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2011-02-07T03:28:00.001-04:00

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Season 2: Episode 1: Make this a perfect '10

2010-02-11T17:13:00.001-04:00

17:14 - Home - TO

Quick update: I've finally found a place to live, am still doing pretty shitty at school
But

Things are looking up AND I'm going to update this more often from now on. Scouts honor.

x

Episode 11: Everything Changes

2008-08-22T21:49:00.006-03:00

8:48pm - The Apartment

I've got three diferent mail adresses for '¹removed', n' I've been keeping them for these 4, 5years? without any reason, 'cause i didnt use them, but i didnt wanted to delete them. dubai has become a very nice part of my past, of me. (n you and all da people that i knew there,with it.) So many great and so many terrible things have happened since then.

So goes an e-mail I received on 25th December 2005 from, dare I say it, my first love. This wonderful Spanish boy, with hazel eyes and a mop of brown hair he styled to what I liked to call a "Duck Butt". I remember receiving it and that familiar, wonderful little thump in my heart.

Everything changes, they say, but you never really forget your first love.

He was tall and lean and wonderful. Very pretty, in that young sort of way and if I ever met him again, maybe I'd be disappointed because in my mind he's near perfect.

We were only...12 and 14. But he was wonderful and in my mind I loved him.

It was this feeling that sustained me through that awkward phase of 13 through 16 (even though he was gone and far far away); where everything was odd about me from my buck teeth to that excess fat everyone insisted was just baby fat and would magically fall off. But I did have lovely, shiny black hair - which, ironically, is one of the things I find off about me now since I've dyed it brown and miss the black. But anyway. I was, simply put, unattractive. Horribly.

But this boy, this beautiful boy, liked me and that was wonderful. Until he left for Scotland (of all places...hm that country is haunting me you know) and my heart broke.

Or maybe it broke before that when Evil Aunt B told my Mother some awful lie about me and my Spanish boy. But that's another story.

I think, because of him, I didn't really like anyone else properly. I just wanted to have my lovely Spanish boy back.

Not until M have I really loved anyone.

Or maybe that's a lie. I had a brief stint being "in love" with a few people I wish I hadn't. Oh how those crushes can come back to haunt you.

But no, not until M.

My wonderful chocolate boyfriend, M who taught me what real love actually is.

But yeah. Everything changes. Death, Taxes and Everything Changes. That's all we've got for sure.

Footnotes
1: Removed to protect my identity

Episode 10: The Escalator

2008-08-11T23:47:00.001-03:00

August 8th 2008, 11:47pm:
Today, I fell going up an Escalator.

Commercial Break: Memory

2008-08-06T23:17:00.003-03:00

According to Craik & Lockhart (Levels of Processing: A Framework for Memory Research in JOURNAL OF VERBAL LEARNING AND VERBAL BEHAVIOR 11, 671-684 (1972)), it is "not possible" to store information within the Sensory Store of our memories due to decay.
In essence, perceptions we accumulate through our senses (except sight perhaps) last only a split milisecond -- it lasts for as long as it is present.

So when I touch you and I kiss you, you won't remember how it feels once we've stopped.
The smell of soap clinging on to your body and the feel of your coarse hair underneath my palm -- will be long forgotten by tomorrow.
The silky smooth planes of your back and rough grains of your palm raking across my skin will not last us a year, a month, a week.

But this thing we have that transcends all senses and breaks down the barriers of even belief leaves me thankful to God, that yes, I can remind you tomorrow. You can remind me today.

And that is enough.

Episode 9: Condo Wars 2 a.k.a. A Sad Day

2008-08-05T16:58:00.005-03:00

3:57pm - The Apartment

So...
Yeah. How do I begin this?

My landlord, sold my apartment to someone else.

So here was the thing, I've been meaning to buy a condo in Toronto the moment I got here. It just made more sense to do that, than have to pay my university or landlord. Papa said it was cool.

But then he just kept saying no to all the places. Until this gem came along. It was perfect; even the payment plan was great! But Papa decided it wasn't right for us and there it went.

So I decided to rent.

And so after a MIGHTY SEARCH, BAM, turns out the same exact unit I'd wanted to buy was up for lease. So I rent it. After about 2 days of being in the apartment, I find out it's being sold. Which leaves me in shock. Because if they sell it, that's it I have to move out.

So we (Real Estate agent D and I) device a plan: we buy it instead. Pure genius I say! And everything was going great and fine till today.

