What Others Might Not Know

Hey Readers,
Today I will be writing about my identity mask, what each object means and what it represents about me.


On the front of my mask, the photos that I decided to apply were all black and white. The white and black colors on the front represent me because a lot of people see me as a serious person, not to social. I chose to put a lock on it to show that I'm not really open to a lot of people, it takes a while for me to let friends in and actually let them know who I really am. The soccer ball and the person running are just some of my favorite activities and show that I'm an active, outdoors person. And last of all the Nike swoosh, this is one of my favorite brands and one that I'm wearing almost everyday.

Now for the backside of the mask, what others might not exactly know about me. Not a lot of my friends think I play or do other activities outside of soccer, that's why I put mountain biking. This is one of my hobbies that I'll usually do, clear my mind and take chances. This volcano is here for two reasons, one is that I share the same name with it. The other reason is that while others might think I'm a serious and tough person, at times I can also be peaceful. And the people talking, while it takes a while for me to let people in and show them my true self, on the inside I'm actually a social person. And last of all, the photos that I chose for the inside of my mask were all for one reason, they had colors. Others might say that I'm a dark or a one sided person, but actually I'm quite a happy person most of the time and have feelings for more then just the things others might see me as.

Each thing that I applied to the mask has it's own meaning. Although people might not know what it exactly means, it has an importance to me.

Child of the West

Hey guys!

Today I'll be writing about how I wouldn't associate myself as a child of the west.

The way I would define "child of the west" would be someone with heritage from people who came to the west or a person from a different continent that refers to the US as "the west". I wouldn't exactly call myself a "child of the west" for more then one reason. Although I was born here in California, I don't have a history coming from the west, in more specific California. 

My Identity Poem

Hey Readers!
Today I'll be writing about my identity in a form of a poem, hope you enjoy.

I am from coffee, from Folgers and beans.

I am from the tree on top of the hill, the sun shining through the leaves.

I am from the fern bush, the oak tree.

I am from family dinners and quiet people, from Nawang and Tshering and Tenzing.

I am from the stubbornness and impatience of my family.

From the desperate times.

From be quiet! and be happy!

I am from namaste, and other prayers I can say.

From the life my grandpa lost climbing a mountain, half of his soul is still up on that mountain, and the time I almost lost my life on a mountain.

I am from shelves of family memories.

I am from the limbs that branch out from the family tree.