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2007-11-25 22:03:17
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The Fetal Diaries #41: The Arab in Me.
I was at work today, working on the children’s clothes, when I heard this child screaming, “Ana! Ana! Ana!”
As a TCK that spent some of my childhood in the Middle East, I quickly turned around, assuming it was an Arab family coming, because “ana” meant something like “I” or “me” in Arabic. So I looked over to the aisle beside mine, and saw, just as I thought, an Arab man, and two of his children, possibly Jordanian or Lebanese.
I smiled to myself, as I glanced at the older son, running around, his light brown curls bouncing up and down, calling his father (”Baba!”) over and over, pulling at his shirt cuffs. I figured he might be asking for something. Sure enough, the kid picked up a toy and walked around with it as his dad talked on the phone.
Of course, because the boy was still so little (I’m thinking about 3 or 4), his tiny legs couldn’t keep up with his dad, plus the toy’s box was just about as big as his whole torso. So a little bit of difficulty running around with that (which was, btw, tres adorable). Anyways, his dad notices that the little boy was a little far behind, so he pauses talking on his phone, and turns around, calling, “Taal, Majd!” (trans: “Come/Hurry Majd!”) By that point, I was so tempted to say hi to the little boy (Majd), but knowing Arab parents, they can be a little suspicious of strangers talking to their children, and so decided not to.
They eventually left a few minutes later, and I went home about an hour later, catching one of my closest friends from the Mid East online. He repatriated back to Sweden a year before I left Abu Dhabi, but we still talk a lot, so I told him what happened. He asked me why I didn’t try to talk to them, and I answered that there really was no point, since it would be rude to talk to the dad, since he was on his cellphone, and well, walking up to his son could cause a little suspiscion.
He said that it would have been so worth it if I had gotten to talk to them, and I agreed. I then randomly told him that I wanted to eat some shwarma (roasted, almost shredded, spiced meat wrapped in Arabic bread along with chips/fries/whatever you call it and possibly some pickles or onions and whatever you feel like putting in there). He laughs, and I told him we should both go back.
He goes, “Oh, I’m going back there either after Christmas this year. Or the Christmas after that,” with a sad smiley after the second sentence (because he wants to go back sooner than later). Lucky boy! What I wouldn’t do to get back…
Reminds me of that time my dad asked over the dinner table if we wanted to go back home. My younger sister goes, “Ha! The Philippines? I’d visit, but I wouldn’t live there,” and I nodded in agreement. My dad then says, “No, I meant Abu Dhabi; who wants to go back?” My sisters and I all raised our hands, all grinning, going, “Me! Me! Me!”
We might as well say, “Ana! Ana! Ana!” like little Majd.
The Fetal Diaries #40: What’s your sleeping position?
Kuya Brice and I were talking on MSN and he asked what position I sleep in and I said, on my side, on my right, usually. Then he showed me this pic:
Guys, how ironic issit that my sleeping position is the Foetus? Haha, I love this.
Anyways, apparently, your sleeping position gives a clue of what kinda person you’re like. For the full article, go to: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/3112170.stm
Here’s mine:
The Foetus: Those who curl up in the foetus position are described as tough on the outside but sensitive at heart. They may be shy when they first meet somebody, but soon relax.
And that, too, is accurate, I suppose.. Tell me if you guys’ are accurate, hey? I’ll keep it short! Pce.
The Fetal Diaries #39: Too much of something is bad.
Those that know me, even just a little, will know that my cellphone is something I treasure. Not being materialistic or anything, but it really is essential to me being myself… If that makes sense. It’s just that it’s the greatest way to keep in touch with people important to me, especially those that are far away.
Now the problem about my attachment to my cp/mobile/handy/whatever is that I tend to then text/sms/whatever friends a lot. Like, A LOT. And most of the friends I message, they’re all in other cities/countries. It’s kinda sad. It’s my own money I use, since my parents have given up on trying to pay for that. They get frustrated, because I get the prepaid credit/min/load/whatever so when I use it up, I’d run to my parents, whining about how I can’t call or message anyone. Then they have to run to the store, get me some more… Then I use it up again. They thought about getting me a plan. But they figured if they got me one, they’d be paying even more, because then, I know I don’t have to save credit for emergencies or whatever and that would just result in me texting my parents’ bank accounts away. So, the minute I got my very first job (which was last summer), I had to pay for all my expenses. And that meant my cellphone expenses, clothes, and other random stuff I don’t really need.
As some of you know, I quit my bakery job about a month ago, before leaving for California. That was smart, in a way, because then I don’t have to deal with the racist issues present around me AND my ankle can finally, hopefully, completely heal, because ever since that soccer injury in gym class a couple of months ago, my ankle never really recovered and the bakery job never helped. It pops every now and then, and that sucks. This was also a stupid move, in a way, because then that stopped the cash flow. And like I said, I quit before leaving for Cali so after I got back from my trip, I have used up most of the remaning money AND owed my parents some. That then brings us to me not having money for txting.
That was very frustrating for me…
…But it has also helped me put a hold on my spending.
So anyways, I get back to McCrap, and attempted getting a job at this coffee place, because a friend I made last summer came back, and he’d asked me to work with him for the month that he’s here. However, I now realise that maybe, just maybe, putting ‘racism and discrimination’ as a reason for quitting my previous job in the job application was not the way to go, and I didn’t get a call back. Which wasn’t really a big deal. This is Fort McMurray, and they are always, and I mean ALWAYS, desperate for employees. The problem is, most jobs are downtown. I still don’t have a license (and I really think I should get that done, and many other people in Canada will give a nod when I say SHOULD) so my dad has to drive me.. Because transit in McCrap sucks (see http://www.tckid.com/group/and-i-thought-oh-my-god-this-is-how-im-gonna-die/).
Anyways, this woman that my sister works with (she works at the same store I had my bakery job at, only at a totally different department) told my mom that they’re opening some spots at her dept., and that I should apply. At first I refused, because there is no freakin’ way I’m going back to that store. Then I figured, hey, it’s a different dept., AND it’s an easy job. So I got the job, and been working there a bit over a week now.
… and I’m back to my usual cellphone credit spending habit.
I need help, haha.
The Fetal Diaries #38: First, Atlantis, now, New Zealand.
So I was on Facebook, looking at all the pics I tagged today (I have been tagging and putting captions on the crazy amounts of pics I took during my trip to Cali in small bunches, so I won’t get too bored) and was, at the same time, talking to Jerry on MSN. Anyways, I came across a certain pic of myself standing infront of the Universal Studios globe.
I looked at it for a bit, then moved on to the next one, thinking, there’s something wrong with that pic… So I went back to it, and stared at it for another minute or so. What I found was on of the most hilarious things I’ve seen in my life. Like I said, I was talking to Jerry (and for those who dunno who Jer is, he lives in NZ). I then ask him, after calming down (and this is a direct quote off of the MSN convo), “And issit just me, or is there no NZ on this globe?” then I linked him this pic:
I mean, that’s just sad… No New Zealand on that globe indeed. I’m not sure if it’s just being covered up by that guy there, but I’m pretty sure it’s not there.. Jerry thinks it’s phenomenal. Calls it “the world-minus-NZ pic” and he says that it seems like NZ, like many of the species it used to contain, is now extinct. I think I shall call it that too. I won’t be surprised if I don’t find the Philippines either hahaha. So, er, what do you guys think?
