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::Name::	Thao, but you can all me TT
::Sex::	I'll give you as many choices as you need 'cause im nice
::Date of Birth::	August 29, 1984... virgo the virgin , rat, I expect gifts
::Height::	5'3"
::Where I Lived::	Rockville, Conneticut. Telford, Pennsylvania. Troy, Michigan. Madison Heights, Michigan. Allendale, Michigan.
::Location::	Grand Rapids, for now
::Ethnicity::	Half Vietnamese and half Chinese. Guess which half is which.
::Status::	Head over heels in love
::Occupation::	A Professional in Holland
::Girl Style::	I look high maintenance, but really, I am not. I like girly things, but I better not be one of "those girls". I prefer to hang out with my buddies. I am, however, a shopaholic with a tendency to show off my assets.
::Hobbies::	Web design Kickboxing, working out in general Eating Shopping (my favorite compliment is when people say that they never see me in the same thing twice) Style Nail design Learning Taking pictures Thinking about things I don't need to be thinking about
::I Am Worth::	$2,112,050.00
::Personality::	Hmm... I believe that I'm sweet (to those who deserve it anyway), loving yet untrusting, mature yet completely immature, knowledgeable yet naive, smart, artistic, and very complicated in the sort've contradicting way hehe ;) A quiz that I took said these things: creative, original, and independent; thoughtful, warm, and sensitive; global thinkers with great passion for their unique vision; cautious, deliberate, and planful; organized, productive, and decisive; reserved and polite." read more

The SAG

I was born in Connecticut on August 29, 1984, so yes I am an American to those nosey assholes. I lived there with my unwed parents until I turned one. We then hauled ourselves, they did anyway... I was probably busy pooping and sucking on a bottle, to Harleysville, Pennsylvania. In approximately a year, the result of my parents' fornication yielded another baby girl, my only sister. I don't know how long we lived there, or how often we moved. Eventually, we stopped moving around apartments and bought a house in Telford, Pennsylvania. It was a country setting among woods and farms, i.e. maneur. It was a 7 bedroom house with a big yard and incredibly nosey neighbors. Most of my childhood memories were developed there.

My sister and I had our own special bus stop because all the kids in the 'hood were way younger than us. While my family slept upstairs, we rented our spare rooms to people who just came from Vietnam and family friends. I didn't grow up financially stable, but I did not know it until way way way later. I had no structure in my life either. At one point while my mother was in cosmetology school, they ran a "hair accessories company" where they made hair clips and sold them to people. Eventually, my mother worked two jobs and when she came home, she had to cook and clean after her man. My father worked odd factory jobs among the dry cleaner and butcher.

Among some of my memories, i.e. the reasons I can be messed up at times, were moments of cluelessness and imagination. See, what most people don't realize is that Asian parents don't let their children know what's going on. I grew up thinking my rents were married, that uncles were fathers or distant uncles, that it was normal to sing karaoke every weekend, and women served men beers and "drinking food" during football and parties. I remember many fights and crying. My father was a creative, smart, and talented man, but he was really old school and did not appreciate his woman. I blamed this for most of my relational dysfunction, but that's another story. Well, Asian family = spankings and lots of lessons about respecting your elders, etc. It also yielded plenty of embarrasment for the kids trying to be as "American" as they can be.

I witnessed a lot of power struggles and control issues, so I took them out on my sister, the only person I had "control" over. I know she probably hated me at various points, but she is a great confidant and friend to me now. There were times I rememeber specifically about the struggles of balance in our lives. I had none. It was either up or down. I was either too Asian or not Asian enough. WTF does that mean anyway? Tell me who this Master of Being Asian is, I need a word with him!

School? Oh geez. I grew up with the popular kids... as in the one that was friends with the popular kids so that they could always have someone to make fun of when they were bored. I was teased and mocked often as the Shy Asian Girl, (SAG if you will). I eventually found some nice girls to befriend, though I never got too close to them. Any form on intimacy was too vulnerable. I think I am better now. I was never sought after by the boys and I never opened my mouth unless I was asked a question or spoken to. Yup, I was the sterotypical SAG, evenutally turning into the Shy Angry Girl, then later the Sexy Asian Goddess. These stories in due time.

Well finally Mom had enough and I moved with her, my sister, and my puppy (R.I.P. Fox) to Michigan, the coldest fukkin state in the mainland. Great. At this point I was Shy Angry Girl to the point that everyone thought I was stuck up because I was so shy. I lived in Troy for one semester, then we moved yet again to Madison Heights. This SAG was still pretty pissed that everytime she finally met someone who wasn't going to smear baby oil in her hair, she had to say goodbye. Eventually saying goodbye grew easy. "Don't get attached, don't grow close, don't make it hard on yourself because you'll leave." I was never mad at my mom for leaving my dad. It just added to that dysfunction thing previously mentioned. Well, I remained the SAG not fitting in anywhere until I joined the high school swim team where SAG became Swimming Asian Guppy. I became social and less afraid to become who I always was. Then I started to date... ahh puppy love. However, they never mentioned to you that real puppies will give you unconditional love, while boys break your heart. After some more dysfunction, I followed my boyfriend at the time and friends out to Grand Rapids for school where I chose the most stereotypical career path ever: Engineering... back to Stereotypical Asian Genious.

I broke up with my boyfriend and after our freakin' year of break up, I finally realized that I was a decent sort of hot commodity. Insert Sexy Asian Girl phase here. Hey, if you don't agree, fuck off. I was confident and didn't care about looking for love, any type of love anymore. I wanted to focus on developng myself. The horny college boys noticed and took me out on some memorable dates. I became a dateaholic, danceaholic, and a rather bingeaholic. Haha. Geez, I loved college. Eventually, dating led me to a road of disappointment and I realized that I had stopped looking out for myself, so I took a hiatus. Eventually, I met a man. He became a catalyst for me to welcome back my strength and dreams. Now insert Sexy Asian Goddess. So I am not totally repaired and I probably won't ever be, but I graduated college, started my career, am planning my future, and living my dreams. I'm pretty open, yet I am guarded and private. I can be the best friend you will ever have or a scornful vindictive bitch. Regardless, I'm just a scultable, remoldable, and indestrucable piece of fantastic flesh. Sexy Asian Goddess Flesh. BIATCH!



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