where did the name chi come from?
back in kindergarden, when i was teased; one day, i wore a bright yellow shirt (which contrasted ever so nicely with my dark skin) and one of the boys, who used to call me gorilla said: man, you look like a banana. a big chiquita banana.
and then i punched him out.
but the name stuck all the way through high school; my high school friends still call me chiqui or banana. i just shortened it down to chi b.
i don't like to talk about myself often, but if i did have to decribe myself:
i have dark skin which i used to hate, but now have grown to love.
my shoe size is 10/11.
my hair is natural (un-'relaxed' or not straightened) and usually in braids.
i bite my fingernails when i'm stressed, nervous, or bored.
i like to drive. very fast.
i have extremely neat handwriting from practicing writing the alphabet when i was in elementary school when i finished my work early.
i like to write but i don't have the patience to write well.
i listen before i speak. or sometimes i just listen.
i tend to be ... physically aggressive.
i love SAABS.
i go to church and is very involved.
i would rather do things by myself; i like to work alone.
i like familiar things (places, people). new things scare me but i have been trained to open my arms and my mind.
things that i do when i get depressed or worried: exercise and study.
i eat ice. alot.
i am so self conscious that i often refuse to look in the mirror or even take pictures.
i don't wear makeup. at all.
i refuse to fall in the sterotypical role of the kenyan (african) woman, who cooks and cleans for the man. i want a man that cooks and cleans for me. my aunts still don't understand.
i play the violin and dabble with the piano.
i sing.
i dance when nobody is looking.
i love music. so much so, i would rather be blind than deaf.
i read alot of books.
i take life now one day at a time even though i'm obsessive about planning for the future.
and i am now official bored out my mind. i don't wanna study, there's nothing good on tv. what is a girl to do? i'm trying to stop myself from putting on my sneakers and running the loop... i already took a shower. blah, blah, blah.
peace for your evening.
back in kindergarden, when i was teased; one day, i wore a bright yellow shirt (which contrasted ever so nicely with my dark skin) and one of the boys, who used to call me gorilla said: man, you look like a banana. a big chiquita banana.
and then i punched him out.
but the name stuck all the way through high school; my high school friends still call me chiqui or banana. i just shortened it down to chi b.
i don't like to talk about myself often, but if i did have to decribe myself:
i have dark skin which i used to hate, but now have grown to love.
my shoe size is 10/11.
my hair is natural (un-'relaxed' or not straightened) and usually in braids.
i bite my fingernails when i'm stressed, nervous, or bored.
i like to drive. very fast.
i have extremely neat handwriting from practicing writing the alphabet when i was in elementary school when i finished my work early.
i like to write but i don't have the patience to write well.
i listen before i speak. or sometimes i just listen.
i tend to be ... physically aggressive.
i love SAABS.
i go to church and is very involved.
i would rather do things by myself; i like to work alone.
i like familiar things (places, people). new things scare me but i have been trained to open my arms and my mind.
things that i do when i get depressed or worried: exercise and study.
i eat ice. alot.
i am so self conscious that i often refuse to look in the mirror or even take pictures.
i don't wear makeup. at all.
i refuse to fall in the sterotypical role of the kenyan (african) woman, who cooks and cleans for the man. i want a man that cooks and cleans for me. my aunts still don't understand.
i play the violin and dabble with the piano.
i sing.
i dance when nobody is looking.
i love music. so much so, i would rather be blind than deaf.
i read alot of books.
i take life now one day at a time even though i'm obsessive about planning for the future.
and i am now official bored out my mind. i don't wanna study, there's nothing good on tv. what is a girl to do? i'm trying to stop myself from putting on my sneakers and running the loop... i already took a shower. blah, blah, blah.
peace for your evening.

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