Fine where to start, Jesus.
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I was born an american in a small middle of nowhere town between where ketchup and chocolate is made, not that I call it home since I only ever lived in the USA for 3 months out of my 23 years of existence, if you can call it as such. Lived in the Phillipines, Jamaica, France, and mostly Canada. I have three citizenship, American/Canadian/EU pass. I have been in many countries, in every single province and state of the USA, every country in south american, most of Europe, northern Africa, southern Africa, eastern Europe, India, Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos, Thailand, Japan. I am only missing the continent of Antarctica.
My first language was actually spanish, my heritage being a veritble mix of many culture from all parts of the world, Chinese, Peruvian, Japanese, American, German, Dutch, Irish, Scottish, and a Pinch of English. However I since then stopped speaking it and my main languages are now mostly French and English, which incedentaly are the main languages of Canada, which I identify most with. However I am fluent in German, Spanish, French, English, and can pass by in Russian when need be.
I went through 12 grades, and I am now in my 4th year of university, but with at least 2 more to go. I graduated highschool with about a 96.81 but didn't get into the program I was aiming for in a high profile university, so I went to a second rate university instead. I took forensics in highschool, and all the AP sciences. My goal was to be an artist always but my mother convinced me otherwise at a young age, and since then I always thought I would do science, since there has always been a strong science background in my family. I wanted forensics so badly, so I thought of doing an undergrad in it. In fact my program was a double major in immunology and micro-biology. IE: cell stuffs. However because I was smart they let me skip to second year, and I did that for 2 years, working in type 3/4 labs, in a high facility doing research on enzymes to restrict the breaking down of coppers in E.Coli but I digress. Working for 12 hours a day 6 days a week for 2 years I decided I didn't want to be a biochemist.
Took 2 years away from the program to try everything, starting with arts, into interpretive dance, poli-sci, philosophy, english literature, spanish literature, creative writing, computer science, geography, anthropology, before finding out the field I always wanted was actually called Urban Planning.
I have made approx. 1000 sprite sheets over the years, I started pixel art back when I was 4, playing around in mario paint. I have made 2 1 hour animated films by hand, 3 flash animations, 25 sculptures, 600 t-shirts, 23 boards for warhammer, painted thousands of miniatures, made three games, composed 40 tracks, ripped countless thousands of sprites for the spriters ressources, played hundreds of games. I was once top ranked dawn of war II player, one of the top ranked World of Tank players.
I play bass, I make architectural models in my spare time, I sit on top of my rooftop terrace and look at my city and try and think what it all means.
I have been depressed, I have been poor, I have been ecstatic, I have been rich. I have had a plan. I have lost a plan. I have deviated from a plan. I have found myself, lost myself, and found myself again. I am an avid reader, I read about 500 pages a night in about 2 hours. I am a huge writer, I love writing, but not as much as story telling.
My biggest passion in live, is the local orphanage down the street. When I have free time I baby-sit, I take them on field trips, I cook for them, play games with them, but for me the greatest pleasure of all is story telling. I will sit down by a fire place, and talk, and tell stories, until every last eye is drooping with sleep.
I used to be insommiac, I would sleep maybe 2 hours every three days, I have had friends suicide over the years, and have always been an advocate for life. I volunteer a lot, I learn a lot. Learning is a passion and an interest, and is a continual process that will never end until I die. I love teaching, nothing is more fulfilling then sharing.
I like the small things in life, I enjoy cooking, I love spending time with my family, I love hanging out with friends, I love talking to smart professors, I love working into the wee hours of the morning where my back hurts from bending over a drafting table. I love everything and hate very few.
And most of all, I like talking. Here is where I shut up.
