I don’t know why but sometimes, when our being different stares right back at me, something inside me clicks. And that is weird because when it comes to love, I believe that people can be with anyone they choose, be it someone from the same sex, outside their race, or practices a different religion. The thing is, when I get these moments of insecurities, I tend to think about what bad things other people might be saying about me for dating outside my race. It doesn’t necessarily affect my thinking or feelings for Jake, but it makes me self-conscious. For example, I feel like people look at us, or me, or assume that I’m someone who’s only after to get a green card. (Uh, EXCUSE ME! I already have one; I’m a legal resident!) You know, those usual stuff you hear.
Anyway, it’s nothing serious that can worry me for life. In reality, I don’t care what they think. And I actually like the fact that Jake looks different more than I am worried about it… BY A GREAT DEAL. I don’t know if this is a learn-to-live-with-what-you-have syndrome. If it is, it doesn’t matter! I fell in love with who Jake is, not what he looks like
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
Shakespeare
I think this momentary awkwardness is because I didn’t grow up in a country as diverse as the US of A, so I still have that “culture shock” so to speak… which will wear off eventually. LOL!
Yeah.
I run on a Mac and Camino.
Chuck, Heroes, Kath & Kim
Grey's Anatomy, Life on Mars
CSI
Seinfeld 
Yay f0und u again! Jake.Jake.Jake. Kapag nba2nggt mo cya,naiisip ko si Andy! Speaking of, dami ako kwento! =) will c0me back here tomorrow with my pc. Hirap with my cell!
forgetaboutit! James is greek and is A LOT darker than me, and I don’t give a crap about what people think. You two are sexy.