Nodame Cantabile: TCK-y Japanese Drama. Recommended!
I’ve posted a blog about this show before, but Brice and I have been talking about it, and I decided to post some links to the videos here and now. It’s a really interesting story, I have to say. Here’s the link about my previous post on the show: http://www.tckid.com/group/the-fetal-diaries-33-re-there%e2%80%99s-a-tv-show-about-a-tck/
Brice is watching it at the moment… Haha. Oh, good orchestrated music too. Classics, like Beethoven.. And at the same time, the show’s really funny, but there are some… more dramatic, sad breaks too, so it’s very realistic. And the TCK story behind is a plus too. Here’s the link to the first episode (it’s subbed, by the way) :
http://www.mysoju.com/nodame-cantabile/episode-1/part-1/
Also, here’s the link to the rest of the episodes. Start from the bottom up. (Or, well, if you saw the first vid, there’s a link to the next part below the vid… just so you know..)
http://www.mysoju.com/nodame-cantabile/
Brice says he’s loving it. Come on guys, watch it. LOL. Tell me when you have. Be glad to have someone to talk to about it. I give it 2 thumbs up, and I hope you guys will too.
The Fetal Diaries #37: Kristine goes on vacation.
I have started writing this blog 3 days ago, and then forgot about till now… looked at it again, and realised that it would be too long and too boring.. so I deleted the three paragraphs about Calgary, the only part that I’ve managed to write about, and re-wrote it again. Anyways..
Unless you’ve never read a Fetal Diary entry before, you should know that I went to the USA for the first time EVER for the summer vacations. Stopped over in Calgary for 2 days, before I left, and stayed there for another two once I got back.
Calgary:
Saw two friends that I haven’t seen in two years, Jose and Ashley. Really glad to see them again. Went to the first day of the Calgary Stampede. Lots of fun! Except maybe for the getting rained on horribly part. That was bad. And I didn’t get to see Keith, which was kinda sad..
Anaheim - Disneyland & LA:
AIR CANADA SUCKS. Yes, I said it. Air. Canada. Sucks. Here’s the story:
July 7th, 7 pm, we were supposed to leave Calgary for LA. Air Canada flight, blah blah blah. Anyways.. we were delayed for like half an hour cause the crew was late. Then we were put in the plane, but were stuck there for an hour. Stuck, plus left in the heat. Like, not even kidding, HEAT. It was soooo hot in there. Cabin problems. Dunno why they let us in right away. So anyways, an hour later, the temperature goes to normal, and with most passengers very unhappy, we take off. Hour into the flight we turn around. TURN THE EFF AROUND. I’m not kidding you guys. They then say that they had to go back because of ‘cabin pressure issues’ and twenty mins later, we’re back in Calgary, approx. around 10 pm. We were then informed that we’d have a flight tomorrow at 9 am, and we’ll be at the hotel near the airport for free etc. So next day, we get to the airport again, and find out that the flight was delayed again. AGAIN. No lying. Delayed for another hour. I started to wonder if I’ll ever even set foot on LA.
Oh, and did I mention I lost my wallet (which had $100USD + health card + bank card + pics and some priceless pack rat possesions like cinema tickets).. Yeah I hated life that day. Really did.
Anyways, yeah, we did get there, eventually… And now, I hate Air Canada. I’m sorry, but I do. But anyways, lots of fun at Disneyland. LA was great for shopping. Got new shoes. LACOSTE SNEAKERS. And I got it at a good price. And other stuff. I love it. Little Tokyo @ Downtown LA = good food, I have to say. Except LA’s too smoggy. For the first time in my 16 and half years of life, I actually got actual pimples. That bad. I do not like that. Universal Studios was cool though. Okay, I’m biased. I love the movie Tokyo Drift (Fast and Furious) and seeing it there was over the top exciting for me..
Seaworld:
Absolutely cool sea animals. I love the dolphins. Got some photos. Not great, but still. Haha. Loved em.
San Francisco + Daly City:
Stayed near the Bay. I loveeeeeee San Francisco. Like whoa! I love the food, I love the smell of the air - sooo fresh, I love the area, the shopping. I fell in love with the place. I’m not even a big fan of seafood. Then you get to San Fran and then suddenly, I can’t stop eating seafood. I love the Golden Gate Bridge, I love Fisherman’s Wharf, Pier 39, the cable cars. I really love it. Okay, I sound very hippie-ish. But it’s true, I love the place now. Someday, I will go back there, ahaha, just to have some clam chowder again. Oh, and I LOVEEEE the smell of the sourdough bread at that uber huge bakery. Yeah.
Met family at Daly City. Met one of my little second cousins. OMG, so angelic. So cute! So nice! Haha. But yeah, there wasn’t a lot of them there then. Busy busy people. Oh well. My uncle, who was there though, is apparently part of the US navy. Missile analyst. BEYOND COOL. Haha.
Tried McD’s just for the hell of it. Tasted the same (duh) and I was happy to know that some items in their food is considered cancerous in California. Yeap, I read a sign somewhere in the place. How pleasant.
Oh yeah, dad got me a new cam while in San Fran. Sony Alpha 200. Two zoom lenses included in kit + he got me a wide angle and macro. I love daddy. Still tryna figure it out though. Cause I’m more used to using the Canon Rebels which dad tried to get for me but the store guy was pushy about the Sony Alpha. Oh well.
Anyways, I’ll keep it short. Final thoughts though, California isn’t bad. I love San Fran, I wish I met more family, I want more clam chowder, I wanna go shopping, I wish I didn’t lose my wallet, and I don’t like Air Canada anymore.
Okay pc’n!
Kristine aka Fetus.
The Fetal Diaries #36: I’m outta here.
Somehow, my own title makes me think I’m moving permanently out of McCrap or something. If only that were the case..
Anyways.. I’m out of here, at least for about two weeks, so I’m gonna go Houdini’s vanishing act on you guys for a bit. I’ll be back though, don’t worry. So those crying about how they’ll miss me already, here’s a box of tissues (and those that aren’t, I give you permission to slap me for being so cocky).
I guess this is just a bye-bye-for-a-bit post. I don’t wanna just yenno, disappear from my duties here on tckid without saying a proper goodbye. As if I haven’t done so already in my past probably.. 10 posts. Just constantly blabbing about Calgary and California. Oh and also, for those who have me on facebook/MSN, the countdowns, yeah? And the MSN window popping in your screen from me, going ‘OMG, — DAYS AND I’M OUT!’
You can ask the ones that talk to me most/I talk to most about how annoying I’ve been.
I apologize.