When I find out my landlord sold the place from right under us. And where does that leave me?

Well...law says they have to give me 2 months notice before I move out, if, that is, they make me move out.

I want my money back of course.

I had a good cry over it already; and now I just want to move on. There's the same layout being sold on the 4th floor. But I'm on the 21st. Talk about a downgrade. If you're going to spend 400k on something; don't feel like you've settled.

So...Maybe it's time to look for a new one. Again.
*sigh* I'm so incredibly tired of this shit. Maybe I should have been happy and stayed in residence.

I see that now. But now that I've fucked up; might as well lay in the bed I've made -- or better yet, find a new one.

Episode 8: On The Subway

2008-08-03T04:12:00.007-03:00

I basically slept my day away today only to wake up to a strangely green-yellow-red Toronto and random, half-naked women floutsing about in next-to-nothings and sparkly nipple pasties.

So I wonder for a while, wtf is going on??? Until I realize, it's Caribanna this weekend.
But anyway.

Today I get a phone call from Gigantron about going out to see a movie with his friend Nny and I am instructed to take the journey aaaaaaaaaaall the way East to Kennedy into the neighbizzle baby!

Now, the TTC has never had a lack of the strange and wonderful and today was no different. And that was when I was hit by my first public pasty that wasn't on a Tranny. Oh but this was just wrong and I have to wonder: where did self-respect go? But to each her own I guess.

And today I was also witness (on the TTC) to child pornography -- or something close. These two...kids, could not have been more than 12 macking it up riiiight there. It was uncomfortable to watch -- but like a train wreck I could not look away. I remember being that age. I remember crushing on guys but the thought of even kissing one on the cheek scared the bejeebus out of me. But there you go.
We've stepped into a new age apparently.

Alright, so maybe I've been sheltered back in DXB, and maybe this is how it's been for a long time. But...last time I checked, it's not how it's been.

When they were done, I looked at that girl, and maybe I should have let them be but I just felt so...so...disappointed? And she got uncomfortable which made me feel...I don't know. Sorry I suppose.

Anyway. Wasting efforts on my disapproval is just that -- a waste. No matter how much you tsk at people and wag your finger at them, they will do what they want and that's the honest truth.

I am slightly worried for future generations and my children and I can only hope that I'm tough enough and patient enough to show them the world for what it is, nurture independence and strong moral values in them and let them do their thing with the confidence that they know right from wrong. Oh and Hope. Teach them how to Hope.

Parenting is no easy task and really, if you think about it, it's probably the hardest job to do. I am now officially scared.

It's like: I have to push you out of my vagina AND make sure you don't go astray???
Wow.

Kudos to my mom. Furreal.

Episode 7: The House that I Built a.k.a. Condo Wars

2008-07-26T19:27:00.004-03:00

6:27pm - My apartment on my...OMG NEW BED

Needless to say, my new bed is PIMP. I'm just washing my laundry so I can enjoy it to the fullest. *sigh*

It's the MALM bed with pull out shelving from IKEA. Boy, do I ever have plans for my place.

On another note, so today I interacted with one of my fellow condo-ers, in a not so nice way. To put it bluntly, he was a big asshole to me.

"You better break that down! Don't just toss that on top!" He demands from me as I enter the recycling room with my IKEA boxes. I look on at him for a moment, incredulous. I turn towards the recycling bin and, sure enough, it says (in red) BREAK DOWN/FLAT PACK BOXES BEFORE DISPOSING. But don't quote me on that.

So I turn back to Big Mean Meanie (BMM from here on) and he continues: "I live here (as if I dont') and I'm sick of seeing all this shit (exaggerate much? Buddy, it's only cardboard) everyday when I come down to recycle my cans!!! And if I come back, and it's all piled up, I'm going to Recognize you!!!"

My reaction, due to my shock, was the less than stellar response of: "Ok..." So BMM ends our meeting with a "So you're going to sit here nicely for half an hour breaking those boxes down!"

I think he would have slammed that door if he could've. I was thoroughly offended. And you know, it's not like I wasn't going to do that. I was going to fold them down nicely! D: Anyway, I packed them down and it took like, 3 minutes. Boy, does our friend BMM like to blow things out of proportion or what. Tsk.

Episode 6: Oh to have a Hamar MidBeam

2008-07-25T03:48:00.005-03:00

2:55am - My bedroom floor (again???)
Ok.

So.

