May I tell you anything? …..Dandy answer. Whatever answer it may have been, I like the word simple.
This is supposed to be my autobiography. I'm not willing to say much though. There's two of me, too. Actually, there may be more of me, depending on person to person. Right here though, is the one I thought was most "me."
I'm a really reserved person, a wallflower, an introvert, etc. My entire life until now might be really boring to most people too. I'm extremely happy with my plain life though, just `cause I'm alive with family and friends, so don't worry about it. If I really went about it the way like I had to in English class (Oh dear, Mrs. Tay, I'm sorry you had to read that long piece, scouting for grammar mistakes while you did; no wonder you spilled ice cream on it, unintentionally or not) in grade 8, I think I'd feel pretty bad about it.
Writing this autobiography is hard for me. I've hit backspace, ctrl+A, and ctrl+Z endlessly tonight. I don't wish to bore people. Most of time I try to put others before myself. Note the “try” in there, since sometimes I just screw up somewhere. I'm human! And then being human means I need my own downtime sometimes. So... sorry hobos that like being served at the homeless shelter, I'm not there every time I could be there.
Tonight, the night during which I am typing, is personally a lovely night to be working. It's raining outside and that's all I can hear. Night is the calmest time of day for me. The daylight calm dies with my two little brothers being up and about. One being ten-years-old, one being five-years-old, the most I do now is help them with schoolwork now (no more smelly diapers to handle when mom's not around though, woo). Parents work hard all day, and my gramps is old and just walks around the house supervising nothing. It's all right though, because all of my family is pretty independent, even the five year old, to as independent as a five year old can get.
I, if you'd kindly let me reiterate, am an introvert. Not exactly a recluse, I have my close friends and that's mostly it. I love my closest friends to no end and I've known them since forever of course. When there's an opportunity to be social, or just to talk to someone outside of my friend circle, I really do try. I'm a little awkward, but I smile, go on, and try.
I don't have much from my life to talk about, or much I'd like to talk about from my life, really. I've lived a minimalist life since forever, raised that way and most likely going to continue that. I really enjoy the little things. The other day, my biology teacher complimented my cow drawing I did to represent a trophic level and showed the class. Few weeks ago, some random guy told me I was really smart. A year ago, I got a small prize for best spirits. When I was five, I managed to make a old man I've never met before smile. Things like that are little accomplishments that make me happy, those are the things I remember and I like looking back on. For the rest of my life I want to go on being simple and picking up the little details, going my way.
Take care, The one that likes the word simple.
P.S. Thank you very much.
Ms. ggFTW #2:
Spoiler!
Let’s see, where do I start? Having to summarize my life in just a few short paragraphs probably is the hardest thing for me to do. Let’s start with the simple things – I was born in Russia in a city that, like most others, “never slept.” It bustled with energy pretty much the entire day and night and housed both my parents and my mom’s side of the family. My dad’s side of the family lived in on the complete opposite of where I’d been brought up – like my friends would joke, a “quaint little farm.” We frequently made trips back and forth from one side of the family to another, so I quickly got used to both a city life and a life on the fields.
When I turned seven, my parents contemplated the idea of moving to America, which they eventually agreed on. Saying goodbye to my grandparents, I moved out to Brooklyn, New York with my parents and settled somewhat decently. Of course, there was the issue with school, which I was frightened over as I was unable to speak English. Much to my surprise, I mingled into my first class quite well; in fact, I was speaking English a month into my arrival. Things from then on went fine… for a while. I graduated high school with good grades, found an idol who inspired me to draw, never really got involved with any extracurricular activities (which I regret), and now sit in my second year of college. My parents continue to push me to make a choice about what to career I should pursue for the rest of my life. I continue to remind them that for some it isn’t easy, yet the clock continues ticking.
Regardless, I know I’ll someday break through that wall.
Now, I get driven into insanity by schoolwork, mess around on MMORPGs, take commissions to earn some pocket money, and, of course, browse ggFTW.
Wow, i totally didn't notice the '2nd page' for #3.... since i read it sorta fast ._. "orz fail. Oh wells.. i think i would've still picked the one i already chose.
