8. I don’t know the real names of most of my family’s elders, because I only call them by Vietnamese formal pronouns.
16. I always called bullies out on their bull growing up, especially if they were picking on my friends (and we were a group of ostensibly easy targets). I never realized how small I look until Facebook got big, and people started tagging me in group pictures. I realize now that I must have looked like a mouse when I was a kid! A mouse that would fuck you up.

17. I’ve learned to tell the people I love that I love them, as often as I can. That way, when I’m in my death throes, they’ll already know, and I can save my last words for a pun, my final PUNchline.
24. I’m an angry Buddhist, which is akin to being a gay Baptist. So I’m conflicted, but workin’ on it.
25. I weep every time I see the epic-storytelling montage about the father’s journey in Finding Nemo. I think it’s weird that some people don’t.
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