You know, I actually don't mind being here. That much. I mean, before I actually experienced moving to another country, I thought it was a big deal. But it's not. I think I've adapted my needs to live here effectively enough, and with it's proximity to Japan, I can get access to a lot of local Japanese sites. Namely, the robotics and engineering sites. I still feel like everywhere I go, people are looking at me weird, though. It's probably for several reasons:
They can't figure out what country I'm from. They look at my dad, Automatic american. Look at my mom, automatic Taiwanese. Look at me? ...I've been called spanish(!), portuguese(?), hawaiian(!?), never American. But I suppose that's a good thing, considering how low america has sunk these days... I'd rather be in beijing taking apart radios (which can get really boring once you've figured out how they work) than being outside, being looked down upon because all americans are the same lazy hamburger-eating blonde-haired... Not all american are blonde haired, you ignorant people! I'm brown-haired, and I identify myself (somewhat reluctantly) as an american... And there are plenty of countries everywhere with blonde-haired people, not just america. England, for example. There are brown haired people there, too.

Okay, and what is with these people?! Can't they tell I'm a girl? I must have gotten asked nearly a dozen times so far, whethere or not I was a girl or a boy. Or no, It's was like this:
Lady: Ni shi nan-shen, mah? ( you're a boy, right?)
Me: ... (...)
My mom: *sweat* Bu shi. Shi ni shen. (No. She's a girl.)
Lady: Wah! Tah shi ni shen? Ni tre ding, mah? (Oh my god! It's a girl? Are you sure?)
Me: D<(Cue my trowing things angrily. Be it a radio, a screwdriver, or whatever I'm working on at the time...)
I don't think I look all that much like a dude. Just becasue I've got short hair and no boobs does not mean I'm a guy, yo. And sometimes they'll even ask my gender when I'm wearing a skirt! Isn't a skirt the international symbol of "female"?
I think I'm overreacting. I'll go read something. (Seriously, When I wear skirts I look like a crossdressing guy? Is it the hair? Those people are really wierd. And most women here have short hair too. of course, there all middle-aged too...)

I Miss School

Those are the only words for it. I miss school, the very thing that has plagued my life since I was 5. I miss it, the anxiety of getting report cards, the excitement of first day, the sadness mixed with freedom you get on the last day. I remember feeling depressed over bad grades, annoyed at teachers, griping over too much homework. But despite all of this, I want to experience the happiness of it all, the joy of eating lunch with your classmates, the smile of the teacher when you turn in your homework, and most of all the smelly little brats I shared classes with. I miss them all, the group of harpies whose minds seemed to only be on fashion, the small but annoying little jerks, the sporty, sarcastic, smiley boy in my Spanish class that I developed a small crush on, all of those kids. I miss getting good grades. I miss wishing for death to come for me during gym class exercises. I even miss the extra work and detentions, the awkward slow dances and boy-girl partners for projects. The prearranged seating arrangements. The schedule. Looking back, It's all so beautiful, all of it. The bad, the good, all of it. In Beijing, the only schools I can go to are international schools, privately owned and costing more than any parent would spend for their child. Seriously, though. I may not be a parent, but I can kinda see. I mean, even though my sister and I are still kids ourselves, Don't think we don't notice the fact that we're brats. Mom and dad act like money isn't a problem, but I can see the looks on their faces. I can tell when people are stretching the truth a bit. Besides, I don't want to go to that school. Mom and dad say that the reason they thought it was it a good idea to bring their two monsters along to China was because they wanted me to learn Chinese. Sure, I'll learn Chinese, but only because I have started to become competitive. it's weird, when I was in elementary school, I was the least competitive kid on the planet.
Gym Teacher: "don't you want to win the baseball game?"
Me: ... noooooo...
Gym Teacher: "Why?"
Me: ...I always lose.
Gym Teacher: "Who knows, maybe this time you'll win."
Me: "No, I wont. Because I don't feel like winning the game today."
Gym Teacher: "But with that outlook on life, You won't win, even when you want to.
Me: "But it's haaaard..."
Gym Teacher: "Somebody's gotta win, right?"
Me: "Somebody's gotta lose, too."
Gym Teacher: "You have a loose tooth?"
Me: "Not yet. When the ball hits me I will."
Hardy har har. A bundle of joy, I was. Compare my second grade self to Chrona from Soul Eater. Seemingly depressed, I walked around with an expressionless face and did whatever anyone told me to. I was the epitome of pitiful. Aww, how Cute~ I know, what kind of Seocnd-grader has pink hair and a weird monster-soul-type-thing coming out of her back, but You get the idea. Focus on it's expression. Yes, I say it, becasue if any readers are familiar with the manga Soul Eater, and have read as far as to where Chrona appears, You'll know waht I mean. And I mean this. IS CHRONA A BOY OR A GIRL!?!?
Honestly. I think the mangaka wanted to keep it a secret. It loks like a girl to me, though. Although there are a lot of womanish guys in manga. See, I'll list some.




