#1. Who Am I?

#1. Who Am I?

[you call me vain, fine, so what..?!]

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->Describing oneself is one of the hardest things to do in the 'Universe' to me, because, there simply is no way I can describe myself when I don't even know who I really am! This probably is the fourth time in my life when someone actually asked me to 'write' on this topic, who am I. Wow, I really have no idea how to begin, but let's do it, because this time, I sincerely want a clear and quite definite answer for this question, 'Who am I?'. Haha, Who do you think I am?:)

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'When you really want something, all the universe will conspire in helping you to achieve it.'
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1).Camera:
I will begin by telling a 'story' about me and my lovely camera. I love taking pictures. I take pictures of almost everything I see around me. Sometimes I just take pictures of my cellphone, pens, books, and computer. Sometimes I take hundreds of pictures of myself just in one sitting position. Sometimes, inside a driving car, I open the window and take pictures of blue skies. Sometimes I just go for a walk around the village and take pictures of rokcs, flowers, trees, and dogs -my usual surroundings. Why do I like taking pictures, them? Why...? Why? Hmmm... There is a saying that says, 'Eyes are the mirrors of the soul'. You might say 'Nah, I don't believe in such a thing,' but once you get to have a chance to see a drug addict in a hospital and a priest together (not exactly a drug addict and a priest, but two people whose souls can be obviously compared,) you will unnderstand what the saying really means. Well, that example I gave above, I have actually met a drug addict and a priet in Korea. (I think I was grade 7 -I didn't get to talk to them, but I saw them talking togehter.) Although I don't mean that drug addicts are all like that, (I'm not trying to offend anyone here... please.) but the person I saw had eyes which showed nervousness, dullness, and lifelessness of him -it's really hard to describe but his eyes were so dead and scary that I almost cried because I felt so sorry for him. While the eyes of the priest,... It's been more than 6 years since that day, but I can still clearly picture the eyes of the priest. They were so clear, vivid, and full of life that they made the eyes of the drug addict even more 'deadly'. What I really want to say here is that, just like the eyes, pictures can also show something more than just apparent physical beauties of our surroundings. Pictures can tell a story, can show people happiness, sadeness, and all different types of feelings, and can show the souls of people as well. This is the power of picstures. Just a small picture can tell us so many things, and that's why I love taking pictures so much:)

2). Smile: I always smile. And there's a really painful (and quite unknown) story behind it. My upper front teeth are protruded. I bet most of people who know me have noticed it at a glance, and therefore, I am wearing braces for 2 years now. These protruded teeth of mine were a great burden to me when I was still a kid. It 'was' my biggest complex, and I suffered so severely because of it. When I was in elementary school, some very naughty boys called me 'rabbit'. (Hmm. Some boys started to call me 'rabbit', and it gradually became my (whatta funny) nickname.) Since I hated that nickname so much and my friends love to call me 'rabbit', I always either cried in school or had small fightings with my friends. Now I am here, much grown up and matured, looking back at my old days, and I don't really know why I hated that name and these cute teeth of mine so much:) Although I didn't like and I still don't like the way how I looked when I close my mouth and the fact that I look quite different from my friends with normal human-like teeth, I never tried to hide it by covering my mouth when laughing, and I never closed my mouth. Well, in fact, someone said if you can't avoide it, then enjoy it. It was something like that. Since I can't do anything about my teeth, and I can't NEVER hide it, I started to smile rather than closing it tightly. At first it wasn't a nice smile, but eventually I came to have a nice smile, hehe. I always joked around with my friends that I will never be able to go to funerals because I can't close my mouth and smile there. (And I really thought so. Haha) Some of my old friends sometimes ask me if still hate my rabbit-like teeth and that I can't close my mouth like everyone else does without awkwardness. No, I don't. I do not hate my teeth anymore and the fact that I can't close my mouth. Who cares if I can't attend funerals? Who cares if I look like a rabbit when in fact I am a cute rabbit?:) I like it very much that people always think I am a happy person and that I look very cheerful, optimistic, and etc. I love it very much that I have a nice and big smile. Therefore, I love everything about my teeth and my smile!!!Well, this is all I want to say about myself, and if you really want to know more about me, be my friends, I will show you who I really am:)

Haha, short, ya, this is You...:) If you wish to know more about me, be my friend! Hahaha

(Ohh, I forgot to talk about my name, why I became 'You'... i'll talk about it next time!)