I wasn’t a pretty girl growing up so I spent a lot of time feeling inadequate and wanting to grow into something or someone else.

I fell in love with this boy at church, Emmanuel. I then learned in Bible study it was one of Jesus’ many names and felt bad for liking him. He didn’t fancy me but whatever; I didn’t care.

I used to eat two double cheese burgers a day and fries. And ice cream.

My first boyfriend was someone I grew up with. I stalked him on Facebook and basically called him a lot. We went out for about a year. It didn’t work out so well.

Currently, I hang out with this one person 99 percent of the time. He helps put my mind at ease. I also have a band, but they’re all over the world and have crazy jobs so whenever we’re all around, we make music. I love them an insane amount.

I’m so emotional. I’ll refuse to admit I’m in love, but I secretly think I always am. Not just with someone, but with everything that’s happening. Like the sky. Haha, the sky. I sound like a hippie.

I still listen to Modest Mouse quite a bit. They were one of the first real bands I started listening to that I really liked and could relate to. They remind me that... not a lot, apart from the really important things, like my mom, matters.

Rice influences me. It makes me more Asian. And, it reminds me to moderate. When I have too much, my pants don’t fit right.

I think I left my heart in Los Angeles a month ago. My family’s there. I don’t talk to them every day, but they understand me.

The last time I was truly happy was just this morning when I gave my friend’s eight-year-old son a big hug. And he told me to get off him but I refused to. I do it every day.

Fame means people wanting to take a picture with me. Duh. Just kidding. I don’t even know.

In my spare time I write my work blog and personal blog. I also comment anonymously on forums and watch lots of Conan O’Brien.

I pray.