Congratulations, all Ms. ggFTW will move forward. However, vote points from all rounds will be totaled until elimination round.
No one is safe! DUN DUN DUN!
Bonnie
Spoiler!
Dear you,
May I tell you anything? …..Dandy answer. Whatever answer it may have been, I like the word simple.
This is supposed to be my autobiography. I'm not willing to say much though. There's two of me, too. Actually, there may be more of me, depending on person to person. Right here though, is the one I thought was most "me."
I'm a really reserved person, a wallflower, an introvert, etc. My entire life until now might be really boring to most people too. I'm extremely happy with my plain life though, just `cause I'm alive with family and friends, so don't worry about it. If I really went about it the way like I had to in English class (Oh dear, Mrs. Tay, I'm sorry you had to read that long piece, scouting for grammar mistakes while you did; no wonder you spilled ice cream on it, unintentionally or not) in grade 8, I think I'd feel pretty bad about it.
Writing this autobiography is hard for me. I've hit backspace, ctrl+A, and ctrl+Z endlessly tonight. I don't wish to bore people. Most of time I try to put others before myself. Note the “try” in there, since sometimes I just screw up somewhere. I'm human! And then being human means I need my own downtime sometimes. So... sorry hobos that like being served at the homeless shelter, I'm not there every time I could be there.
Tonight, the night during which I am typing, is personally a lovely night to be working. It's raining outside and that's all I can hear. Night is the calmest time of day for me. The daylight calm dies with my two little brothers being up and about. One being ten-years-old, one being five-years-old, the most I do now is help them with schoolwork now (no more smelly diapers to handle when mom's not around though, woo). Parents work hard all day, and my gramps is old and just walks around the house supervising nothing. It's all right though, because all of my family is pretty independent, even the five year old, to as independent as a five year old can get.
I, if you'd kindly let me reiterate, am an introvert. Not exactly a recluse, I have my close friends and that's mostly it. I love my closest friends to no end and I've known them since forever of course. When there's an opportunity to be social, or just to talk to someone outside of my friend circle, I really do try. I'm a little awkward, but I smile, go on, and try.
I don't have much from my life to talk about, or much I'd like to talk about from my life, really. I've lived a minimalist life since forever, raised that way and most likely going to continue that. I really enjoy the little things. The other day, my biology teacher complimented my cow drawing I did to represent a trophic level and showed the class. Few weeks ago, some random guy told me I was really smart. A year ago, I got a small prize for best spirits. When I was five, I managed to make a old man I've never met before smile. Things like that are little accomplishments that make me happy, those are the things I remember and I like looking back on. For the rest of my life I want to go on being simple and picking up the little details, going my way.
Take care, The one that likes the word simple.
P.S. Thank you very much.
moffit
Spoiler!
Sheimi
Spoiler!
Let’s see, where do I start? Having to summarize my life in just a few short paragraphs probably is the hardest thing for me to do. Let’s start with the simple things – I was born in Russia in a city that, like most others, “never slept.” It bustled with energy pretty much the entire day and night and housed both my parents and my mom’s side of the family. My dad’s side of the family lived in on the complete opposite of where I’d been brought up – like my friends would joke, a “quaint little farm.” We frequently made trips back and forth from one side of the family to another, so I quickly got used to both a city life and a life on the fields.
When I turned seven, my parents contemplated the idea of moving to America, which they eventually agreed on. Saying goodbye to my grandparents, I moved out to Brooklyn, New York with my parents and settled somewhat decently. Of course, there was the issue with school, which I was frightened over as I was unable to speak English. Much to my surprise, I mingled into my first class quite well; in fact, I was speaking English a month into my arrival. Things from then on went fine… for a while. I graduated high school with good grades, found an idol who inspired me to draw, never really got involved with any extracurricular activities (which I regret), and now sit in my second year of college. My parents continue to push me to make a choice about what to career I should pursue for the rest of my life. I continue to remind them that for some it isn’t easy, yet the clock continues ticking.
Regardless, I know I’ll someday break through that wall.
Now, I get driven into insanity by schoolwork, mess around on MMORPGs, take commissions to earn some pocket money, and, of course, browse ggFTW.