My room-mate, Miss C has finally arrived to move in and then ship herself off to Italy for a course or what not.
*sigh*
I'm exhausted.

So we went to IKEA, my second trip there in 2 days with her mom and their van and I finally grab myself a bed.

Shopping for a bed is a lot harder than you'd think it'd be. First off, my headboard add-on was not in the self-serve section, you pay for it and then pick it up. Now we didn't want to pay for something we didn't know was going to fit in the van (assuming it wasn't flat-packed) so we were just like "eh nvm". But as we hoisted all the other furniture onto the van, we realized it WASN'T as full as we anticipated so I go off to customer service just to ask the dimensions of the package.

And the lady and her piercing say to me, "You're not allowed to see it."
And for a moment there I thought she was kidding, so I smile and I was like "Oh alright." And for a good few seconds I thought I was going along with the whole ruse, before I say "No, really, I just want to know the dimensions." And again, she says in this odd way, "You're not allowed to see it. You have to pay for it first before you can see it."

I finally realize the lady's not kidding around. She means business. No dimensions till they get my money. But therein lies the problem. If I buy it, and it turns out to be too big, then we waste time returning it (and did I mention Miss C was in a hurry?)...so I go off pay for it (like an idiot) come back and...realize it'll take "10-15 minutes"...those 10-15 turned to 45. And then came the hassle of trying to return it...blah blah blah. So yeah finally we get out. Oh, and btw, they gave Miss C's mom the dimensions WITHOUT her having to buy it. Seriously. Anyhoo...

Come back to the apartment glad to just have my bed frame at least, built about 30% of it before heading out to watch The Dark Knight (more on that tomorrow when I'm less irritated...) and had the awesome kicked out of me when I came back home and realized (80% of bed done) that I'm missing the mid beam that's sold separately.

SERIOUSLY???

WHY???!!! WHY SELL IT SEPARATELY WHEN YOU COULDA JUST STUCK IT INTO THE BOX!!!

So it's the floor for me again.
I'd be madder if I hadn't just have a good healthy overdose of Batman. Because we all know Elvis was a faker, and Batman's the real KING.

Speaking of Kings; M was in a naff mood today...My baby. :( He's getting dumb feelings that I don't love him anymore and all that. So all I could do was reassure him of the contrary. I miss him so much...

Episode 5: Dra-ha-ha-ha-ma

2008-07-23T01:28:00.003-03:00

1:28am - My Apartment
So it happened -- Ffiend did the inevitably stupid and had a 3some with his "boyfriend" and "boyfriend"'s partner.

I have nothing against 3somes (or as M likes to call it: Tag Teams) although I wouldn't do it myself, but...

*sigh* Alright a little background info: Ffiend was previously having an affair with this 35 year old guy who already has a partner of 13 years. Their "relationship" went on for 1 year. And this guy, we'll call him Douche for this entry, was his first. Oh and Douche, didn't tell him about Mr. Douche (Douche's partner) until after they'd done the deed.

I keep telling him that Douche is wrong for him but he never listens. And when I left for back home, I find out that Douche told Mr. Douche about Ffiend. And so there you go. I didn't think it would happen; that Ffiend would lower himself to that point -- especially since they're planning to adopt.

But there you go. I dunno. Ffiend alternates between realizing he's better than that, that he deserves better than Douche and thinking that Douche is exactly what he needs.

Ugh. I dunno. I'm not his mom. He does these things, gets hurt comes running to me and I give advice/tell him off/whatever's appropriate and he ignores it and then does the same thing. He needs to take responsibility for his actions.

I seriously don't even know what to say to this new development...So I'm just going to stay quiet. And that's that.

Episode 4: More Than Just Freud on the Head

2008-07-20T22:06:00.006-03:00

9:10pm - My Apartment
Studying for Exam
So apparently, dreaming about having sexual intercourse with someone you shouldn't be dreaming about isn't cause for you to panic.

According to Evans & Singer (1995), dreams in which you are intimate with people you shouldn't be dreaming in THAT way about signifies a strong desire to protect said person.

I hope it's true. I was beginning to think I was a nympho.
Seriously...

And where I'm from, you never talk about teeth falling out in dreams. It meant death.

But according to Freud and Jung, it means fear of punishment for masturbation.

...

I don't even know what to say to that.

9:38pm
SUPPOSED to be studying for exam...
I know I should be reading my text book and not other peoples' blogs. But it's official...I MUST BUY FURNITURE FROM: IKEA.

