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Do I have a color of my own?

I am the Chameleon
And the ladybug is whichever maistream
I fool them around by changing my outside color
Letting them think I am one of them
They force me to change my outside color
Otherwise they wouldn’t consider me as one of them

The difference between the West and the East is this:
Easterners see my outside color and think I am one of them
Westerners see my shape and still see me as a foreigner

What about other chameleons, which I have met so many in my lifetime?
Well, we all decide to change into different colors
So, I am not like them
Either

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Author: Zoe Chen

This forum is taken from:

http://www.wretch.cc/blog/tck4ever

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Broken Mirrow, Broken Me

POEM #1: Never Been

As a Foreigner, you always have your privileges.
As a Hidden Immigrant, you also have your rights.
As an Adopted, you’d have to show it to the world.
As a Mirrow, what are their challenges?
I have no idea since I have virtually never been.

POEM #2: Broken Mirrow, Broken Me

The mirrow broke
When I was three
Through the broken mirrow
I see a broken me

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Author: Zoe Chen
Note: “Mirrow” is the term used in the TCKid Book to describe those who both look and think alike as the local people of the certain place they are in.

More great TCKish Poems here!!~~

http://www.wretch.cc/blog/tck4ever&category_id=13634301

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U.S. for me is…

It’s the land where I have no label

The document (will) says that I am an International student

But i don’t feel like one

Real FOBS categorize me or mistaken me as American

Real Americans and white-washed minorities

see me as foreigner or someone who acts very Asian

I don’t know who I am in U.S., except the fact that I refuse to

be white-wash or FOB

It’s the land where my family and American friends want

me to settle down, but I have no clue

It’s the land where it makes me feel trapped, yet free at the same time

It’s the land where everybody screams out “American Dream”,

but only I see it as “Temporary American Dream”

(I believe that you can achieve your dream anywhere in the world)

It’s the land where I don’t see as the “Land of the Free” because

I already tasted it my whole life (and I appreciate having

freedom through learning about history of democracy

in South Korea, not by coming to U.S.)

It’s the land where my friends want to stay in

comfort zone of California forever

It’s the land where Americans are so proud of their country

that where I have to be extra careful to criticize the country

It’s the land where I’m trapped between Korean-American community

and mainstream American community

It’s the land where minorities come, while some still cling to their own

culture and don’t even try to adopt some of American culture

It’s the land where I got scrutinized by some white-washed Asians

for acting way too Asian

It’s the land where the longer I stay, the more

I get confused about where I stand in this country

It’s the land of paradox for me

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Reminiscence about my passport country, South Korea

A land where all of my family members were born

A land where my ancestors lived for thousands of years

A land where my friends (still in Korea) want me to return, but my

family don’t want to

A land where I struggle to return or not the most

A land where I feel like a home, but also like a tourist at the same time

A land of people who scream out “homogenous race

A land where youngers are expected to obey to elders all the time

A land of diversity in religion, even more than U.S.

A land where my maternal grandmother settled to escape

from Korean War

A land where my grandfather and his brother fought for

during Korean War

A land where I dreamed to escape during 2000-2002 because of

crappy education system

A land where my classmates thought me and my junior high friends are weird

for hanging out in groups because we were in different

grade levels

A land where some men will look me down just because I have

studied abroad for many years (<-I didn’t experienced it, but

heard it from Korean forums once a while)

A land where it has awesome public transportation that makes

me feel like U.S. is so backwards (at least, in Seoul)

A land where I feel free to speak Korean and act Korean, but

also the place where I don’t feel free to talk about

TCKness, such as stories about my friends in U.S.

A land that makes me feel awkward for dressing in American

way, even though people (in Seoul) don’t care

A land where it gives me a feeling of pride but also big

disappointments

P.S.: Next series will be U.S. :)

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Reconnecting with the past in 10 years

Hi everyone! It’s been a long time since I wrote my last post on study abroad in Japan. I am currently back in the United States, living in Champaign, Illinois. I had an amazing time in Japan. The best moments were when I reconnected with the past and found my cross-cultural skills rise and shine. For now, I would like to focus on reconnecting with the past.

In 10 years’ time, I returned home in Japan! Isn’t that just wonderful?