Now that I think of it, I’m also writing this to pass time. I woke up at 1 am, and it’s now past 4 am. Couldn’t sleep. Maybe I’m just excited about going to Calgary? Or maybe it’s cause I’m being bombarded with SMS from people who love me and so I can’t resist not replying because I love them just that much? Whatever the reason is, I’m up.
Also, I hate keeping the cell on standby. (I mean when the lights on the screen are off.) There’s one of 3 homephones in my room, and the charger base has this light on it, that when my cell’s lights are off, I see the little LED light reflect off the screen and it BUGS THE CRAP out of me.
But I digress.
Actually, no, I think this post has no point anyways, so there’s really *nothing* to digress from. All I’m saying is, I’ll miss the crazy (and well written) posts here on tckid, even if it’s just for 2 weeks. I mean, c’mon. Brice’s comment about making a book on Obama (see ‘Dear Uncle, who’s cooler?’ comments) killed me. I literally, was dying of suppressed laughter. Suppressed, because in case you’ve forgotten, it’s *very* early in the morning and people are sleeping.
Oh look, it’s only 4 43 am and the sun’s up. It’s brighter out now than it would be at 10 am during winter time. Make that 12 pm. Welcome to Canada. Now all my chances of sleeping before my parents ‘wake Kristine up’ are dead. And I’m screwed for the roadtrip. Now ima be so dizzy during the 8-hour drive for lack of sleep. Oh well.
I’ll stop ranting here. Have a great time whatever you guys and girls are doing. Update later! Maybe even pics. Pc’n! 
Kristine aka Fetus.
The Fetal Diaries #35: On being stuck in Canada for too long.
I haven’t been out of Canada since I got here.
That means three years and three months of good ol’ Canadian living, eh?* and yes, I’m saying it the Canadian way.
[*There are many ways you can say eh. The Canadian way, or aka the annoying way. Somehow, Canadians can always find a place to put ‘eh’ in a sentence. The stereotype holds true, actually.
There’s the British way. Meaning the most common way of saying it. I don’t think I need to explain. And there’s the Asian way. Which sounds more like ‘heh’ than ‘eh’. Or maybe it’s ‘ehh’ I’m thinking about..]
That, in itself is a huge problem. Although Canada boasts of its multicultural background, it lacks that strong iconic culture say, the French might have (that, for no apparent reason, popped out first). In other words, Canada cannot entertain a person like me. I’ve been to some places where culture is very strong and defined, like the UAE. Sure, the expat population there very easily outnumbers the local population, but even so, the authentic arab life is there, if you knew where to look (I recommend Al Ain, somewhere in the desert. Good place to start a bonfire with some crazy arabs and dance around. Arabs know how to get a party started, in their way, of course). The Philippines, although has a long history of invasions from multiple foreign countries, has a very defined culture. Although it is a very diverse culture, it’s there, and people know it. What filipino does not know what Baguio is? I rest my case.
Anyways.. Being a TCK, I know what a defined culture is. Take Thailand and the amazing Golden and Reclining Buddhas (and Pad Thai). Canada does not have that. What’s authentic Canadian food? Poutine, I guess.. But not a lot of people know it even came from Canada. But it’s just fries.. With gravy and cheese. Compared to a Korean kimchi or Japanese sushi, a Canadian poutine hardly seems distinct enough.
Now I’m not saying Canada is horrible. But like I’ve said in numerous previous posts, it’s just too.. Plain. If maybe there were more Aboriginal influence, then maybe Canada would be more exciting. Well there’s the Calgary Stampede.. But fairs are just fairs.. And rodeo eventually gets boring. Besides, rodeo itself isn’t very Canadian either. See what I mean?
Now that is driving me crazy. It’s so Canadian, yet it’s not. I’m not sure it’s making sense to you right now, but it does to me. Somehow, Canadian culture fails to get to me and amaze me. There’s something horribly missing. I’m really not kidding.
So yeah, poor Foetus is stuck in here, but not for long. In just 8 days, I’m out of here. Temporarily, and it’s just the US. But it’s something. Anything that gets me out of Canada. And besides, Little Tokyo and Filipinotown in California should get me some of my embarrassing asian-ness back (some may argue I’m already too embarrassingly asian, but friends, you haven’t seen nothing yet). And maybe shopping will get me my sanity back. Just maybe.
Really, I’m stoked. This is my first time into the US. To many TCKs, the US is, well, just the US. But hey, I’ve never been there. This only adds to my list of countries and cities visited. The US would be.. My 7th country to set foot on.
My dad says I’m lucky, compared to many kids out there (I know he specifically means my cousins). I know I am. Compare me to my cousins and you’ll hardly figure out how we’re related. We’re so different. While they’re either too Filipino or too Canadian. I’m neither. So maybe I’m the human Canada? Just like how Canada is a country, but a country that lacks a distinct culture, I’m a human being, but I lack that feeling of patriotism towards one (and only one) country. *Gasp* I am a human Canada!
So I just realized I’m a human Canada. Maybe all TCKs are. That’s… Sad. See how Canada affects my brain and trail of thoughts? I really need Mickey Mouse’s help on my road to recovery. Let’s hope by the end of this summer, I’ll be myself again.
Alright. Tired of txting. I’m outta here. Night (or morning). Rant over. Pc’n.
Kristine aka Fetus.
The Fetal Diaries #34: Behind Canada’s Mask
I have been thinking about writing about this subject for a while now, but was never sure if I should. I wasn’t even sure how to relate it to tckid.com. Unsure, until I read jackrabbit’s posts on Native Reservations. This, then, gave me a reason to write about why places so unexpected of Canada exists, just as jackrabbit had described it. Maybe it doesn’t relate to TCKs, but the subject itself tells us a story of cultures clashing, and teaches us a lesson.
I am only an immigrant to Canada. I never looked at it as a home, or anything remotely close. The reality is that the majority of the Canadian population today is made up of immigrants, or descendants of immigrants. Who are the real pioneers of this vast land, anyways? The First Nations, my friends, are the pioneers of Canada and most of the United States. But where are they now? For some reason, the rest of the world barely even know anything about them. Even I didn’t know anything about them, besides the fact that the Disney movie, Pocahontas, was based on their culture and peoples. Nothing, until I moved to Canada. So, what happened? Residential schools happened, Canada’s own version of a cultural genocide.
In 1884, the Indian Act was amended to make attendance in Residential schools compulsory for status Indians under the age of 16 until they reached 18 years of age. By 1920, another amendment to the Indian Act made it mandatory for parents to send their children to these schools. They were government-funded and were run by the church, and were located in every province in Canada, except Newfoundland, New Brunswick and Prince Edward Island. One hundred thirty of such schools existed between 1884 to 1996.
When I said compulsory, I meant it. Those that refused to attend were forcibly removed from their homes. Most children didn’t see family - not even their siblings who were usually in the same school - for up to 10 months at a time. They were prohibited to speak their own language, play games they learned from home and were punished in unimaginable ways possible. Physical, sexual, and emotional abuse were not rare. Deaths weren’t even uncommon.
