It’s a new year.  2011.  Just when you think you couldn’t make it through 2010, all of the sudden, it’s 2011.  We made it guys.

2010 was kind of weird.  On the upside, it was the first full year of being married.  On the downside, it’s the last year I got to spend with my grandmother.

I realize that there has not been a lot of literary genius gracing this page in the past year, though every year I’m swearing to “post more, write more, express more, etc etc etc”.  It would be so much easier to just let this go completely, but this blog is my labor of love.  It’s my outlet.  It’s the virtual antithesis of my Chinese upbringing for me to say what’s on my brain and unload what’s on my heart.  The best part is, the more controversial or judgmental my rants are, the more random readers tend to respond.  They may not be the greatest of responses, but at least it gives the warm fuzzy feeling that someone out there is reading this.

In fact, this is the outlet that has caused the rift between me and the woman who birthed me.  I don’t regret it for a second.  Some people have asked, “Well, do you ever wish that you never wrote that stuff and published it online?”  No, I really never have.  On one hand, it may seem terrible that she’s disowned me and expressed her hatred towards me.  On the other hand, this has really exposed what the real situation is in my family – not just to the public, but also to me.  I was just as blind to everything as the next person, and I’m the oldest son.  How terrible is that?  Besides, knowing my temper, something like this would have exploded at some point in the past 5 years anyways.

Anyways, here’s to 2011.  Who knows what will happen this year?