Minh-ing-ful Profile: Tina Li

In the last 3+ years, I have had to write many ample letters of recommendations and other miscellaneous nominations for Tina.  As her best friend, we both know that it would be up to me to accurately portray all the fine habits and strong ethics to award councils and other silly parties out there.  I remember corny comments like “friend, mentor” or “the ladder that knowingly drops when you fall into a ditch”… etc.  But I want to set the record straight.  She is the type of person that eats off my plate.  She is the type of person that would ditch me sometimes for the comfort of her Family Guy and squishy bed.  Tina is the type of person who says I am socially awkward when I am just being myself.  In honesty, she kinda irks me sometimes.

I remember a night about a year ago.  I took her out to introduce her to this new guy I am seeing and who I am totally crushing on.  I was hoping that she would be that good representation of who I am in class and intelligence.  She proceeds to leave the house in a see-through top… As the night continues, I would glance over to find her terrorizing young Chinese dancers and allowed them to grope her.  After a few hours, I found her lying on a couch outside the club rambling things off to this fine guy.  I had to take her home where I believe she almost puked on me.  Not the best image, I would imagine.  Significantly and strangely, I continue this routine with her.  Taking her to gay joints and allowing her the chance to terrorize poor young gay boys across the bar with her bodaciousness.   

Actually, I take her everywhere.  While in college, through most of my daily life on campus for the last 4 years, I needed someone.  I needed someone to go with me to my meetings. I needed someone to go out with me on Halloween nights when I hardly had a single gay friend in the city.  I needed someone to go with me to get my HIV test results.  I needed someone to go to lunch with me so I can crap about how unbelievably crazy the people I have to deal with is like.  And sometimes, I needed someone to sit at home in my matching robe that I bought for Steve, watch TV, eat my food and laugh at stupid romcoms with me.  All so that I do not feel so alone. 

Sure. Tina pukes.  Gosh knows I puked.  The see-through shirts were mostly my ideas.  The badly drunken ordeals must have mostly been my peer pressure to increase her tolerance.  And the plate eating, it’s probably because I started the tradition.  I guess I am socially awkward most times and she makes me feel kinda proud that I am. 

It’s weird that I know she will probably read this.  I think it’s my thank you for her being there.  I guess be both know that we are too asian and too passive aggressive to talk about real emotions like our parents.  But it’s what makes us close. 

I know it’s our last week together for who knows how long.  And maybe we should do something together instead of playing on our computers.  But why break a tradition?  Thank you, though, for the last 4 years.&  Don’t get hot chocolate on my white robe. Happy graduation.