Before we go any further, I have a little confession to make: My name isn't really Prince_Aemon. It's Quy, pronounced Kwee; it means valuable in Vietnamese. Ironically, all of my siblings have Canadian names, and yet I'm the only member of my family born in Canada. Go figure. :)
I'm an optimist by nature; can't help but see the good in people. I suppose that's why I tend to genuinely get along well with the people I meet. My friends say I'm a social Swiss army knife, because I jive well with variety of personalities types: the artsy, the sporty, the greeky, the shy, the outgoing... I'd prefer to think though it's because of my (self-proclaimed) sharp wit.
I have a deep passion for music, both playing and listening. I'm not in a band or anything, but I seldom go a day without noodling around on my guitar. Whenever I'm in a hallway, stairwell, tunnel or any place that echoes, I have to resist the urge to sing like I'm some sort of African American soul singer. :)
I find myself on a plane many times a year; partly for business, mostly for pleasure. I like to explore, meet people, see how we're different, how we're the same. Galloping the globe is a privilege my father would have appreciated greatly when he was my age; these days, he simply enjoys listening to my stories abroad, and sharing them with him is a highlight for me. Moments that stand out in my memory are:
* The White Nights of July in St. Petersburg, on a bridge overlooking the Neva, the sun high in the sky... at midnight.
* A blistering day along the beach in Tel Aviv, facing the Mediterranean, a distinct divide in the sand: to the right, a blur of suntanned skin covered barely by bikinis, to the left: scores of women dressed head to toe in black fabric burka.
* On a suburban block in the outskirts of Havana, a dozen proud and lively locals, around my parents' age, salsa dancing out on the streets at 1am on an ordinary Tuesday; no disco or club within miles; just a quartet of street musicians who appear to have been playing all night long; no sign of stopping any time soon.
* The sobering sight of a defunct torture facility in Phnom Penh; sickening remnants of genocide at the hands of the war criminal Pol Pot and his Khmer Rouge.
* The coast of Morong where my parents' boat of refuge finally met shore after a harrowing journey across the South China Sea from Nha Trang in 1978 -- a journey beset with sickness, starvation, storms, and piracy -- tragedies that dwindled what started as an overcrowded boat at departure to a near ghost vessel upon arrival.
* A look of recognition and pride on my grandmother's face upon seeing me. Without words, her communicating to me a feeling of legacy.
Impactful memories to say the least.
Lastly, I'm currently single, and I'm looking to meet a girl with like interests, and who's a bit of a social Swiss army knife like me. You don't literally need to be Swiss.