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So my second secret origin....let me start way at the beginning, before I was born.

During World War 2, my grandma, a daughter of a governor of a provence in China, met my grandfather, a doctor. My grandma says it was a combination of the Communist takeover and Japanese invasion of the Chinese mainland that caused her to move out of the provence. Then of course, my mom was born, traumizated by the Japanese invasion a few years later, and with all those air raids, so the whole family (my uncles and aunts) all moved to Hong Kong. My mom still gets nervous about everything (that's trauma for you).

Meanwhile, my dad's parents, whom were Japanese spies, drowned when Allied forces blew up a ship fill of civilians. So my dad and his twin brother, they were left to fend for themsleves in Japan, then in Hong Kong. Knowing that there is anti-Japanese sentiment, they changed their last names to a Chinese last name. Heck, I still don't know my Japanese last name. Anyway, having to fend for himself, my dad developed a take-all attitude that would affect his bahavior for all time. "It's mine!!!!!" Oh, brother.

Flash forward, my mom is in the US, working as a hematologist. My dad's a mechanic. My mom dropped a piece of paper, my dad picked it up. Flash forward again, I'm born. (You know the rest, if you've read my previous blogs, I'm hearing impaired and all.)

Now here comes the decline of my family: my dad became a criminal, decided to be a drug dealer, became one of the top officers in a gang called the Pale Horse. After months of investigations, the FBI found them dealing wih two tons of heroin. Uh, yeah, two tons would get you noticed. Duh.

Back then, I didn't think much of it. My mom and me and my sister, we didn;t have much money to spend, as my dad decided to spend his ill-gotten gains to open a meat store and several liquor stores. (Dealing with alcohol is much easier than heroin.) So, despite all the TV shows about druglord mansions, royalty and all, most of the time, the immediate family doesn't get much. Uh, dad, stay a mechanic if we're still spending the same amount!!!!

So when I was ten years old, my dad got busted, and I saw it all happen on the window of my bedroom (there was a window partition between the bedom and living room). My mom had a machine gun pointed at her (SWAT team???), and my dad was arrested. The cops didn;t see me wake up, and went back down to pretend to sleep. My sister? She was four years old back then, she was asleep the whole time. The police saw us children alseep, I assume he felt sad and told the rest of the police to quietly get out. My mom, sparing me the pain, told me a day later that my dad went to the hospital. So I was confused. Weeks later, I asked my mom, 'Why do the paramedics have machine guns? Are they treating patients like this now?" Hey, I was a kid. For all I know, doctors do have AK-47s! Lol. Oh, his crime was ALSO that he chopped this guy up, put him in a briefcase, and threw him down the river. Imagine having that for a father.

So my mom closed up the meat store, owned a liquor store, closed that one too (as the antidrinking laws and overall bad economy of that neighborhood caused that to fail), and then...my family and I were living on my mom's savings. During that time, my dad left jail (for five years...must be a revolving door there), and gave us a support...of only 2,000 dollars a year. Uh, How am I going to survive? Arrggghhh...dddaaaaadddd!!!!

So, I insisted going to public high school, while my mom insisted me to go to a Catholic high school. Whenever I tried to work in high school for money to support my family, my mom would shoot it down and tell me to take the SATs. Um, colleges have...tuitions. So matter what score i got (and it was above average), I can't attend anyway, because I canot afford to, and I didn;t win any scholarships when I applied. What kept us going? My mom knows how to budget. Thank goodness. But she also went into a nervous breakdown for a while. Yeah, I made her relaxed and she made herself relax...

So, later on, I'm freshman at Hunter College and my family's in near poverty and bankruptcy. I applied to jobs. Without my mom's permission, since I believed that she would just disagree and stay on my dad's pittance of 2,000 dollars a year. I was tired of my mom and our financial future on relying on my dad. And so, i decided to take a part-time job, taking long hours of work, before classes, between classes, and after classes. No holidays or days off too.

I lost my chance at a social life then, this girl who looked like Nicole Kidman, was flirting with me ever since I repaired her chair, and she was rubbing her feet against my leg, etc. However, I had no time for a social life or money then, I had to shoo her away...by pretending I had diarrhea. Don't ask. My friends were sill there, but I see them once a year back then. But I did meet my best friend in college, nd we didn;' hangout so much as e-mail correspondence all the time (hey, email was free).

So, I worked my way up, to several different jobs (whew), graduated in four years with a Bachelor's Degree (with like 60 hours of part-time) and graduated with Honors! Supported my family throughout, paid for my sister's college education in Columbia University, and wham, my long-term plan was met. Along the way, though, sometimes I wondered what I had sacrificed (still no girlfriend even now) , and then I cheer myself up, hey, if I support people, that's nice. Now, me and my sister have high-paying jobs (finally), and my family is funcationing normally. As for my dad, we never communicated with him again, though the last time we saw him, he gave us money in 1998 (wow, ten years), it was in counterfeit bills. Oh, in case you're wondering, I'm not angry with my dad. For a while, my mom was angry, but it taught me..being angry doesn't acheive anything, nor does moping for a long time. You've gotta take action, if I was angry, I would use it to job-hunt. If I was moping, well, I was job-hunting or working and studying (I don't think I had time to mope).

And whew! That is the SECOND of my secret origin. So technically, I'm a hearing impaired, descendant of spies (sounds cool) , criminals (uh...Hi Daddy Joker), and um, doctors (nice!) and a government official (politicans = still bad). I think I can fill a novel with this. Hopefully, I do not sound like I'm tooting my own horn, I still don't believe I really accomplished much.

Long story short...this is for you all who may find it difficult in life. Yes, you can make it. Just be persistant, and hang in there if things are bad, and be active in being productive. Yes, I'm 30 years old, but i don't have that mid-life crisis thing going on...heck, I feel like I've done a lot.

Now that my family's all financially secure (whew), and we saved a lot of money, my new goal?

"Save the cheerleader, save the world!"

In other words, save someone else's butt, and hopefully that someone will be a nice, good, productive member of society. Though my best friend insists I saved hers, I don't see how I did it. I don't know, maybe I should go fight a super-villain. Lol.