Residential schools started because of the colonial peoples of Canada viewed the First Nation’s culture ‘uncivilized’ and so decided to assimilate these people into doing things the ‘normal way’. They thought that the best way to do this is start young through educating these First Nations children. Here’s a direct quote made by Duncan Campbell, Deputy Superintendent of Indian Affairs from 1913 to 1932, quoted in J. Leslie and R. Maguire, eds., The Historical Development of the Indian Act, 2nd ed. (Ottawa Treaties and Historical Research Centre, Indian Affairs and Northern Development, 1978), p.115:
“I want to get rid of the Indian problem. Our objective is to continue until there is not a single Indian in Canada that has not been absorbed into the body politic and there is no Indian question. Education is int he forefront of their requirements now.”
There was even a documentary we had to watch in my Social Studies class. This 70 something year old First Nations woman talked about how a girl that sat beside her died. She couldn’t even do anything - she was too scared. At this point of the documentary, I was horrified. I have heard similar stories of children being abused in schools all over the world, but in such large numbers, it was terrifying, to say the least.
Residential schools only started to close up around 1969, when the federal government started to take over the running of the schools. The first resedential school civil claims are filed on 1988. Many Canadians now believe that the Residential Schools are the cause for all the problems First Nations people have today. By problems, I mean alarmingly high suicide rates among the First Nations people, loss of culture and identity, alcohol and drug abuse, emotional problems such as feeling unloved or uncared for, and lack of positive role models. This is also the reason why places like Native Reservations, just as jackrabbit had described it, exist.
On June 11, 2008, the Canadian government made a public apology.
“Today, we recognize that this policy of assimilation was wrong, has caused great harm and has no place in our country,” says Harper. “The government of Canada sincerely apologizes and asks the forgiveness of the aboriginal peoples of this country for failing them so profoundly. We are sorry.”
- Stephen Harper, Canadian Prime Minister
The ending is bittersweet to most. Many have suffered already, and although there has been a sincere apology made, it’s already too late for others. However, some see it as an opportunity to start new.
At the start of my Social Studies class this year, I always wondered why this certain First Nations girl always spoke out against Residential Schools. I didn’t know anything about it, until we talked and learned about it in class. Now I know why. Cultures will always clash, but something like attempting a cultural genocide shouldn’t happen again. I’m not even directly linked to it, but somehow, it has taught me so many things, and touched my heart, and hopefully, it has done so for you too.
The Fetal Diaries #33: RE: There’s a TV show about a TCK!
This was originally supposed to be a comment on Maira’s post on the TCK TV show she found. I was reading it from my cell and decided to reply from my Nokia N95 (which still doesn’t have a name yet…) and eventually realised that I was blabbing non-stop, so I decided I might as well make a new post about this certain show I was blabbing about from my laptop.. Texting, my friends, is something I do a lot, and if you do it as much as I do, well, it’ll be like running on a treadmill for 15 mins, on max speed. Haha. But anyways, here it is.
Haha, I know about another TCK-y show! I think it’s a comedy.. all I remember is laughing at the frgn antics of the main character.. anyways. I mean, it’s not in English, but you can find it online. I thank God for subs, cause as fate would have it, I can’t speak Japanese that well. Although watching the show did help me a bit on my road to Japanese fluency.
So.. here’s a summary copied from the DramaWiki site… Yes, there’s a Wikipedia-like site for dramas.
Based on the hit comic book by Tomoko Ninomiya, this is a fun-filled quirky romantic story of two very opposite people.
Megumi Noda, or “Nodame” is a piano student at Momogaoka College of Music. An extremely talented pianist who wants to be a kindergarten teacher, she prefers playing by ear rather than reading the music score. She is messy and disorganized, takes baths several days apart and loves to eat, sometimes stealing her friend’s lunchbox when it is filled with delicacies.
Shinichi Chiaki, is Momogaoka’s top student. Born into a musical family, he is talented in piano and violin and has secret ambitions to become a conductor. An arrogant multi-lingual perfectionist who once lived abroad in the music capitals of the world as a young boy, he feels mired in Japan because of a childhood phobia.
They meet by accident. Nodame quickly falls in love, but it takes much longer for Chiaki to even begin to appreciate Nodame’s unusual qualities. Their relationship causes them both to develop and grow. Because of Nodame, Chiaki got the opportunity to lead a student orchestra and begins to have a broader appreciation of people’s musical abilities. Because of Chiaki, Nodame faces her fears and enters a piano competition. Opportunities open up as both begin taking risks, stretching themselves far more than they ever thought possible.
Anyways… Yeah, Sinichi Chiaki, in case you haven’t figured out yet, is the TCK. Think he grew up somewhere like Prague and Paris. Fluent in Japanese, English, French, and I *think* some German. He comes off a little arrogant, like most TCKs do at first, but being a TCK myself, I symphatized with him and hated on those who thought he was arrogant. I understood him, and all. Funny thing is, I really did symphatize with him, but never really realized he was a TCK until the 3rd last episode. Talk about slow. At first, I was ecstatic. But the ecstasy was soon washed out by the realization that my brain had been slower than a snail trying to crawl from Point A to Point B. Really, when I thought about how slow I’d been, something very similar to this like came to mind.
Seriously. Minus maybe the cat (I think it’s cat anyways) ears on the guy.. Yeah.
Anyways, I really did relate to him. Maybe he’s one of the reasons I kept on watching. I mean, the whole story was AMAZING. It’s different, and the acting - especially the main girl - was very quirky and fun to watch, but the TCK thing going along with it was even better. And Chiaki’s not the only TCK there. It’s JAM PACKED with our kind. Seriously.
*Slight spoiler*
Chiaki was the TCK of all TCKs there though. He comes of a bit arrogant, a little bit of an outsider, couldn’t relate well to the non-TCK kids, and felt more at home when he went back to Europe to study and compete in conducting competitions. Let’s just say he was more calm and nicer when he was in Europe. Even Nodame, the main girl, made a comment about this.
Made me look back to my more TCK-y days (I’m still TCK.. but I meant the whole experiencing a non-North American lifestyle thing). Like, when I’d eat peanuts cooked under hot desert sand (someone tell me they’ve tried this before - it is AMAZING!), roasted lamb with spices, biriyani, and shwarma, and when I’d chug down a whole jug of Almarai milk whilst reading the newest Gulf News. Yes, I would occasionally buy newspaper, only to check tennis results, crop out pics of our fave players etc. etc. I even get it from the actual delivery guy. The one that delivers the newspapers to the stores. Yeah, I got it from that guy. Cheaper, rather than getting it from the resident ‘Uncle’. Sorry, Uncle Dan, but there was already an uncle to the TCKs in my side of the UAE even back then. Thinking about it, every adult male that we see a lot that didn’t work for the school (like this certain man who worked at a small store) we called Uncle. And I mean every single one. And the women, we called… what else? Auntie.
