who am i

Who am I? Well for starters, I am a young adult and was born and lived in Cambodia for 5 years and moved to a multi-cultural place which is here in Australia. When you take a look a look at me, the first thing you may notice is my biological genes; I have long naturally straight hair, my skin colour is not pale nor is it naturally dark but a very light tan almost a light beige colour. My skin alone already is different from others however similar to the same ethnic group, which is categorised as Asian, I am Asian. The features of my face, is very obvious to identify my ethnic background, my eyes and my nose are way different from a person who is perhaps European. People don’t look alike exactly perfectly but if you take one look at me it is clear what category I would fit in. If you take a look at me and judge from the moment you see me, most people would say (and be most likely be stereotypical) that Asians are probably really smart or enjoys watching anime or is super good at drawing or is super good at maths but half of that is wrong about me, I may be Asian but I also have other interest and I am probably not so good at maths but I may appear to be because I am Asian? What I’m trying to say is that basically no matter what skin colour you are or what religion you come from, people are all different and there is no one like yourself because you are yourself.
If you scan closely on my face, there are several marks and scars (tiny ones of course) which all have stories behind them. Like I’m assuming that the mini circle scar on my cheek is probably a mark when I had the chickenpox during my childhood, so obviously when my mother told me not to scratch at it but I obviously did and left a mark which also says about me that I am too stubborn to listen to her or I was just young. Also there is another scar on my cheek near the same chickenpox scar which is from when I was in my childhood stage again. This time it was when I was playing with my older brother, he was spinning me around and all of a sudden I found myself flying across the drive way face front on the concrete and was crying. So as a kid, I loved playing outside and doing whatever to have fun. Growing up, I experience many different events such as learning to cook, whether it was at home in my kitchen or at work. From that I have had many battles with the oven and yes I have lost the fight to the oven and resulted with 4 similar scars (or more because they aren’t visible anymore) on my left arm. I guess I do things in the moment and safety comes after whatever I was doing at the time. Well a story from one of the scars is when I was cooking at home and the oven flame when off and the oven was still warm so, I reached inside and got a lighter to try to spark the flame again and I burnt myself on the hot metal thing in the oven, so yeah I was either foolish or just needed a new oven at the time.
To sum everything up, you got to sometimes make mistakes in your life to learn and grow.