I feel a little dirty for saying that, since I'm vehemently against it, publicly but deep down inside I know. I know: I secretly yearn for pseud-swedish furniture to litter my as of yet still empty apartment.

I've just read 3 blogs mentioning IKEA.

That's it yo. I'm getting that MALM bed set I drooled over last night before going to bed -- I mean, floor.

Yes people.

Furniture is my Porn.

On a side note, I go through other people's blogs a lot and it's mostly about them and their kids.
I want to comment and tell them "Your kids are adorable!" (when applicable); but I feel like maybe I'm being a shade/creeper if I do that.
Wth am I doing reading a family's blog.

But isn't it supposed to be public? Shouldn't I comment? But I dunno. Seems too private for me despite the fact that, clearly, they're not, since they're accessible to everyone out there.

It's like these blogs are in a stratosphere of their own. I wouldn't mind commenting if I had a family of my own with 3+ kids and what not running around in the backyard...It's like some sort of Not So Secret Secret Society and initiation requires you to have a wedding ring and a swollen belly and final pledge requires you to have popped one out already...

Episode 3: A Cloudy Day

2008-07-17T22:22:00.007-03:00

9:22pm - My apartment

So clearly I'm in my new apartment (I couldn't stay with FFiend anymore...just too cramped and I seriously felt like I was imposing myself), got here on Tuesday after the ridiculous amount of money I gave to my land lord (who, btw, is selling the place so I don't know where that leaves me). While it's tres sexy, I have no furniture.

I'd set off to buy a mattress on Tuesday. I spent a good $900 on that thing. It's still not here.
Disgusting.

I guess I can be honest here and say that I think the guy who sold me my mattress may just have a thing for me. I don't know. I had a pseudo-lunch with him. Doesn't he know that he could be my father? (Albeit, he'd have to be a rather psychologically twisted promiscuous 11 year old to have done so)

I told M about it. But I still feel super weird about the whole thing.

I talked to Gigantron about it and he thinks that, it's cool. I could get cheap furniture out of it so why not.

But isn't that a bit like using the guy???

He'd make a nice friend. But I don't think he's looking for friendship. Or maybe he is. Maybe I'm looking at it all wrong.

Anyway.

I slept 2 nights without a mattress. The first night was horrible though.
The first night I had to sleep on the floor with toilet paper I bought from Shopper's as my pillow.

It wasn't fun.

The second night I managed to get pillows from Winners (and it was sort of ridiculous, they were selling these Tommy Hilfiger and Calvin Klein pillows...what are they made of? Underpants???) and my stuff from storage came in so I had a blanket and I slept on my duvet. Better than the rough (but inexplicably awesome to look at and to walk on but not to sleep/sit on) Carpet.

And tonight I predict another night of The Floor.
*sigh*

So...M was supposed to go to this car show which turned out to be a bloody party in a bloody club. Ok so he told me about it. After he gets home at like 5am (his time). But we made this agreement: We'd tell each other before we go to some hot club/party scene and possibly get hit on by people.

And his way of consoling my hurt feelings at his not-telling-me-AGAIN-about-some-party-or-whatever-he's-gone-to?
"It sucked anyway"

Oh so if it SUCKS then he's suffered enough right, I shouldn't be mad, right?
ha.

This long distance stuff sucks. To be honest though, he'd do this sort of thing to me when I'm in the same city as him. So I shouldn't be surprised or whatever.

So let me make it clear, first, that M is probably the sweetest guy I know. He would never cheat/lie/do bad stuff on purpose on/to me. But this sort of thing slips his mind all the time. Even though I tell him about it all the time.

So I sort of just gave up today.

Which is what I almost always do. I just tell him "Fine, we can void that agreement we made to not inform each other about everything we do and you go ahead and do whatever you want." And believe me, I actually mean it. Cause if you lower your expectations, and shit happens, you don't get disappointed. You were expecting it. But noooo he doesn't like that thought.

But this time, I just didn't say anything. I didn't say "I give up" or whatever. I just stayed quiet.

I feel so horrible and tired and fed up. It's like...if he wants to do his thing let him, right? It's not like he's doing anything wrong.

...but...it doesn't stop it from being hurtful. And there it is. In a nut shell.
I'm not mad. I'm just hurt and disappointed. Anyway. I dunno.

How would he react if I just did something like that without telling him? I am so tempted, you don't even understand.

But I couldn't do that. I can't. It's wrong and...I love him.