I really do digress when I write.. but anyways, I recommend the show. Here’s the link.
http://www.mysoju.com/nodame-cantabile/
It’s supposed to be “Under Repair” at the moment, or at least episode 5 and 6.. But should be okay later on. Hope you guys like it! I sure did. And I think Miyon’s seen it.. and liked it. Yeapp. And oh, some of my TCK friends have seen it too. They like it. Haha. Anyways, okay, that’s all. ENJOY!
Pc’n, Kristine aka Fetus.
The Fetal Diaries #32: Why? How? Whaaa–?
Okay, so I’ve been in Canada for.. three years and three months. And I still haven’t figured out why Canadians do what they do. I’m not saying what they do is bad or anything. It’s just weird. But who am I to say what’s weird and what’s not? Hell, I grew up watching camels run in the desert approx. two km from the living room balcony.
But honestly, I don’t get why people here try sooo hard to tan. Yes, I am poking fun a little bit here, but come on. I’m talking about friends, and I do have a little bit of the right to laugh at them. Like, okay, some people can carry the whole tanned look, granted. But some, like this particular friend of mine, looked ridiculous. She’s one of those people that tan into an almost red-ish color, instead of going brown, then loses the color (thank God, she does) in just a few days.
I was looking through the Photos application thingee-majigger on Facebook, and when I saw the thumbnail of her album, and saw her, my first reaction was, “Why, how, whaaa–?! Whoa, what happened to her?!” followed by a faster than the speed of light click on the photo. What’s funny too is that it’s only her face that was tanned. And I’m almost sure that it’s not cover up foundation that made her look like that, but how the hell did she get her face tanned red like that, while the rest of her body was still, well, white. What, did she just decide to go out wearing a sweater and jeans and sat under the sun, exposing only her face? Probably, by the looks of it.
WHY?! Yeah, I still can’t get over it. She looked more human with her normal skin colour, and not almost tomato red-ish. I swear, it’s almost the color of tomatoes. Or like the color of my ever so amazing mouse (which you probably have never seen before, but it’s red).
Oh, and the whole ‘my province is better than yours’ thing. For example, I was talking to a friend who lives in British Columbia, and I am here in Alberta. Well, these two provinces are like, right next to each other on the map, and as my friend likes to put it, BC is so much better than Alberta. Okay, so BC does have the beaches, and all the (mostly) cultured asian kids like me, but Alberta has some nice things about it too. Like the Saddledome down in Calgary. Where else on earth can you find a building shaped like a saddle? Mhmm. And okay, BC has the beautiful cherry blossoms and good asian food, but Alberta has some nice… evergreens and flapjacks.
But nooo, this kid, he has to prove that his is better. How? By telling me that their provincial exams over there are done in grade 10, unlike Alberta, where us kids do it in grade 9. Again, “Why? How? Wha–?” I don’t even see how that could be better. Bite me.
Then there’s the “OMG where are you going this summer?” Here’s how it goes, for most kids here.
Girl 1: OMG where you going this summer?
Girl 2: OMG BC!
Girl 1: No way! Vancouver?
Girl 2: Yes! You?
Girl 1: Ontario!
Girl 2: Toronto?
Girl 1: HAHA, it’s like you read my mind!
That’s how it goes. Seriously. Well, at least for the overly perky kids. There are many other cliques in Canada, so take that example convo and remove the perkiness and add some words like “Shadow”, “Darkness”, and “Death”, and you got the emo version. Not that they talk about where they’re going anyways. For all I know, all they probably talk about is death…
Oh, and yeah, that, the whole “I’m my own person” thing. So these guys try so hard to be themselves that they end up being like a clone of everyone else. Gods, help me. Like when I first got here in Canada, it was the whole “Yo, I’m cool cause I listen to hip-hop” phase. Then just before I left for Fort McCrap, it was “OMG, my clothes are from TNA, how about yours? Oh, mine’s from Armani! Wow!” phase. Then I got to Fort Mc, and somehow, the world has turned emo (not that I wasn’t emo either, but I had a reason, I hated the place I just moved into). So there’s the “I wanna die” phase. Now, it’s like, “I’m a guy and I can wear skinny jeans like girls, and can’t be called gay” phase. I mean, okay, some guys look alright wearing skinny jeans, but some guys, I’d rather see them in skirts. Really.
I’ll probably never fully understand Canada and it’s people. It’s not a bad place, just very… plain to me. If that’s even the right word I’m looking for. Probably not.. But whatever. I’m gonna end it here and read more GaijinSmash stories that Uncle Dan got me addicted to.
Alright, pc’n!
Kristine aka fetus.
The Fetal Diaries #31: Naivety vs. Ignorance
Warning: Upsetting situations concerning racism.
I usually don’t like thinking of anyone as ignorant. I prefer to use the term naive, and that’s what i’d been thinking of my coworkers for the past year.
The place i work at, a bakery, has a very diverse group of people. There are a lot of filipina women (mainly ones that only work on weekends to pass time and make money on the side), a venezuelan, korean, mexican, sri lankan, indian, chinese, ethiopian and maybe 4 whites/canadians. Now, i liked the fact that i get to work in an environment like this. Being a TCK, i was more comfortable with more diverse groups of people. I thought that maybe if i worked there, i could get the chance to learn more about their cultures and such, which would be cool. What i didn’t know was that there was more to that.
Now, the white people (for lack of a better term, so pardon me if i offend anyone) that i mentioned earlier, all of them grew up in predominantly white towns. As a matter of fact, for one of them, moving into this town was her first big move, and the diversity of the place excited her. Her hometown barely had any other kinds of people… I, on the other hand, found this city barely diverse. Coming from calgary, i know how diverse really is. Anyways, she was excited. I first met her about a year ago and we got along alright. As time passed by, i started to notice her habit of making careless ‘jokes’ and comments about other races. Actually, 3 out of 4 of the white people did so. At first, i tried to ignore it; maybe it was a harmless joke and i shouldn’t bother myself, right? I mean, they did grow up in predominantly white towns.. Maybe the diversity of the place will grow on them. It’s only naivety, and they can’t help it. All i gotta do is temporarily ground myself into their situation and try to understand, until they learn. Well, it kept on and i resorted to trying to talk more about what i’ve experienced. Like explaining why this certain woman covered her face up… I thought it worked for a while.. Then i started to hear things from the filipinas about how those white girls have been telling the manager about how it upsets her when people in the bakery speak tagalog or some other language around them. Today, i heard about how one of them told the half-filipina, half-canadian baker about how it should just all be white people working in the bakery, not ‘brown people’.. It *really* upset us. It upset me. I thought of these people as my friends, but apparently, they’ve been backstabbing me all along.
Then, at that very moment. I decided it wasn’t naivety. I’ve worked with these people for about a year now, and that crossed the line. It was ignorance. And an insult. It was rude.. I had tried my best to get along. Now i’m not saying all white people are like this. Definitely not. Only 3 out of 4 of these people have this racist streak about them.. But it still hurts to be in a situation like this. I never cared for race.. I didn’t know of racism until i moved to north america.. It’s difficult to deal with it. It’s like nazi germany again. The ’superior’ aryan nation. It disgusted me. I mean, only white people should be working in the bakery, and the ‘brown people’ be gone? What is this, a genocide? And this is said by a person that i thought cared for me. Maybe i was wrong in being too forgiving of their being racist.. I don’t know what i should do. I am tired of confrontation. It’s gone overboard..
