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The picture of me you see is a pretty recent photo.

Last Updated April 7, 2001 @ 09:39

Ouch...that's got to hurt!

"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same."

~ ~ ~ A FRIEND IS A TREASURE ~ ~ ~

A friend is someone we turn to
When our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone we treasure
For our friendship is a gift,
A friend is someone who fills our lives
With beauty, joy, and grace
And makes the world we live in
A better and happier place.

Well, thanks for stopping by. I haven’t found much time to do much with it, so I apologize up front for it being so simple. But take a look around if you want. I should be adding more pictures as soon as I find time to scan them. But don't forget to sign the guestbook or take the survey before you leave! If you want to contact me, use the "AIM" bar located further down the page, through ICQ 17603789, or through Asian Avenue NYC_ASIAN2. Not yet a memeber...well CLICK HERE

Friends...what are they, and how much do they mean to you?!?!?! Don't be so quick to answer, cause they may also be the ones that cause you the most pain. ='( Is there anything worse than losing a loved one? YES...it's being betrayed by a friend!

Want Some Information on Me? Well here it is!
Name: Anson

E-Mail:tanga@enterprise.navy.mil

Birthday: January 15

Location: New York City

Status:I’m working on it!!!

Ethnicity: Chinese-American (Second Generation)a.k.a ABC

Interests:Internet, Health & Fitness, Music & Movies, Video & Computer Games, and Traveling a lot.

Favorite Color: Blue

Personality: Outgoing, always happy, love to make people laugh & smile, romantic, truly devoted to the one I love, energetic, open, talkative, helpful, love having fun, being a little kid sometimes. But I do bust my butt trying my best and hardest when it comes to serious situations. Basically, in a nutshell, I’m just myself no matter what. Personalities are for you to find out, right?

What I Dislike: When people hock up their saliva and spit right in front of you, running out of rice, worm holes in fruit, getting water in my ear, crusty eye boogers, watching somebody get their feelings hurt, struggling to make someone understand you, and people who abuse & wear animals

Click below for some more pictures

Me in Malaysia, and if you look, you'll see my grandfather and uncle in the back-ground.
One of my closet friends Cynthia
Another picture of Cynthia
Here's another picture of her in a club in NYC
My cousin Say-Jeng at Graduation
My "silly" honey!!! =)
Isn't she sexy?!?!?!
Don't you just love her?!?!?!
Here's another picture of her
Don't you wonder what she's looking at?!?!
Staring out to space!!!
My ever-barking dog
My lazy old cat
Isn't the monkey cute?!?!
Have you ever seen a monkey drink???

Meet my Pikachu Ouchie

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In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.

In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.

In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.

In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus.

In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn`t have to be stuck do-si-do-ing with Nasty Nicky or Smelly Susan.

In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.

In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nicky or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn`t have to be embarrassed.

In seventh grade your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had.

In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball but didn`t laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears.

In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who would go to a party thrown by a senior so you wouldn`t wind up being the only freshman there.

In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch.

In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn`t be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick [or Glenn] or Susan, and found you a date to the prom.

In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college/university, assured you that you would get into that college/university, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go...

At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.

The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn`t deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for university and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to give you reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved.

Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you`re scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you!

When Someone Says:

You don`t know Jack Schitt!

Now you will know the entire story.

Jack Schitt is the only son of O. Schitt and Awe Schitt. O. Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, married Awe Schitt, who later ran the Kneedeep Inn-Schitt. Jack Schitt eventually married Noe Schitt, and together they produced six Schitt children.

Deep Schitt and Fullah Schitt. They later had two daughters, Dyp Schitt and Lotta Schitt. Their final child, another son, was named Buhl Schitt.

Deep Schitt committed a few felonies and ended up in jail. He escaped and has a warrant out for his arrest.

Fullah Schitt turned out to be a gay politician. He met Stuph Happens. Stuph tried to take on Fullah`s last name, but Stuph Schitt was never meant to be. So, he was perfectly content with taking the last name of Schitt-Happens. Fortunately, they were able to adopt three children from a financially-troubled family on a Russian farm. The Schitt-Happens children are now Daug Schitt, Byrd Schitt, and Horace Schitt.

Dyp Schitt had dropped out of high school and married Dum Ped. Dum Ped was a relationship-challenged manic-depressive. They had a son who turned out to be a under-achieving moron, Stu Ped-Schitt.

Stu Ped-Schitt took after his father when it came to love. He fell hard for a young woman, Brite I. Dias. She was a sweet seductress and very intelligent. She knew his weak spots and led him on for years. Needless to say Stu Ped-Schitt never got Brite I. Dias.

Lotta Schitt married Yur Stinkki, a garbage truck operator from Switzerland. She took on his last name, thus being named Lotta Stinkki-Schitt. They had a son, Chikin Schitt. Unfortunately, Chikin Schitt was a coward and tended to get beat up periodically as a child. The bullies at school really seemed to enjoy throwing Chikin Schitt around.

Chikin Schitt fell in love with Ug Li Fukin. Ug Li Fukin-Schitt was a Chinese gynacologist. They had two Fukin-Schitt children. The son had a close resemblance to both the mother and father and was named Fuggli Schitt. He turned out to be a model with a severe ego problem and thought he was the hottest Fukin-Schitt of the family. Their second child came and they named her Givennah Schitt. She liked to go by Giveh Schitt, for short. The family had problems with their daughter and so now they don`t really like Givennah Schitt.

Buhl Schitt, the youngest son of Jack Schitt, married a spicy number; Pisa Krapp, (now Pisa Schitt) a French waitress. And they`re awaiting the arrival of a Baby Schitt.

So now, not only do you know Jack Schitt...

...but his entire family as well!

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