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Yesterday I was bored and couldn't sleep due to my whacky sleep schedule so I stayed online to browse some more before taking a bath.

My parents are originally born from China, in Hoisan (Taishan for Mandarin and Toisan for Cantonese pronunciations) to be exact. I've known for all my life while growing up that my Chinese was different from what my relatives here in the U.S. spoke. They either spoke Hong Kong Cantonese, Mandarin or both. What I speak is a subdialect of Cantonese called...

How should I call this? The discovery of the century? Well whatever, it doesn't matter.

I was working on my English final and I got distracted(like with all other essays orz). So before the distraction, I was looking up synonyms for "status quo" and I end up on some site called wordcentral.com. I like the site; it's simple, clean and fast. Then I gaze off and I see the "Build Your Own Dictionary" tab. I click it.

HALLELUJAH CHILDREn. It's a miracle...

Welp, let's start off with something happier compared to last time shall we?

OKAY. So I have these things I adore and play with until they ran out of batteries as a kid.

Guess what they were? JANNNNNN.


These babies are my tamagotchis LOOOL. I have so many of them. But this is measly compared to other girls in elementary school. WHOOMYGUR. They had like chains of these bad boys LOL.

They're...

My emotions are in a mess right now. Blogging is the only way I can get some of this stress out. I don't have any close friends I can go to and cry on their shoulders at the moment. They're far away and I don't want to be a bother just spilling this whole baggage onto them. I don't want to rant, but I guess I have to. Today I am more angry than depressed. I don't know if I can ever look at people the same again, much less trust them.

Yesterday, I cried a river. It's the first time...

I was browsing my old HS website and they're currently hosting their reunions for the other years. Then this leads me to remember some things from HS and all of my past schooling, the good and the bad.

Something that I stumbled upon while reading some online blogs:
"I'll admit it. But you know how there's always that ***** in high school who has the hair that everyone is jealous of?"

^ That ***** is me.

Honestly, I appreciated the comments,...