The Fetal Diaries #30: it’s let’s-fix-up-the-roads-and-make-new-buildings season in Alberta. How about yours?
Well, as most of you (hopefully) already know, canada is the first place i’ve lived in that has all 4 seasons present during the year.
The Phils only had 2 seasons: rain and dry season. The UAE.. I’m not even sure. It just gets cooler in temp around the end-start of the year, but precipitation differences are barely noticeable. In canada, there’s spring, summer, fall, winter. And right now we’re at spring.
However, because canada (and more specifically, alberta) has snow for almost half a year, the snowless months are crucial. This is when people scramble to get construction projects done. They fix up roads, make new buildings, do landscaping (which i think is a bit of a waste of money since it’s gonna die out 3 months later anyways) and when the majority of the teenage canadian girl population go out in skimpy skirts and shirts to ‘get a tan’ when over half of them don’t even tan, but just burn, or turn horribly red. And so i call it.. That season. Yeah, i’m not gonna bother txting out the whole name, but it’s basically the title. Or maybe i should call it crap-tan season..
How about your side of the world? Do you have those ’special’ seasons? Aights pc’n! 
The Fetal Diaries #29: This post actually has something to do with teenager tck problems for once.
Well lets see.. Hopefully i don’t collapse into sleep while i txt this cause for once, i actually have a (i think) point in my blog.
You might already know that I, kristine, am a teenager. A tck teenager, blah blah blah.
Anyways.. I feel like i don’t have a life. Like, all i do is go to school, work.. Not enough time for myself. And being a tck, i have friends all over the world and i’m the kind of person that keep friendships going and all and so when i *do* have time for myself, i’m on msn or whatever to catch up on news.
I mean, sure, i go out to party sometimes and stuff and people may argue that i’m just being a whiner but i feel like when i’m out, i leave just when the fun’s about to start. Honestly. Like, when we had a sleepover with our jap exchange student friends, i had to sleep early and leave early cause of work. Then today, party, but had to leave early cause of work. And afterschool i’ve to go home early cause.. I’ve school the next day. It sucks. Then my mom complains about what i do when i get home cause i spend *that* time to talk to people over in sweden or the uae or something. And i’m losing sleep too. I feel like i have a bad case of jet lag. I’m always up till at least midnight before i can actually go to sleep.. Cause i’m always on my cell msn chatting with people in the other side of the world. It’s so hard to balance. But if i quit my job, what money will i use to get out of the country? It’s really my choice to work.. I just wish i had more time. I don’t care about getting exhausted or something. I always am anyways. I just miss going home at 1 am after countless hours of karaoke, food and laughter. Dammit.
I tried making myself feel better by talking to friends in calgary and getting ourselves excited by talking about what to do cause we’re going to the [drum roll] STAMPEDE!
Iunno, i guess i’ve just been having a hard time balancing keeping in touch with people, work, school and problems. I think you can tell, if you’ve been reading my previous blogs.. Lately, all i’ve been on is this slowly moving downward spiral. It sounds emo but it’s true. Maybe when summer comes, i’ll be better. Then maybe i’ll start looking for a new job that’s easier and better for me.. Okay, rant over (and i know that ended up just like my other blogs when my intention wasn’t that.. Oh well) pc’n!
The Fetal Diaries #28: I don’t know what I want.
Warning: Overloaded with ranting and multiple supposed-to-be-rhetorical questions designed to let kristine feel somewhat better, although if you can stand the excessive crap, and pick out the cries for help, please do answer the questions.
Wow, i’m in bed and i couldn’t sleep. Anyways, you know how when you’re a multitasker, and when you wanna forget about something, you can’t. Cause even if you try to distract your brain with homework, your brain does the velocity and acceleration problems AND thinks about the thing you wanna forget. And if you tried watching tv, you can’t help but relate to it and therefore, your mind wanders off into that situation you wanna forget about. And when you try to go on msn, the person you wanna forget about for that time is online and you just can’t bring yourself to block him or her. And when you decide to play around with your cell, you either end up tiring yourself out txting something like this on tckid for the next 10 mins or so, or you end up txting people and bugging them in the middle of the night because you feel helpless. And then you try listening to music, put it on shuffle, but somehow, always ends up with songs that you don’t wanna hear cause it reminds you of your problems. Yes, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, kristine is an uber HUGE wreck right now. The one txting this has a scorching hot thinking engine. Kristine is in a coma somewhere, i reckon. Cause her brain seems to be kinda.. Dysfunctional. Somehow, even after i get all the material things teenagers want, i’m still so unsatisfied. I still.. want something more than a frgn hollister skinny jean that fits me like a glove, more than a new cell, more than the compliments.. Maybe i’m so used to all that that i miss the one thing i don’t get. That one thing that’s been bugging me for ages, causing me to go on that downward spiral AGAIN for the second time this month alone. I mean, seriously, why am i down that road again? Why aerosmith? (i’m listening to some old school songs, like i don’t wanna miss a thing). And issit just me, or does my cell refuse to show what i’m typing? Am i typing too fast? Oh there, it’s working well now. Anyways, gods, i’m such an idiot. Why am i going in this direction again? Why am i looking for something more than free slurpees from friends? Why am i being so picky? Why am i wishing for this friend to suddenly get me out of here, and bring me to calgary and relive that disastrous-turned-amazing day that last spring break? That one day, that somehow became one of the most touching and unforgettable days i’ve ever experienced while in calgary? And during a visit too, and not during the time i lived there. Why does this one person have to make me think this way, feel this way? Why am i acting so stupid when i know i can’t do anything about it? Ugh, it sucks. I mean, my whole life, i’ve had everything. From amazing residences, to vacations to the other side of the world. Compared to other kids, that would take their whole lives to get, and they have to work for it, while i, at 16, had all that even before this age, without even having to ask. Maybe i’m just so used to getting the material things that i’m looking for something deeper and once i got the taste of it one spring day, i couldn’t forget about it.
I feel like crap.
Does anyone know how to get selective amnesia?
Dammit. I hate this. And i think ima collapse into sleep.
Rant over. Pc’n.
The Fetal Diaries #27: blab.
This is when i realised numbering my blog entries was a bad idea.. Haha. I *think* i’m on 27. Ah well, if i were wrong, i can edit it later on.. If my cell doesn’t disconnect me (yes, i am txting this whole blog).
*sneeze sneeze*
Woo! Spring.. The season when i get my sneezing fits and hayfever. As a matter of fact, instead of being in school, i’m lying in bed, sneezing every 5 minutes. No need to feel sorry for me, i already feel enough sympathy from myself alone, haha. Oh, and it’s a really gray day, rain and winds. Been like this for three days.. I think that’s about the same time i started to get really sick.
