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Member Since: 11/29/2001

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Thursday, December 20, 2001

I didn't realize a whole bunch of you read my post while I was away.  Thanks to Peachy for pointing out that people actually subscribed to my site.

Thank you to comicbookgeek, JenieKicksButt, ryoushi, Lasher, rendezvousgirl, yellowcalx, seberu, collegechica and Peachy  for subscribing.       

I wrote my last exam yesterday so I can finally put my feet up and relax.  Thank goodness.  I'm almost out of nails to chew.   I had a hard time focusing, but I finally managed to get through them.

It has been a tough two weeks (which explains my absence).  Not just because of exams and various projects coming due, but I had some personal matters to attend.

I broke up with my boyfriend two weeks ago.  I knew we had it coming so it was either I'd do it, or he would do it eventually.  We had been together for almost a year, yet he had not formally introduced me to his parents as his girlfriend.  After nagging him a few times, he finally blurted out the reason.  He never told his parents that I was not of Italian descent.  Vinny, my ex-boyfriend is Italian-American.  We were both born and raised in the U.S. and I didn't think the race issue would come up.  I was wrong.  My parents, though hesitant at first, welcomed him to our home from the moment we started dating.  Sadly, his parents could not do the same. 

I'm sorry I can't go into more details about this.  It's still raw and I really don't want to start crying again.  Needless to say, I'm having a hard time dealing with this.  Perhaps it's because he's the first man that I have given myself to completely.  He was my first lover and I naively thought, he would be my last.   Apparently, I have so much to learn when it comes to love.

Don't worry, I'll be fine.


Saturday, December 01, 2001

The Pressure is On

I spent a good hour just perusing other sites on here.  I even subscribed to a few.  Now I'm face with the dilemma of figuring out what the hell I want to write about.   I know, I know, it will come to me so I'll just let it rip.

Next week will be brutal.  I have to suffer through 5 finals and do well on them.  I come from a family of over achievers and failure is definitely not an option.  To make matters worst, I'm the youngest and the only daughter.  The flower amongst 2 thorns (and yes, my brothers are all pain in the b*tt).  I love them dearly.  Just think of Malcomb in the Middle and throw in a younger sister (woohoo, I just discovered the "smileys").

My mother was an ex-prostitute in the seedy alleys of Saigon, a profession she didn't go in willingly.  When your parents had been killed and you have younger brothers to feed, you would choose a profession a 15 year old could make the most money from.  However, her story is not something out of the Miss Saigon play.  No way. 

My mother found a way to rise above her meager existence a year later, managed to save enough money to get on the "boat", endured rape by pirates and somehow made it to the shores of the United States.  She lost a brother during the arduous journey.  She and her brother were granted refugee status and became foster children.  

Finding the perfect foster home was like playing Russian roulette.  They lived with 4 families, before they finally found one that treated them with love, dignity and respect.  At 18, she declared herself the legal guardian of her brother and worked two jobs to make ends meet.  She then met my father who was a widowed owner of the jewelry store where she worked as a sales clerk.  Marriage ensued and 3 children spurted out of the union.  My parents now own a chain of jewelry stores and currently financing our education. 

Two years ago, tragedy struck again.  My uncle, the only remaining brother of my mother, died of heroine overdose.

So, given the family history, a tremendous pressure has been put on us to succeed. 

Oh great, I didn't realize time flew by as I was typing away. 

Enjoy your weekend lovely people


Thursday, November 29, 2001

Hello.  This is just my first post and I'm not quite sure yet what I'm going to write on this page.  I still feel a little weird that people I don't know will be reading this. 

I guess for those of you who happen to discover this site, I'd like to give you a warm welcome.  Once I get comfortable, I might start to write more.  Any hints and pointers you would like to share with me will be appreciated.