So does this mean he doesn't love me?

...no...
*sigh*

This just means he's a guy.

God.
Sometimes I feel I should just be a lesbian. Furreal.

Commercial Break - An Ode to Bubble Tea

2008-07-17T18:37:00.003-03:00

O Bubble Tea
Cool refreshment
I cave to the feel
Of soft sweet spheres
Melting in my mouth

Episode 2: Aboard, Abroad

2008-07-14T08:28:00.006-03:00

7:30am Toronto - FFiend's Place

Alright.

Breathe in and breath out. Positive thoughts.

Spent the day yesterday in Toronto doing an essay due today at 11am...I miss home it makes me sick.

What will I do without my M^bf? I know I'll be alright without him. But do you know? It sort of aches in this horrible constant sort of way when I'm without him. And there's nothing I can do...

Think positive thoughts.

I feel ill.

10:30am - Sidney Smith Hall

So I'm minding my own business, all is quiet @ Sid Smith when all of a sudden this flock - nay, herd - of spanish tweens just completely overtook the space. And they were loud and obnoxious and irritating and slightly...overdeveloped.
*sigh*
Oh but the new generation scares me more than just a little bit.
So I've got a problem with my apartment -- I forgot my checks back home...so I can't close the deal till I get them checks from Aunt V and/or get them from my bank which would take 7 - 9 business days.
Major suck-fest furreal...

So I don't even know when/where my psych class is...this is not good...

10:53am - Sidney Smith Hall

So I'm still here but went upstairs to avoid the squabbling tiny tots and I know PSY260 is held in 2117...But no one's here...
It can't be too early could it?
Lecture starts @ 11am...

Real estate agent just called. I've got to give my landlord $7500 again to close the deal. Suck.

11:01am - Sidney Smith Hall, Room 2102

Ok so I found it. Awesome.
So it's actually 2102.
Muh Bad...I need to invest in some good sneakers. Seriously.
Ok...
Why's everyone studying??? ok...I know there aren't any tests today.
OMFG these people are having the most intellectual conversation ever! I feel dumb. :(
I need to get a batter for my laptop.

11:08am - Same place

Free advice: If you're going to use your laptop in the lecture hall and sit up front so everyone can see your screen; don't use a sleazy softcore desktop wallpaper.

11:11am - Same place

Oh no. My professor's a...a...tacky pseudo-young man!!!
Are those...frosted tips???!!!

1:40pm - Same place

ehhhhhhh....

1:45pm - Same place

Ok, so he doesn't believe in text books. They're quaint he says. Museums he says. Tacky he says.

...

Just like his weird board shorts I might add.

4:03pm - FFiend's Place

That course is SO dropped.

Episode 1: On a Jet Plane and Beyond

2008-07-11T18:22:00.009-03:00

1:24 am Dubai Time
Location: Bedroom

Alright.
So...

I'm leaving in 5 hours, to the airport. I'll get there at about 7am. At around 9:10am I'll be boarding an aeroplane leaving to Heathrow.

I'll be landing in Toronto, 20:12 EST. So...basically...In approximately 24 hours I will no longer be in Dubai.

The thought kills me.
I've got to go call my lover. Sappy as it is, I miss him already.

5:58am Dubai
Location: Bedroom

Mom's in a hurry. Epilated arms. Put lotion on them. Now they burn.

Let's rock'n'roll folks...

2:57pm London
Location: Heathrow Airport

Perhaps the only thing I personally like about Heathrow airport is that the moving sidewalks they've got here bounce a little when you walk on them...oh and this restaurant/deli in terminal 4, Pret a Manger. I order the Jalapeno chicken wrap all the time. Except for last time when I tried the Spicy Falafel. It was alright.

So I meet this lady visiting her daughter in Toronto, from Bangladesh...An currently helping her out but she barely speeks any English and I definitely don't speak any Bengali.
But anyway...
Strange coincidence is that we're sitting next to each other on the plane...21 A (me) 21 B (her)...Odd huh...

Our flight starts boarding around 5pm local time, which means I'm looking forward to a lot of time filled with wonderfully awkward silences...

Episode 0: Pilot

2008-07-04T19:27:00.004-03:00

Ok.

So I think maybe a little introduction is in order.
First and foremost, I think (and I don't know why) but I think it's pretty important that I just let this first thing out:
I'm an Asian. And I'm a Muslim.
And while that isn't really all that surprising; considering the fact that my home country just happens to be the most Catholic Asian country there is, I'm thinking it's important to just say it out there.
But I don't really like talking about religion. Not unless it's face to face.
So that's out there out in the open.