Ooh, ‘AC/DC - Highway to Hell’ is playing whilst i txt this out. This song makes me wanna be a rockstar.. HAHA.
Anyways..
Update:
- dunno if i mentioned this already, but i know i’ve told quite a few people from tckid that i have on msn, i busted my right ankle about a month ago. It’s just a sprain, but it still hurts every now and then, and i can’t do anything in gym unless i wear an ankle brace, which KILLS cause it’s f’n tight.
- i went into this whole downward spiral for about a month, skipped some classes for like, WEEKS and my parents found out and for about a week, we had multiple rows and arguments. I have so so many reasons why i did that, of course, but parents fail to see it my way (like always) and i’m back to being the good kristine again because dad threatened to send me back to the philippines to study, something i absolutely dread.
- i’ve been sick for DAYS. Only today, it’s really bad that i’m forced to stay home. I think i’ve complained a lot, mostly to the uncle dan and kuya brice, but that, obviously, doesn’t help much.
- just 43 days and i’m off to california! After 3 LONG years of canada, i’m gonna be out of the country again. Which amuses me, because cali is uber warm, and i LOVE heat (hello, mid east oil brat here, haha) and i’m excited about disneyland. I think my family was arguing about who my fave disney character was during dinner a few nights ago cause i was upstairs sleeping that time and they didn’t bother waking me up, and i ended up with cold barbequed chicken.. But anyways, my older sister answered - the sister that brice could never get along with because she calls him grandpa - right. Btw, it’s cinderella (and i can’t believe cinderella isn’t in the t9 function on my cell!!)
- the house we live in right now is our first owned home since we let the phils (we have some properties down there, and in the mid east, we lived in company compounds and in calgary, we were gonna get a house, but somehow, we ended up in this small city i like to call mccrap) and the basement, when we got the house, was undeveloped, so now that all the snow’s gone, dad took on fixing it up down there this spring and summer. If he lets my little sister paint her future room down there pink, he better let me paint my current room red cause (i swear) that mint green colour brings me to sleep, and hence, couldn’t do all the artistic crap i wanna do. But yeah, the wood and drywall came yesterday. And the delivery guys left it outside, and now it’s raining out and my parents were forced to carry them all in, and the drywall, they’re not exactly light, and i think that they should call it wetwall now.
- my hair has grown down to my shoulders and i’m DYING to get a new cut but i’m trying to hold myself back cause i wanna grow it longer till i can actually do something new. Cause it’s still too short to make a huge change.
Okay, i’m done blabbing. Pc’n
The Fetal Diaries #26: congrats tckid!
Woo! Congrats to kuya brice! 1001 members. I remember when we didn’t even have that member count yet. And the contests, the lolcat welcomes, the chatroom conversations. Ah, the good times. Think i joined a month after this started? Cause i remember i was in the facebook group and them brice started tckid, and i tried so so so hard to resist.. But obviously, didn’t work.. Think this is the longest i’ve kept a blog for.. I mean, i barely ever do.. But yenno what i mean haha. 6 months of tckid. Crazy. Well i’ll end it here. Pc’n.
The Fetal Diaries #25: Sixteen years.
For a sixteen year old, I think I’m pretty lucky, despite the occasional crap treatment I get from certain people in my life.. I was just pondering things over, looking at friends’ Facebook pics, laughing at my tan back then, listening to old songs that give me that feeling of nostalgia. Okay, so as some of you already know, I have been moping around in my room for probably about 24 hours now because of family issues, leaving only to eat and for the washroom, showers, etc. But I have been on my bed for the majority of the day. Now, if you didn’t already know, doing so gives you a lot of time to think. I’ve tried reading the rest of ‘The Pillars of the Earth’ by Ken Follett and I’ve finally finished reading all 973 pages (after reading on and off for about a month..) and I’ve texted a couple of people (and for some reason, I can’t seem to send messages to Neha’s new number in Rome) and listened to music non-stop until my cellphone finally died - it’s now recharging. I only sneaked into my sister’s room when nobody was there, and stole the laptop because I was overly bored and my brain was thinking waaaaay too much about the past. Then I wander off into tckid, and here I am rambling… Anyways, back to topic.
As I was saying, during the 24 hours I was in my room, acting all hermit-y, a lot of thoughts came to me. First: I am one lucky kid. Like, some kids here in Canada that I know don’t even have passports, and don’t know the use for them. Right before that, I always thought that everyone needed passports. Of course, in the back of my head, I knew it wasn’t mandatory.. but still, I always felt that a passport was an essential part of life. What would I do without it? I now think about my very first passport picture.. my gag reflex is kicking in. And visas. I mean, sure it’s just some weird thing stamped (or glued or whatever) onto a page in your passport, but having a new visa on my green Philippines passport - visit, or residence, etc. - makes me feel very happy. I have no idea why. I really do like looking at all of them though, especially the UAE residence one.. I laugh when I try to read my name written in arabic. My last name, instead of Vasquez, is turned into Faskeez (Arabic doesn’t have V in the alphabet). Yes, I can read arabic quite well.. Yes, yes. I now pat myself in the back.
Now, second thing my mind wandered off to: the experiences I’ve had at a young age. When I was in the Philippines, I went to a private school, so there were some kids that would occasionally travel out of the country, and there would be the rare foreigners going to my school, usually the halfers. Then I was sent off to the UAE, pushed into an international school, taught French, Arabic, and of course, English (although I have been speaking English since I can’t remember). My vacations could be at some nearby city, like most kids in Canada do, but my parents usually shipped me off the places like Singapore, and Malaysia and Thailand. I mean, a lot of my friends growing up spent Christmas and summer vacations outside the country, and so did I. I was raised thinking travelling, being immersed into a totally different culture all the time, was normal. I thought seeing camels from the balcony was normal. I thought learning 3 languages in a school was normal. Apparently not, I realised, after I moved to Calgary, Canada. There were some kids that were as well travelled as I was, but the huge majority wasn’t. The farthest most of them have gone to was the province next to Alberta, or to the US or Mexico if they were lucky enough. Then, moving into Fort McMurray, a small city north of Calgary, and you hear about kids without passports. If my dad had sent me off here before Calgary, I would’ve fainted. I know I sound stupid and ignorant and everything, but that is the reality, haha.
As I laugh at my ignorance, I now move to the third thought I had today: I have so many issues. Honestly, I do. Like, commitment issues.. friendship.. family.. school. Lots and lots of them. I’m not heartless, or stupid, or mean, but I can’t seem to forgive people easily, especially recently. It’s like, the smallest things, I argue about, and end up not talking to people for that stupid argument. Especially with my family. Blah, I’m too proud, I sometimes think.. And yes, that’s the reason why I’m not leaving my room. And I can’t set my mind on one thing. I try to focus on school, but I can’t. I can’t even get myself to do that gym project (sposed to have been handed in a week ago) that will affect my final mark GREATLY. Yeah, I can’t even do that. And, iunno if it’s just me being a teenager, but nothing makes me feel better than rebelling. Like, skipping classes, and other stupid stuff. And I know they’re stupid things, but I cannot get ahold of myself. I have to do something against the rules at least once a week. Maybe I have some disorder.. aie.
