[right][img]http://i.imgur.com/1UbGGFf.png[/img] [u]. James Xiao .[/u][/right] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/c4RXJUr.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Bsi2hBK.png?1[/img] [/center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/t9RYjvj.png[/img] [indent]Zi gong (a disciple of Confucius) asked: "Is there any one word that could guide a person throughout life?" The Master replied: "How about 'shu' [reciprocity]: never impose on others what you would not choose for yourself?" --Confucius, Analects XV.24 Alternatively: "Do no harm but take no shit." - Unknown Alternatively: “God, give me patience, because if you give me strength I’ll kill them.” - Unknown[/indent] [sup][img]http://i.imgur.com/2RaGgnB.png[/img] [/sup] [indent]Polite, irritable, tries hard, violent, fit, self-restrained, self-aware. (Oh sweet, I actually used ten words! Wait, do the last two count as two or four?)[/indent] [img]http://i.imgur.com/12ZsxBT.png[/img] [list][*] Musical soundtracks [*] Sitcoms [*] Korean barbecue [*] Messing around with friends [*] Cycling around town with no real destination [/list] [img]http://i.imgur.com/xHyGywD.png[/img] [indent]Get into a decent college with a sports scholarship. Don't want to be even more financially tied to my dad because of tuition fees, so the savings from a lacrosse scholarship would be pretty rad. It's not like my grades are gonna land me a place anywhere. I'll probably study something like Urban Planning or whatever at college. Hope you weren't asking for something further in the future cos I've honestly got no clue, haha.[/indent] [img]http://i.imgur.com/1Hej9Ra.png[/img] [indent]Hoo boy, where do I even start? My temper, the violence that is derived from my temper, the sailor mouth that gets triggered by my temper... You seeing a pattern here? Okay, what else? I guess the fact that I have no real skills besides lacrosse is a pretty big one too...[/indent] [img]http://i.imgur.com/5qGBIe4.png[/img] [indent][hider=Another hider cos this one's pretty big too :/] During summer vacation in tenth grade, the dude in front of me, screaming, had greenish eyes. But it was a murky green, a brownish green. Shrek-swamp green? I didn’t know the name of that shade. Either way it was not a very attractive colour. He seemed to finally be simmering down from his initial rant so I raised my hands to try and calm him further. The gravel imprints were still pressed into the skin of my palms, as well as a few specks of blood from when I touched my cheek earlier. [color=82ca9d]“Look, I’m sorry,”[/color] I struggled to keep my voice even. This wasn’t even my fault. Mostly. I think. Hard to tell when I’m always second-guessing my perception of events. [color=82ca9d]“I’ll have my dad contact you and pay for all the damages.”[/color] The dude’s face contorted in fury and the cheek muscle under his left eye twitched. Moss green? No, it was still Shrek green. An ugly expression to go with an ugly eye color. “Did you not fucking pay attention to anything I said?!” the guy roared in disbelief, “My dad’s going to fucking kill me if he finds out I wrecked his Porsche! If you had any idea what…” [color=82ca9d]“Please stop yelling,”[/color] I winced. People yelling at me always made my blood boil. People’s voices shouldn’t be able to be that loud. I don’t think he heard me over his tirade. Crap, it was getting a lot harder to not lose it. I started to grit my teeth involuntarily and curled my fingers. Crap, crap, crap. Just concentrate on something else, James. The yelling dude’s nose scrunched when he was mad. It was a very straight nose. Greek, perhaps? It was rather long and pointed. Obviously never broken. The fucktard in general looked like he’d never been in a fight. I wondered if I would be the first person to break this prick’s nose. It looked like a very breakable nose. It would’ve been so fucking simple, I’d just have to… Nope, nope, don’t go there. Bad train of thought, very bad. Think of something else, literally anything else. I glanced past him and at the wreckage. It honestly didn’t even look that bad. My bike looked pretty unscratched. The same went for the convertible Porsche, if you ignored the broken driver’s seat window. I had