Who I Really Am

Who I Really Am

  • Submitted By: emkyu
  • Date Submitted: 09/18/2010 6:49 PM
  • Category: Biographies
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Who Am I?

Am I the five-foot-nine woman who makes every path a catwalk? Am I the average Filipina with the perfect tan and warm smile? Am I the New Yorker in pairs of Prada carrying Louis Vuitton and sparkles with Tiffany Diamonds? Am I the queen of rock 'n' roll driving down Hollywood boulevard in a million-dollar Porsche? Or am I the library lady in ninety-year-old fashion clothes with eagle eyes and always wears a sarcastic smile? Who am I?

I am a small town girl who dreams of touching the lives of millions with a written word. I read a lot but I do not consider myself a bookworm. I do not read books that much but I sure love to write them. I know many things but not enough to be a walking encyclopedia. I am not that smart at all but not that dumb either - average, as some may call it. I get most of the things I know from the world's largest library - the internet! It's surprising how far the internet superhighway can go.

I am a huge fan of photography. I love capturing every moment in still image and preserve its memory for as long as it may last. My camera lenses are my eyes. I see through them. I capture people's emotions and try to put them in little pieces of paper for keeps. I take photos of natural phenomena that could never be recreated by man. I love playing with images. However, I am not a big fan of editing mainly because it takes time which I do not have at all. It's amazing how things happen very fast but my camera helps me slow it down and bring it to a pause.

I am the youngest of six beautiful offspring of a happy couple married in the late sixties. I came to this wild world twenty two fruitful years after their marriage and since then I have always been treated like a Queen, so I am called. I grew up without a father but I had 5 other siblings to play the role. As a child, my best friends were all boys since they were the only ones around, and therefore, I grew up to "like" girls ( however, only those who dress up well,...

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