GAAAH, WHY AM I THINKING SO MUCH?!
And why do I feel bad about what I do?! Aish, I’m really moody today, I’m sorry.
Yes, this is what goes on in my foetus brain. It’s quite random, I know. It’s like this everyday, every hour I’m conscious.. it never stops, and it bugs me. I have so many things in my brain, and they come and go, and by the end of the day, I’d be exhausted mentally that I come to the point when I ramble about things, like I’m doing now. But anyways, I’m tired, and my sister just barged in to tell me to eat. Of course, I pretended to ignore her, but now my stomach is yelling at me, reprimanding me for not feeding it now. Pizza doesn’t seem to satisfy anymore. That’s just sad…. well rant over.
Love, Kristine aka fetus.
The Fetal Diaries #24: Calgary.
Oh wow, I haven’t blogged in so long. Haha, I don’t even wanna blog anymore, but I’m doing this for Priyanka because I love her. But anyways, I’m in Calgary, it’s the third day I think.. I’m not even sure anymore.. I’m just like, hazy brained right now, always so busy.. And the few days before temporarily leaving McCrap, I was a little tipsy and hungover. But Kuya Brice, I’m not doing that ever again. At least, not too soon. LOL.
Then, yenno, the 8+ hours drive to Calgary, stopping over at Edmonton.. doing a little shopping (something that I TRIED resisting but it is Edmonton we’re talking about here.. and considering I live in McCrap.. etc, etc.) I’m so tired. I’m not a Canadian citizen yet (but I will be maybe after summer or fall) and so we had to apply for a visit visa to the US for our California trip this summer. Anyways, the US embassy was BORING and I dunno why it smelled really bad in there. It just did and half the time, I was gagging my guts out. Ew. I don’t ever wanna go back there. EVER.
Then I went downtown; I took the CTrain, and I’m surprised I still remember the order of the stations, where to go and stuff. It’s been a year since I was last here, and that was also a visit. It’s been almost two years since I moved away from this amazing city. I think I got my navigating skills from my dad. We call it our built-in GPS. Haha. But, really, it’s been two years. Blah. Time flies by too fast, I think.
Anyways, I’m seeing some friends that I haven’t seen since I left. It sucks though, cause my guy bestfriend can’t make it cause it’s his first day at work. Blaaah. Hopefully, I see him this summer *if* I do stop by before we go to California. But yeah, like I said, I’m seeing other friends too, and I’m stoked! For sure, there will be a kajillion pics. For those that have me on facebook, yes, yes, I will probably get a few hundred pics in once I go back. I’m leaving in like, 3 hours. Hopefully, I find my friends’ high school. I’m pretty good with taking public transit, but there’s always that possibility I would get lost..
It’s insane though, I didn’t know I been gone for almost 2 years. It feels like 6 months to me, and it’s driving me up the wall. I’m wasting too much time at that shit hole I live in. I wanna move back here (Calgary). Or move to Vancouver with Corinth or something.
HOWEVER, I miss my 2 TCK girls at Fort McCrap. This one pic of us 3 together is currently my wallpaper on my N95 (still haven’t figured out a name for it) and whenever I look at it, I remember our (almost) daily hanging out for lunch and 3rd block. Coffee with large doses of laughter and stories, and reminiscing about the middle east. I don’t even know why I miss them. It’s only been 3 days! I guess it’s cause the people here are different from them. We’ve known each other for YEARS, and I barely have that anymore. Somehow, McCrap is a million times better with em in it. Too bad Corinth’s leaving in a few months..
Well, I will stop there, cause I might get depressed if I think about Corinth leaving again. Haha. Rant over.
Kristine x
The Fetal Diaries #23: She still exists?! And update.
So, to the guys that have been reading my blogs, or have been in touch with me, should know that I now have 2 of my fellow oil brat friends here with me now. Corinth is here till the summer and Camille’s staying for who knows how long.. Anyways, ever since Corinth moved here, she’s been.. well, not herself. I mean, all three of us went to the same school in the middle east, then all moved to Canada, all in HUGE cities (Corinth in Vancouver, Camille in Toronto, and I, Calgary).
Of course, you will get used to having a lot of fun, since huge cities usually give you things to do and places to go to. Then we all somehow ended up in the same shit hole somewhere in northern Alberta, where it never seems to stop snowing, and is VERY boring. Anyways, even since Corinth moved here, she’s been acting all weird. Like, she’d talk, and laugh, and make funny jokes, but she isn’t as crazy as she was back then as I remember her, or not as talkative as she was last summer when she came for a visit. Us three IS girls skipped 4th block today. Today though, she was exactly how she was when we were kids. Like, crazy, hyper, talkative, and she made all these stupid jokes that made me almost pee myself hahahaha. Dude, I thought I was dreaming, I was gaping half the time. I guess she just doesn’t know how to put her guard down yet. Well, I haven’t completely done so either at our school. These people would DIE if they knew what I, the asian chick, have done. HAHA.
Then again, I haven’t really done BAD, BAD stuff. Just… ones bad enough to send me to the principal’s office, but not the things to land me in jail. But I still can’t just let these people know. It’s just.. weird. Even me skipping KILLS their brain cells. Oh gawd, Asians are not THAT innocent -___-”
Anyways.. teenage TCK update. F.G. has a bisexual girlfriend, woo hoo. I am slowly moving on, and I am quite proud of myself :D My friends and I have been honked at 7 times in the past week by various guys, it’s kinda creepy. I shan’t be walking by myself from now on. My marks at school have been exceptional. I hope my parents would temporarily shut up about that. Also, my room has been clean for 3 days now. I’m quite proud of myself. HA! My mom has had nothing to nag about lately. Nothing that concerns me, anyway. My friend here, MJ, cried last Friday cause apparently, she started feeling out of place since my IS girls came. I thought it was quite offending although I didn’t really tell her that. Corinth thinks that maybe, if she tried to TALK with us, and not JUST ME, then maybe, she won’t feel so out of place. I can’t always be there to hold her hand and guide her; I’m not THAT nice 
I would, MAYBE, like to be that nice, but unfortunately, my years spent with arab kids have changed me from an angel to a little brat, thanks. Yeah, I dunno, it’s been kinda awkward since. Way to go. I fought with a friend at work. But we made up. Cause I said sorry. I thought it was an immature grade 4 fight anyways. OMG my friends just said that Mike song (http://www.mtv.com/onair/dance_crew/images/flipbooks/cast/kaba_modern/mike_song/full-length.jpg) is a faggot. So I talked back and said he’s the faggot I am so nice eh? LOL. Naah, my friend knows I love him. But I love Mike Song more. Cause he can dance. LOL. I wish people here knew how to dance as well as them guys in Kaba Modern..
Okay, I’m done here. Rant is OVER
Love, Kristine aka fetus.
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