managed to brake in time to avoid a more severe collision but unfortunately I was sent flying straight into the tinted glass. I glanced down at my arms. They were covered with little cuts but that was nothing compared to the large gash on my cheek. I’d landed face-first, onto a particularly large area of broken glass. It stung like a bitch but I was too busy concentrating on not getting mad to do anything about it. How was this my fault again? The asswipe’s tirade seemed to direct itself to my belongings now. He stomped over to his car and threw my bike aside, littering the road with the house’s groceries for that week. [color=82ca9d]“Hey!”[/color] I snarled. This bastard was making it impossible to keep my cool. [color=82ca9d]“Don’t touch my fucki—“[/color] “Or what?” he sneered. “You’ll kick my ass? I’ve heard about you, James Xiao. If you lay a single fucking finger on me, I’ll make sure your ass gets expelled.” I recoiled and stepped back to my original position. When had I stepped forward? Oh god, my body was starting to move on its own. This wasn’t going to end well. The prick made a big show of kicking through the groceries. I watched in a strange combination of dismay and restrained fury. Fuck, what was I supposed to do in this situation? It was like the world intentionally sent assholes my way just so it could laugh at how little it took to make me snap. I did the breathing exercises I saw online and dug my fingers further into my palms. They were drawing blood now. Ouch. But that was a good thing. The pain helped me see things clearly. I took a deep breath and tried to do a mental checklist of the things I would need to go back to the supermarket for. Tomatoes, instant coffee, Tracy’s skittles. Wait no, those looked fine. I breathed a sigh of relief. As if on cue, the Porsche driving prick picked up the candy packet. He’d seen my relief. Fucking fuck. [color=82ca9d]“Those are for my sister. Could you please—“[/color] “Oops,” the fucking bastard smirked and ripped open the packet, letting its contents spill onto the asphalt. I stared at the suddenly brightly colored road and stuck my curled fists into my pockets. This wasn't fucking fair. I was trying so hard not to lose it. My teeth were aching from how much I grit them. Come on, I could do this. I could get past this. Just shut up, pack your shit and go. I sullenly crouched down and began picking up what I could salvage. I did it silently. Couldn’t trust myself not to say something wrong. My heart was pounding from the pent-up frustration. I could do this. I could get past this without beating his face in, without disappointing Tracy and dad again. As much as it made my hands twitch and my face flush in anger, I just had to take it on the chin. Yes, I could do this. This was going to be a new leaf for James Xiao. “Wow,” he scoffed, “You Xiaos really are a bunch of fucking pans—“ My fist shot out and made a very substantial connection with his face. Huh. His nose really was easy to break. [/hider][/indent] [img]http://i.imgur.com/u3Ma91m.png[/img] [indent]Letting my dad talk me into going to this preppy school. Seriously, it's like a gold plated jetski. Just cos we can afford it, doesn't mean it's a good idea. I'm nowhere near hipster enough to keep up with these smarmy bastards.[/indent] [img]http://i.imgur.com/BMX0wVY.png[/img] [indent]Someone nice and pretty who knows when to slap me over the head when I'm being stupid. And who knows how to cook a mean lasagna. Oh, did you want a gender too? I don't think I've really thought about it much but I guess I'm fine with any.[/indent] [img]http://i.imgur.com/ujIZrbd.png[/img] [indent]I've never really liked lacrosse that much, even though people call me a prodigy. I get too angry when people shove into me or when we lose. Not ideal for my state of mind.[/indent] [sup][img]http://i.imgur.com/Y1LgUnJ.png[/img] [/sup] [indent]Find my young self a new talent. Something like piano or drawing. Those sound nice and relaxed. At least with something like those, people would stop questioning why a jock is attending a predominantly arts-based school. Hell, even finding a different sport like volleyball would be better. No physical contact there. The ball is a lot softer too...[/indent]