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Everyone has a story and each story is unique much a everyone is created "different". This site is about me, my family and circle of friends. These are MY thoughts, my hopes, my past and my future that I shall tell you about. Somehow, as you read along, it is my hope that through reading ME you will likewise see that we aren't so different at all - no matter how I may sound :) 
I am unique and it isn’t even because of me. God and my grandmother made me extraordinary. Somehow, I think the Divine and the mortal sweetly conspired to make me the most lovable weirdo in the planet. I am positive that I am one of those rare individuals walking on this earth who can say that I have been incredibly loved.
I was loved by my grandmother. I called her “grandma” but she was my grand aunt. My ego entertains the visual picture of me having been born and her falling in love with me at first sight. After all, she was a virgin to the end, was never married, though I can say with certainty that she fell in love with an American guy whose name is blank because she never told me what it was. It was later when I had my first and last affair with a married man that she perfunctorily mentioned that Mr. Blank met her during her one year American tour and they planned to live happily ever after. That was until she met Mrs. Blank who cried her heart out because divorce during the late 1930’s divorce was something like the mark of the Scarlett letter I guess. Also, my grandaunt had incredible empathy and love for the human race.
Perhaps I should thank the shadowy Mr. Blank. At two, my grandaunt sent me to the best British pre-school and my teacher was Mrs. Huey, an expat who reminds me of a gentler version of Queen Elizabeth except that she always wore a gracious smile. It was Mrs. Huey who taught me how to memorize “The Lord’s Prayer” and how to read and write.
Despite being greatly loved, I had my kiddie fears. One was this terribly huge religious statue that I dreamt walked while I was asleep. My virgin grandaunt was Catholic extremist and had a penchant for collecting these monstrosities. Another terrible night that I recall was when I was about four years old when an old hospital about seven miles away from our home was burning. I saw the orange red glow as my grand aunt carried me to the car to escape from the inferno that was miles away and couldn’t seriously pose any threat to our lives nor our home. But I didn’t know that then.
Having lived through World War 2, my grandaunt was the anxious about anything real or imagined. She told me that all she did during that terrible war was to tremble in fear but she had a rather thoughtful father, my grandfather, who had enough foresight to stock enough morphine. It wasn’t such a major issue during the old days, and my grand aunt never became an addict except perhaps, for regular Coca Cola.
I felt safe when she would sing me her lullabies. She told me that my favorite was Tom Dooley, which admittedly was strange of me to love. It must be the way she sang it that soothed me. Besides, I didn’t know it was a ditty for a man who was about to face hanging. Then there was Hi Lili Hi Lili Hi Lo, which is enough to discourage anyone from even thinking that romantic love can be gloriously blissful. Whatever the song was, I didn’t care.
It was the familiar voice and scent which mattered. Nothing could go wrong in the night because she was near me and her songs- no matter how outlandish-kept all the demons away.
Copyright 2009 by B.U.G.S.E.Y
. I am also positive that the moment I was born, my grandaunt was assigned to be my real mother. Not that there was anything evil about my biological parents but normal people do 
Joe was the son of a chubby but smart Protestant pastor while my mother was a fanatic Catholic. Thus, they had to have three kinds of matrimonial services -- the civil one, the Protestant one and the Catholic one. Methinks that there should be something MORE than making triple vows to each other. Like LOVE. Sure, like every normal couple, my parents fell for the sex part because it was temptingly delicious - like Romeo and Juliet. It was TOTALLY Shakespeare
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