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Last updated: June 25, 2010

I almost never know what to say in a biography. I think this is because I am constantly editing the finished product. I am never satisfied. I am also never finished editing myself as a person, so I would subconsciously never allow my biography be set in stone either. I hope that makes sense.

My name is Gill (like “fish gill”). ‘Tis just a nickname. I live and work in Las Vegas normally, if you can call living and working in Vegas normal. I grew up in Modesto, California, but I was born in the Bay Area.

I once read a story where the character described what they weren’t, instead of what they are. So here is my lame attempt at Being Haruki Murakami.

I never get road rage because I am too busy listening to the great music coming out of my car’s speakers. I am not a bitch; I like to keep to myself. That comes from years of being talked at, but never to. I am not nice. I am very sarcastic and cynical. I am not perfect, no matter how good I make it look. My world is very ordered and I get annoyed if something is not where it’s supposed to be. I have a long-burning fuse but never get on my bad side, or you will have made an enemy for life. I am not a mother. I do not do drugs. I never leave my house without my iPhone. I do not sleep around. I am not a published author.

Yet.

I am an American of Filipino descent. I am someone’s favorite tita. I am a daughter. I am someone’s ninang. I am a sister. I am fiercely protective of my kin. I got soul, but I’m not a soldier. I had suicidal thoughts in high school. Fandom dominates the time between asleep and dreams. I get distracted. I have 2 5-shelf bookcases full of books that I never have time to read.

I hang a red rosary for my rear-view mirror. I count up to twenty and back down again obsessively. I take a shower every night. I cannot stand strong smells, and I never wear perfume. I can cook very well. Music is the color of my parachute. I am a casual drinker. When I love, I am cautious. I fumble my words a lot. I live in a cave. You break my heart; I break your neck. My inner voice talks more than I do. I love photography. I love classic Hollywood movies. I don’t pray as often as I should.

All I want for Christmas is someone to share my music with.

I do not know what I am doing with my life.