If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different, I'd rather be completely #$%^&^& mental.

I'm not a hugger. People make fun of me. It's something that I have a hard time with. If someone hugs me, I hold my breath. Snuggling, cuddling, hugging, crying - all that stuff makes me very uncomfortable.

I'm not somebody that thinks about destiny and fate, but I don't walk away from it when something unfolds.

I'm very happy and very excited when my adrenalin is going.

The only way to have a life is to commit to it like crazy.

I am so in love with my brother right now!

For whatever reason, I don't know why, but Cambodians learned something in their suffering and their struggle that we have lost touch with.