I had three goals in mind when I decided to study abroad in Japan. 1) To visit childhood homes and schools 2) To obtain a work experience including internships and 3) To improve my Japanese language skills.

Thank God I accomplished all three goals but the most meaningful one was 1) Revisiting childhood home.

Before I left for Japan, I quenched for answers to my whole being, a deep desire to see in my own eyes the world I had left behind. The world of Japan–my dear childhood home– which I had left and never returned. My heart scarred with repatriating experiences and comments of friends who had made me feel isolated and incomplete…I brought with me when I flew to Japan. I wanted to hug that inner child who was crying after I left Japan. I wanted to go back to the beautiful and peaceful world of innocence and find home for the little child. The child had mourned over Japan because she loved it. When she got on those planes to Korea, New Zealand, and the United States, she never knew that she would not be seeing her home for 10 years.

When I arrived in Nagoya, Japan, confusion ran across my mind. A Korean TCKid now an adult, no longer moving due to her parents’ decision, has made her own decision to live in Japan- one of the first major decisions she has made. But then surrounded by international students at Nanzan University where she attended, she was put in a circle of friends of Americans who identified her as American – Many of whom guessed she was a native speaker. They included her in their trips and activities, and she met Korean International students (from Korea) at Nanzan who openly welcomed her because she was ethnically Korean. Local Japanese students introduced her to others as “Korean” but in her mind she was thinking “I am not just Korean. I am Korean/Japanese/American and many more.” Then she met her host family who explained several cultural rules she had already learned as a kid. She thought she returned home but she was seen as a foreigner by the Japanese local people and as a native to other countries by people from those countries.

Like Ruth E VanReken said, this was Miyon a.k.a. Michelle’s “journey of clarification”. She did not find the answers she was looking for, but upon her readjustment to the country she once knew as a child, she learned more about herself, and had life lessons.

Her first goal to revisit her childhood home was met with overwhelming emotions surrounding the giant tree rooted in the center of her school field. It was the giant tree she saw growing up in Takasaki, Gunma Province. The tree had grown larger, some of its thick branches were now supported by poles to keep the posture. Miyon cried because other than this giant tree’s need for support almost everything seemed to be the same in school. It would hurt to see the destruction of any kind that violates the memory of childhood while she fully accepts that things can’t be completely the same. As she walked around the field, Miyon tightly hugged the inner Miyon, and sat on a playground metal sheet, watching the clouds float past the school rooftops. Miyon wanted to stay there forever. This IS home.

Then she visited the old apartment. What an excitement! Miyon jumped and bounced like a crazy kid, joyful and sound. Quite opposite the experience in this apartment was this other school she visited afterward. The previous school she visited was Kitashou Gakkou which was a Japanese public school, and this one was CAJ (Christian Academy in Japan). Miyon doesn’t have much fond memories of this school despite the good memories of friendships. When Miyon visited, she resented and was angry that the school couldn’t be better. She felt taken advantage of and wished things had been made better for her mom.

But it was at CAJ that Miyon learned the power of ten years. At the time she was attending CAJ, she hardly spoke English. She left the school, doubting that she would never learn to be fluent in English. When Miyon revisited CAJ, she was met by American missionaries who were attending meetings. One American missionary asked a question to Miyon. Miyon surprised herself by responding in fluent and confident American English.

“What seems impossible can be done if you have 10 years,” Miyon thought to herself. When you believe it will be done. Doing will become our being. Reconnecting the past and present.

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Low-Keyed

I think it would be wrong
To write my anger into a song
It would make the song too long
And the emotions of it too strong

The more I explain “it” to whom hasn’t been there
The more I despair
I can tell the worthlessness of my attempt right in their stare
I hold my temper

That was when I had decided to stay low-keyed
Which is wisest indeed
My goal is to be strong and to succeed
Being liked and understood by everyone isn’t what I can control nor what I need

I had decided to stay low-keyed
I had decided to stay low-keyed
I had decided to stay low-keyed
Yes, I had decided!

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Broken Mirrow (Poetry)

As a Foreigner, you always have your privileges.
As a Hidden Immigrant, you also have your rights.
As an Adopted, you’d have to show it to the world.
As a Mirrow, what are their challenges?
I have no idea since I have virtually never been.

