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last night i went to bed, drowsy as shit, swearing more than a drunken spanish sailor. i remember now that for the most part i HATE chinese (real chinese, i mean, with chinese manners and mores) adults; the only chinese adults i can stand are my parents and that is essentially because i am used to them - my mom's manners have improved since my childhood, and my dad is just the way he is (which is very chinese, but he is my dad). gah. thank you for telling me i need to lose weight; it isn't as if every other person i've come across hasn't told me i'm fat. assholes. go fuck your mother.
i also really do not appreciate the babytalk. sure, at age sixteen, i would gladly agree that i am not an adult per se, but kindly shut the fuck up. i have my shit together far more than you realize, and it is really unnecessary to tell me to pack. multiple times. in a second. no, i'm really going to leave all of my shit here. last night my aunt (as in, my former housekeeper who married my grandfather... i prefer to call her aunt) interestingly revealed that my mother believes that i know nothing. hello mother, have we even ever had a conversation that extends longer than an exchange of obvious advice or:
"hi pauline"
"hi mom"
"how are you?"
"good. how is your health? how is work?"
"okay."
"ok that's good. i'm busy now, i'll talk to you later."
"ok bye."
"bye."
no, over the last year, we really haven't, and the years and years before that have been filled with exchanges just as meaningless. mother, i admire you as a person, but as a person, you fail. completely.
to wrap up the hong kong visit: i have neutral feelings. the shopping was decent. i like my cousin in that she's a sweet girl, though obviously we are very, very different. my visit to my great-grandmother and great-great grandmother's burial places was awe-inspiring. but if i have to stay with these relatives a day longer, there will be a serious beat-down. fortunately i don't. :D
i also really do not appreciate the babytalk. sure, at age sixteen, i would gladly agree that i am not an adult per se, but kindly shut the fuck up. i have my shit together far more than you realize, and it is really unnecessary to tell me to pack. multiple times. in a second. no, i'm really going to leave all of my shit here. last night my aunt (as in, my former housekeeper who married my grandfather... i prefer to call her aunt) interestingly revealed that my mother believes that i know nothing. hello mother, have we even ever had a conversation that extends longer than an exchange of obvious advice or:
"hi pauline"
"hi mom"
"how are you?"
"good. how is your health? how is work?"
"okay."
"ok that's good. i'm busy now, i'll talk to you later."
"ok bye."
"bye."
no, over the last year, we really haven't, and the years and years before that have been filled with exchanges just as meaningless. mother, i admire you as a person, but as a person, you fail. completely.
to wrap up the hong kong visit: i have neutral feelings. the shopping was decent. i like my cousin in that she's a sweet girl, though obviously we are very, very different. my visit to my great-grandmother and great-great grandmother's burial places was awe-inspiring. but if i have to stay with these relatives a day longer, there will be a serious beat-down. fortunately i don't. :D