an honest moment

My failings come more easily to mind than my good qualities, things what wish i had more than things i'm proud of already having. Yet, i'm quite content about myself. I think of myself as a good person overall, just that i don't have any extraordinary qualities. Or am i deliberately trying to be modest, seeing already how others talking about their own good characters can turn me off?

Anyways,

• what i like about myself: being open-minded (doesn't mean non judgmental), polite, not picky/choosy.
• what i'm proud of: adapting easily, and secretly, having lived in a few places abroad (but this is more like something i'm grateful to have had a chance to do so), and being a decent being.
  
• what i'm afraid of: never find a partner (brutally honest)
• happiest moment of my life: getting a scholarship to wesleyan. i wish i had something more romantic to say. but studying abroad in the U.S. was once my big dream. and my parents were also happy for me and proud of me. Of course there are moments when i felt great about life, usually when i see something beautiful, but that's more like a feeling of serenity or humbleness.
• what i wish i had: more aptitude. i have always wished i played a sport or had some artistic talent.
  

Just Read

One night @ the call center: mediocre, but still learn some cultural happenings among the urban Indian youth. Don't know why the author could have said that the story represented Indian youth.

The kite runner: gripping and moving, no, heart-breaking. Pretty much finished it off in one day, in 2 seatings (had to put it down to go out to dinner). Stayed up late and skipped yoga this morning. Cried for at least half of the novel. Beautifully written. Again, a story with a background of upheaval, revolution, and immigration. Fear. The worst thing that you could do to any one. That permeating fear. Don't even know if you can trust a single soul. And then another fear, the implied one. When fear has been inculcated into a culture, when kids learn violence and suspicion the moment they are born, grow up knowing only the sounds of bombs and shootings, how could they envision and aspire to something else more humane? How could they escape or kill that haunting ghost?

Interestingly, the author of one night also asks what readers fear?

And i also fear at this moment: 1 month away from the american election. Who would win? i'm even not american. But sometimes fear signals a good thing. Elections in VN, you don't even have the privilege to have fear.