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I just LOL

How is usual? How is queer?
How is lucky? How is fair?

Who is normal? Who is weird?
Who is envied? Who is feared?

When is funny? When is lame?
When is acceptable? When is a shame?

Which is civilized? Which is savage?
Which is familiar? Which is strange?

What is common? What is rare?
What is standard, I don’t care.

Where is liveable?
Where is stayable?
Where is bearable?

Who are you to say?
Who are you to say?

I just LOL.
I just LOL.

Who is pretentious?
Who is obnoxious?

I just LOL.

We are precocious.

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four years to go…

This intense restlessness.

This profound urge, the unignorble need.

And the agonizing frustration that comes from denying your heart what it desires most:

To break away from imagined boundaries,

To cut the stagnating ties of unnecessary hinderings.

All I want, all I yearn for in these moments is to reduce my belongings to one bag and travel!

Wherever I can. Wherever I find.

Unending Restlessness. Unending Passion. Eternal Thirst for places, scents, tastes, cultures. people, language.

Life…

When can it start?

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A Memorable Day

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I went to uni yesterday to get my referee reports. Had a good conversation with my lecturer. I found Pi at uni. We sat down together. Alice joined. We made paper cranes (3). We made a pact to give them to a random person as we go to buy ice cream.

I completely forgot about uni work. So I talked to Alice and Pi some more, we walked around the campus, meeting first years etc

Then Alice had to go home and Pi wanted to leave too cause it was time for a nap (apparently) – earlier Jay suggested that we go to the “hut” tonight cause he’s leaving tomorrow.

I had walked to uni that day so Pi offered me a lift home, but we had to get petrol first. In the car we started talking about life and when we left the petrol station I mentioned that I didn’t want to go home to do my assignment So Pi says: Really?! Wanna go for a drive??! and I say “…yeah???!”

The hut (as I found out) is the orphanage-esque house that they often talk about.

During the drive I watched Pi (on one level during the conversation) and thought: I want to be somebody who makes others feel comfortable to be themselves around me, to open up new sides of themselves, explore theories, minds, find themselves, engage in discussions. And yet I want to create a feeling in them that it is ok to be silent. To be in the background. That I accept them for who they are, and I love them for it.

That’s Pi.

He decided to show me “mordor”- a place that the three of them have been talking about for a while and kept mentioning. Another special place to them.


mordor? the place in LOTR?


yes, like LOTR (Lord of The Rings). it’s not the actual name of the place, they just call it that because it reminded them of it. It’s a small small park high on top of a mountain- very steep, we nearly rolled backwards. But got there (2pm). You can overlook nearly the whole side of the city, the clouds cast dark shadows.

When Pi last went, a storm was coming and he tells me he could see it coming towards him. I imagine it would make an incredible scene.

But when we were there yesterday the weather was warm, nearly cloudless. We flew kites (he keeps a lot of random things in his car) and talked about the metaphors of kite flying. We sat down and looked at the ants, discussing the small signs and omens of life. We talked about universal love. We talked about growth, mindsets, learning and privileges. About interfering in other people’s lives just because you might think they’re life is

“not as good as yours”. To what extend should we interfere with nature (as we watched a butterfly die).

We sat in silence. And I felt how comfortable the atmosphere was. This boy has a talent.

So in my head I analyzed silence.

But I will skip the small details.

Two hours later we looked at the time and gasped. “We should go home”. So we got in the car, Pi gets out a packet of gum, offers me some- I accept and then reminisce about childhood dares of eating a whole pack at once

so we did … mixing different types of gum, eating them all and laughing all the while- a nice break from the intensity of the previous conversation.

We drive down the hill, see ponies, play windmill and white horse ( a driving game.. I’ll explain upon request :p). Pi decides to take the long way home.

We drive towards the motorway and decide to keep driving. Following the huge black cloud in front of us.

80 k’s an hour and the rain punctures the palm of your hand as you reach out the window to feel the strength of the wind pulling at it.

Pi hands me a half-full glass bottle and tells me to hold it out of the window. I do so and the tunes it produces amaze us. We experiment with water, high and low pitch.

