Birthday: 02-06-80 C.E.

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Height: 157.48 cm

Weight: 61.69 kg

Blood type: O

Eye Color: Brown, with a nice charcoal black center...

Occupation: Sophomore in university, Full Private (US Army), Criminal Justice Research Assistant

Weapons: My mouth and fists, 'nuff said!

Other names: Nez, Cungus (Fungus), Nel, The War Machine, Karate Kid, Nez77, Double077, 'hey you!,' Bulma, BulmaVegeta, Mrs. Vegeta, 'mother,' and some things that I can't mention here.... can't deteriorate those innocent minds out there! (yeah yeah, so a few I gave to myself)

Favorite Phrases: heh, ha, ho, hehe, feh, MWAHAHAHA, PUAHAHA, BWAHAHAH, 'I have my ways,' 'You should know better than to oppose me,' 'Stupid biped/human,' 'This is just too easy,' 'Do I need a reason for everything I do?' (doncha love my attitude??)

Academic Preference: Physics, Music, and Economics.

Musical Preference: Pretty much tolerate anything. Classical, New Age, and soundtracks (especially musical scores)

Interests: Anime/Manga, drawing, kicking butt, taking names, and conquering the world! :o)

Favorite color: black... it's my favorite HUE... screw colors!

Favorite Quotation: "There are not 50 ways of winning, only one, to conquer."

Favorite TV shows: X-files, Dragonball Z, Sailor Moon, and BLOOMBERG NEWS!!!!!!

Favorite thing to do on the weekend: kick butt, take names, and conquering the world!! (but I do that 24/7 anyway)

Favorite punchline to a joke: "HAHAHAHAHA"

My Most Embarrassing Moment

Pictures: Coming soon!

Past Chapters Index

� First off, a disclaimer, I stole this HTML script from David Y. Fang. I'll be meeting him in a few days.... and supposedly giving him THE BOX... Click here to see a picture of a box.

� Yesterday was Valentine's Day. No, I didn't have a Valentine this year, although I did for the past two years. But that's another story all together. I didn't go into depression for not having a Valentine though, for me, it was just another day. Yet, this prompts me to have some of my ideas on love, mostly thinking about what I expect from myself in this aspect.

� Actually, as far as I know, I have only told my roommate this, earlier today in fact. Before I begin, it's just a little fact that in every relationship that I have ever been in, or even just a casual thing, a fling, or even a long-term one (well, I've never really had a long one, but that's also another story), I've always been the one to ask the guy out (yup, sorry ladies, I'm heterosexual).

� Now why? I've been asked out enough times in my life, but why do I turn all of them down? Perhaps best illustrated by this one incident. There was this guy that I kinda liked, but didn't have a crush on. Surely, everyone understands this. When he asked me out, I turned him down, and asked him right back.

� BUT WHY??!?!? Am I nuts? I've heard this so many times, and can only tell that I just want to be the person that asks the guy out. I don't know why, but it has something to do again with my pride. I suppose it would boost the ego more if the other person asked me, but for some odd reason it just doesn't work that way with me. I guess I just have this idea of having "authority" at the beginning. Not THAT kind of authority, I still have this idealistic idea of equality between couples. But, just being the bold one has something to do with it.

� Remember those Sweet Valley High series that they had years ago? Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if they were still in print, anyhow, I used to be an avid reader of the series. To get to the point, I remember there was one minor character who had a spotlight in a volume. She didn't have the courage to ask a guy that she had a major crush on out, and many of her friends were into this tradition that the guy should be the one to ask her out. Near the end of the story, she asked her mom for some advice. After the "how I met your father" story, she told her daughter that it was her that asked her father out.

� I found that so facinating, and it was probably from there where I got the idea. I want to be able to tell my child(ren) that it was I that asked their father out. And heck, maybe the one that proposed marriage.

� That brings me to yet another question. One that I still have not yet figured out, and have heard many contradicting ideas. For example, the "traditional" marriage proposal is that the male would get on one knee offering an engagement ring, and then saying his romantic lines. But, how does a woman propose marriage? There is no traditional way. Some of the stories that I have gathered are:

� 1) Over dinner, sitting across from each other, the woman will take the man's hand, and just say "Let's get married."

� 2) The proposition can come in any form as she chooses. But it is something of an unwritten rule for a woman to get on one knee. (That's okay by me! hehe)

� 3) The woman buys the ring that she wants for herself. After the proposition, and if the man accepts, she gives the ring to him so that he can slip it on her finger.

� 4) The woman proposes, and if the man accepts he then goes out and gets a ring (now, this just plain stinks in my mind, because then the guy KNOWS that she's already accepted and will NOT go to far lengths to get a glamourous ring, but rather just an okay one, since he knows that they have both already accepted).

� Personally, I feel that the most pathetic way is to just HINT like crazy. Like, drag the guy to a jewerly store and point to a ring, and say "That's the ring I want...." I've heard this done several times, but am repulsed by it.

� So, if anyone has any ideas of how a woman proposes, please, do e-mail me! Oh, and what's the REAL moral of this story? I guess, it would be.... don't even bother asking me out, because if I am REALLY interested in you, I'll ask. :o)