Great Detail Challenge Meme
Day 01 – Introduce yourself

My name is Megan. Some of you know me as Emmy. Full name: Megan Chantha Lim (Yes bitches, I'm part Asian. I'm smarter than you and I can do kung-fu. Get over it.) I was born on August 16, 1989. It was a Wednesday, I believe (Wednesday's child is full of woe!), at 10:15 am ish. I am a Leo and a Snake, but I don't give a rat's ass about my horoscope. I'll make my own fate, thankyouverymuch.

I was born in Humble, Texas. It's a small-ish city about fifteen minutes north of Houston (where everyone measures distance in hours/minutes) that was founded thanks to oil and the railroad. The train doesn't stop here anymore, but we do have a nice little cafe right next to it that is supposedly really good (but I've never been there). My mother is from Monterrey, Mexico (Yes, I am also a DIRTY MEXICAN. OH NOES!) and she met my father (from Phnom Penh, Cambodia) when she was 16. He was 26. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT NO LIE and they eventually eloped a few days after my mom's eighteenth birthday. She thought he looked handsome in his uniform (he was in the Cambodian Navy/Marines/some armed forces division that involved boats). He thought she was five years older than she actually was. They were adorably in love and immediately started collecting cats.

Fast forward several years, mom is 30 and I am born like the beautiful moon pearl I am. Right on time I weighed barely five pounds and the delivering doctor said I looked more like a wee little peanut instead of a baby. Two years later my brother (Chaney Sophorn) came along and I spent the next few years shoving things up his nose and sucker punching him (I couldn't decide if I wanted him or not).

I've lived in the same area all my life. I'd like to stay in Houston FOREVER I think, but would totally move if the right person came along and decided, idk...that Houston sucked and we needed to be elsewhere. But I do like Houston. Most of my friends really didn't, but I adore the city.

I went to preschool/pre-Kindergarten starting when I was three at a local church. I was always in trouble. Remind me to tell you stories sometime. Mom tried putting me in daycare at some point, but they always lost me so she became a stay at home mom. She spent a lot of time with my brother and me. Despite that I was a serious daddy's girl and followed him around as much as I could. Five years old brought Kindergarten at Timbers Elementary, where I stayed through fifth grade. My teachers were (yes, I still remember them) Mrs Bryant, Mrs Smalley, Mrs George, Mrs Bitting, Mrs Sherer, and Mrs Frayne. My PE teacher was named Mrs Treadwell (yes I find that hilarious). When I was in first grade my mom went to work part-time at the local Michael's, and so my dad would take me to school and mom would pick me up. I as always with at least one of my parents. Never had a babysitter or anything. It was awesome. I still think that the best person to raise your child is yourself, but I do understand that not all parents can afford to take that time. When I was in second grade I tested into the GT program, where I remained until I graduated high school. If you asked me, my favorite classes were almost all advanced/enrichment based courses that advocated creative thinking and problem solving (although I do suck spectacularly at the latter to this day).

In sixth grade we moved to a larger house (I had a window in my closet!) and I started at Atascocita Middle School (Go TIGERS!!!). This is where I met Ben, the best friend I ever had until he decided eating meat was immoral and ditched me for his fellow Vegan Austinites (but that's a story for later. We did EVERYTHING together (including a disgusting phase where we didn't wash or brush our hair). He was my rock at a time when I was all kinds of crazy. Then dad got laid off (he used to work as the head of the check processing department at Bank One) and money got tight. Real tight. My family wasn't wealthy or privileged, but I had never not been without what I needed or wanted before. But suddenly I was. It was hard. And then dad started to drink and we lost our beautiful big house and my parents had to declare bankruptcy. By the time ninth grade rolled around (at Humble High School) we had moved again to a much smaller house, where I still live. At the end of ninth grade dad died from complications related to alcoholism. BLAH BLAH BLAH I WAS VERY SAD. Most of you have heard that story multiple times.

Now I am in college and am late graduating (about a year/year and a half) because I keep changing my major. I have four cats (Todd, Meeko, Kiwi, and Bernard) and one Roborovski dwarf hamster (Pixel). I drive a silver truck. Um, I think that's it.


_{Day 02 – Your first love, in great detail
Day 03 – Your parents, in great detail
Day 04 – What you ate today, in great detail
Day 05 – Your definition of love, in great detail
Day 06 – Your day, in great detail
Day 07 – Your best friend, in great detail
Day 08 – A moment, in great detail
Day 09 – Your beliefs, in great detail
Day 10 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 11 – Your siblings, in great detail
Day 12 – What’s in your bag, in great detail
Day 13 – This week, in great detail
Day 14 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 15 – Your dreams, in great detail
Day 16 – Your first kiss, in great detail
Day 17 – Your favorite memory, in great detail
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday, in great detail
Day 19 – Something you regret, in great detail
Day 20 – This month, in great detail
Day 21 – Another moment, in great detail
Day 22 – Something that upsets you, in great detail
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better, in great detail
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry, in great detail
Day 25 – A first, in great detail
Day 26 – Your fears, in great detail
Day 27 – Your favorite place, in great detail
Day 28 – Something that you miss, in great detail
Day 29 – Your aspirations, in great detail
Day 30 – One last moment, in great detail}