We don’t turn around for another 40 minutes, talking about third space/third culture (he is a TCK), about perspectives, about diversity, religion, I ask him about his childhood, his father, his mother’s experiences and difficulties. We talk about parenthood, about sacrifice, about the hidden words, about the Alchemist and pursuit of happiness.

He says we all essentially speak the same language. We mean the same thing but express it differently.

We eventually turn around, He texts Kate, Jay and Tristan about the “hut plan”. Tristan can’t come.

He drops me at the front of my house, tells me we’ll probably leave in an hour or so, so that we can have some light. Tells me to wear long pants, closed in shoes and take a jumper. I walked to the shops to buy olives and milk for my mother. The rain was soft, barely touching my skin. I held an open water bottle in one hand and as I walked it offered me a quiet, secret whistle. Like a very soft reminder,- a call to appreciate these small things. In the shops I ate my favourite juicy dates that remind me of Iran, found milk and olives and made my way home. An impressive rainbow had formed right in front of my house (so it seemed). I walked towards it.

Right before I entered my home Pi called me and asked if we could take my car and if he could drop by soon- to show me the way etc. I was about to leave again to get medicine for my mother when they walked into the driveway (just as I was reversing). As I got out to greet Jay and Pi my mother lets me know that she found her tablets. I invited the two of them upstairs to say bye to mum. They both hugged her and wished her well. She tells them to take care of me and we leave the house, get into my car and drive along. We get to the top of a deserted hill, where Kate is already waiting for us. I’ve been here before but I never stopped to stare off into the distance, the landscape, the clouds, the sky. To lie on the table, listening to music, surrounded by beautiful people. We joked. Jay carried me on his back, they talked, I listened. I felt.

Jay walked away from the table, sat on the grass, right on the edge of the hill, his back to us. After a while we joined him. We sat together in silence. Talked about fathers. Discussed dinner. Decided on CJ’s and eating at lake Jimson’s. Or making pancakes. But first we would go to the hut as the sun is setting, so that we’ll see where we are going. And so we leave with the sun. I didn’t know where to, I simply followed Kate. We parked in front of a fenced entry with signs. An old mine? What did they call it.. I can’t remember. Something with ‘C’. No-one has worked here for 30 years. We help each other climb the high fence. Jump down on the other side and walk along a large dirt road. About a 6 minute walk with large rocks and mountains to one side and bush-land to the other. We get to a smaller fence at the edge of decent. Pi stops us and guides me to the fence. I look down into a sort of valley. At the bottom I see the outline of an old, run-down industrial 2-story house glistening in the bright golden-red light of the setting sun. It looks magical. Mysterious. Inviting. The building has an atmosphere about it that suggests that it is the bearer of many secrets. We turn left, walk through high grass (look out for snakes!). I walk in front of Jay and behind Pi & Kate who light the way with their mobile phone torches. It’s a steep decent and there is a set of spiral stairs hidden in the ground which our feet carefully explore as we walk step by step, ready to help each other out. We’re down the bottom. More rocks, some sort of water catchment. It is getting dark fast. I get out my own light and carefully cross the narrow stone rim that sits on top of the dangerous-looking water catchment. The house is closer now. Following Pi and Kate I sit down on a block of cement and jump down two metres. We come to a wooden bridge. “Be careful when you walk across, there are occasional gaps”. Holding on to the mouldy railing we walk to the doorless entry of the ‘hut’. There is grafiti everywhere, rusty steal, creaking wooden floors that are re-enforced with metal floors in some areas. There’s a metal staircase that we climb up. On the second storey there is a large open “window” with two wooden boards across it to prevent people from falling. We sit down in front of it, letting our feet hang above the ground. The view is breathtaking. Large mountains somewhere in the mist. The night is warm for early winter. Lights stare back at us as we sit in comfortable silence. This is a significant moment. A cherished memory in the making. I think to myself, as I appreciate the beautiful people around me, and the fact that it is these people that fulfill my life at the moment. Not the place I am at. This is “home”. This feeling is home. I felt connected to the world, the universe, all of you. I love you. The world’s future is safe with people like you in it.

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