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.....................is it vanity at it's peak that propels individuals to write extenuateddescriptions about themselves?...or
is it the desire for others to get aglimpse into a person that they may happen to come across onindiatimes?...maybe it's a
little of both...i'll make this "about me" short andsimple...i'm 27...a owner of chemist shop, ...i'm getting my advance studies,with
a concentration on Anesthesia in the near future.I started off as a psfyears ago but have slowly progressed thru the field..
I love my passion for mycareer..I found it a challenge to leave my jobs and enter my career but I haveobtained happiness thru
it all.i have a unique love for the Lord that many donot understand...i am the epitome of a leo...i go the gym on a regularbasis...i
love music, art, literature, and the opera...i am enfatuated withsmile and laugh...i love spicy foods, the hotter the better...i'm
blunt...ilove scary movies...i have a short attention span...i'm "metro"...lol andclean-cut...i love to travel..BUT i hate
hard liquor and wine...i love myfamily, friends, and those i hold close to my heart...I believe the strongestweapon we have
is "laughter" but yet we rarely use it instead we use hattred togain respect.Above me, the star's are specks of silver paint
on a charcoalcanvas. I see Orion and the Pleiades, Ursa Major and Corona Borealis, and thinkI should be inspired be the realization
that I'm not only looking at the star'sbut staring into the past as well. Constellations shine with light that wasemitted
aeons ago, and I wait for something to come to me, words that a poetmight use to illuminate life's mysteries..but there is
nothing.I hope you'llview this quirk of my character with a forgiving eye. Please don'tmisunderstand. I may not be sentimental,
but I'm not completely withoutemotion, and there are moments when I'm struck by a deep sense of wonder. It isusually simple
things that i find strangely moving:standing among the giantsequoias in the Sierra Nevada, for instance, or watching ocean
waves as theycrash together off Newport, sending salty plumes into the sky. Last week, Ifelt my throat tighten when I watched
a young boy grab his fathers hand as theystrolled down the sidewalk. There are things, too; I can sometimes lose track oftime
when starring at a sky filled with windwhipped clouds, and when I hearthunder rumbling, I always draw near the window to watch
for lightning. Whenthe next brilliant flash illuminates the sky, Or often find myself filled withlonging, through I'm at a
loss to tell you what it is that I feel my life ismissing. Some people have said that they are charmed by the fact that I
displaymy emotions with childlike ease. For example when I am sad,I cry and when I amhappy,I laugh ........
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