I'm not exactly the best Muslim out there (or worst, if you like to watch the news)...so you can think about your "typical" Muslim girl, yeah, and then forget about her.

Even my name isn't "Muslim" as they like to say.
Yeah, I like to wear black. But only because it's slimming.
And you can see my hair. Yeah. All of it. I wear jeans. And shirts. Although right now I'm going through a dress-phase. Must have something to do with my new hair-cut. And OMG I kinda dress slutty.

...

Although that's not really something to be proud of. I'm not, really. And neither should you. *glares*

I do, however, have values your grandma would probably be proud of (unless it's your crazy grandma. Come on, admit it, we've ALL got at least one).

I don't drink, do drugs, smoke, stay out late, disrespect my elders or abuse my sibling(s). I even call people sir and ma'am. Yeah. And not even cause people told me I had to. No. I actually am just predisposed to be naturally boring.

So anyhoo, I am actually a convert, encouraged by my dad (step-dad actually, but that's for another time. Let's not throw the Parent-Bomb just yet). But he never really forced me to do anything. Anyway he wasn't around much to do any forcing...

Ok ok, too much on parents and religion!

I'm an optimistic pessimist. Does that make sense?
I'm pretttyyyy negative, and if anything goes wrong I practically hyperventilate. But deep down inside, deeep deeeeep down: I know it'll all be ok.

Like when it comes to my boyfriend for example. I know that we're going to settle down some day and that we're going to make it through and be the coolest people on Earth for just staying together despite the long distance relationship and my bouts of Crazy. However, I still freak out every time something bad happens.

So yes. I'm an optimistic pessimist Muslim Asian who's here to entertain and inform.

Pull up some chairs, people. This is going to take a while.

The Cast

2008-07-01T12:00:00.009-03:00

In Alphabetical Order:

Author, The
Philippine-born, Dubai-raised and Toronto-tortured; our Author is a med-school student hopeful with big dreams and bigger procrastination problems.
There's bound to be drama.

C, Miss
Room-mate and design-soul-mate of author. Opinionated, Outspoken and Outgoing; summed up in one word, Miss C is: OOO
Episodes containing Miss C

Evil Aunt B
Evil sister of Mother; strives to make things a living hell for everyone. Evil. Just, Evil.
Episodes containing Evil Aunt B

Father/Dad/Papa
Author's Arab dad. Supportive and warm in his own way, Author would probably be in some gutter right now selling crack if it weren't for her dad. He's, btw, her step-dad, since her biological dad sorta bailed out on her mom when she was pregnant. But that's another story for another time. Anyway, let it be known that the author loves her papa.
Episodes containing Father

FFiend
The author's ~~son~~ friend. Completely obsessed with Fashion, and somewhat fragile more because of his self-perception than his actual physical condition, FFiend's relationship with the Author is sometimes heartbreakingly volatile because she's not very patient and he is sometimes, well, stupid. Flouncy, attractive and oh so Gay; FFiend is maybe why the Author isn't going crazy in Toronto. Or maybe, more accurately, he (and his "love life") is exactly the reason why...
Episodes containing FFiend

Gigantron
The author's only straight male friend in Toronto; and only because she thought he was gay. Unfortunately he was not and for a while there, there was some sort of horrible mix-up resulting in the author's boyfriend getting jealous. But it's all over now and the 2 (boyfriend and gigantron) have bonded over the issue of feeding the author.
Episodes containing Gigantron

M
Author's boyfriend and hopefully, some-day-husband. Kind, caring and of a completely different race (and Religion!) from Author, which, no doubt, will lead to some serious spats and/or family riffs in the near future. Till then, there's the dramatic build up to that particular scene. And believe us. There will be Drama.
Episodes containing M

Mom/Mama/Mother
Author's (duh) Mom. Slightly unstable and abusive and just plain weird most of the time and surprisingly warm and caring at others, she manages to not be there and yet still play a huge role in the development of our author. Who woulda thunk. But anyhoo, author loves her mama anyway.
Episodes containing Mother

V, Aunt
Author's aunt/sister/cousin/best friend. Currently single mother of one beautiful baby girl due to the douche-bagginess of her douche-bag ex. But she holds strong and is probably one of the most beautiful people the author has ever met/known/heard of.
Episodes containing Aunt V