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My name is Cecilia, but most of the time I go by 周美娜, 小丑, Kimchi or 美女 --- and admittedly, that last one (“pretty girl”) would be quite flattering if it wasn’t a dialectal thing here… everyone is a 美女 in Sichuan. I was born in Europe, grew up mainly in China and well. Stayed. I have coloured my hair, I occasionally wear dark contacts but I’m still pretty much just white arms and legs --- they stick out from under my printed skirts and yellow dresses (my man likes to dress me up and pretend that we’re in a Kpop MV) and while my mouth tricks anyone, my appearance does not. It’s a shame, really, because I feel Chinese to the bone.
Except, of course, I don’t spit. Not so that people can see.
Unless I’m eating sunflower seeds. You cannot not spit when you do that.
My nickname, Miss Unlucky, is self-explanatory. I really can’t do anything right and people around me always get into trouble. I don’t mean for things to happen, but they do. Myself, I have two broken kidneys and try my hardest just so stay alive (because let’s face it, life is pretty fucking wonderful) - it’s not always easy to be cheerful but the medicines help and if I take too many pills, the world spins. I don’t know if I’m supposed to enjoy that or not, but I decided that most of the time it’s better to like than to un-like.
I’m Special. But then again, most people are, so I shouldn’t be making a big fuss out of that. Besides, China has taught me to be modest (it has tried- attempted and failed).
I collect socks, mainly Korean and Japanese ones (admittedly the Chinese quality is nothing to be proud of). I have about three hundred pairs - it’s not a lot, of course, but they’re all lovely and if someone feels like extending my collection, please do. One of the best feelings in the world is undoubtedly to slip on a pair of new socks, and if they smell like they just came out of the factory, all the better. Everyone has their kinks.
I tend to think of myself as really witty, and people roll their eyes at me (holler, Seung-ri, awkward!twin~). I don’t mind. I think the world just isn’t quite ready for a new Einstein - of course, I don’t think in lines of science. I leave that to people with brains.
I try to be charming.
And I swear that when one day I can push just as hard as dear Seung-ri - world, you don’t know what’s coming at you.