Take Count D from Petshop of Horrors:
















Agito/Akito from Air Gear:

















A couple from Naruto: *coughSASUKEANDNEJIcough*













All of the ghey hosts in Ouran High School Host Club:















Kurama from Yu Yu Hakusho:



















and who could forget Tsuna and Mukuro (pineapple-head) from Katekyo Hitman Reborn:
(Hibari's just randomly there. He's a manly man, He doesn't count as a womanish guy. But can you say Guy-version-tsundere?)













All of the people I've listed are womanish guys. Oh, and I almost forgot Akito and Yuki from Fruits Basket:
















And Kurapika from HunterxHunter: (HunterXHunter is actually where I got the term "Womanish Guy" from. Thank you, Leorio (AKA Hanekoma's twin)













And Mello and Nea from Death Note:

But you get my point right? And How did I go from talking about school to talking about feminine (possibly ghey) manga characters? I mean, That's waaaaay off topic. It's all your fault, Chrona. Bwahahaha. (I'm just kidding, I could never wound cute little Chrona's delicate girlish heart. Unless she was a dude. Then the relentless teasing would start, and god knows where it would end.)

Anyway, School! See, that's why I never became a very good student. My mind is constantly wandering. Good for about an hour, and then I start thinking about manga, or Pizza, or where I'd like to go for vacation this summer, or something like that. but that's what I hated most about me. If I got good grades, I could get on the honro roll. ANd if I got on the Honor Roll... oh whatever. Let me explain with a diagram, those are fun. And it alos provides a look into how I can go from one subject to another in the blink of an eye.

Concentration --> Good Grades --> Honor Roll --> Popular --> Friends --> Loyalty --> Class President --> Student Council --> Supreme Power --> Rule The World

There, see? That's how my brain works. So confusing.

And I wonder why I put "Rule The World" there. Oops. Kufufu...
(By the way, sorry for some of the shonen-ai pics. I tried to not use them, but they were the best out of all of the ones with two of them in one pic. Besides, they were mild anyway. >< Except for maybe the Death Note pic.)

Beijing, at last

Well, not really... I've been in Beijing for, what, since June? That makes it 5 months in this country. Yes, that's right. I'm in Beijing. China. Why? Because my dad had to work. I'm really happy that he's got the opportunity to go to work in such a cool place, but that also meant leaving all my friends behind, my school, even my relatives. Well, I've got a lot to say, considering I've been spending five months in limbo with life. Lemme start with the very beginning.
It started at the breakfast table, one weekend in spring. I forget what month or day it was, all I remember that the day was really bright and sunny. "We might be moving." Those words hit me like a punch to the face. At first, you feel shocked. Then you ask the famous question. "What the heck was that?" Except in my case, it was like this.

Daddy: "Guys, listen up. We might be moving."
Me: "What?"
Daddy: Moving. To china."
Me: ...
Daddy: "Um, I know how you feel, and I-"
Me: "THAT'S TOTALLY AWESOME, DAD!!!111!!!"
Daddy: "O...k then. Maybe I don't know how your mind works..."

Yep, I was so excited. Moving? A dream come true. Truth was, I was longing for something new. I had spent 5 years in Massachusetts, in a small community where the headline new was nine-times-out-of-ten "Town hall announces rise in School Funds" or something totally awesome and exciting like that. After five years though, seeing the same faces in your class, spending every summer riding bikes down to the ice-cream store, heaven gets boring. I was hoping I would at least move to Washington, or Texas, or Alaska, or someplace that wasn't where I was right then. So it came as a pleasant surprise when, a few months later, we were all packed up and ready to go. After tearful goodbyes with my friends, exchanging of email addresses, and promises to stay "Friends forever, tied to bind, forget or fall, memories inside", and loads of pictures, I embarked the plane that was my ticket to a new world. And what a new world it was. My dad grew up in Connecticut, in a small town too. My mom was from Taiwan. Two people from very different, and my favorite family story. So, growing up, I was a globally-interactive kid. I've moved at least five times in my life, and spent ten years in the U.S. The rest, my infant years, was spent in Taipei. I frequently had summer vacations to Taiwan, Japan, and Canada. When I was in grade school, I was quite the little braggart.
Emily: "Guess where I went over the summer?"
Me: "Where?"
Emily: "New York City. It was the longest car ride ever! it took four whole hours!"
Me: "Wow. I went to Japan. It took 23 hours to get to Osaka from Detroit."
Emily: "Wow!"
Me: "What?"
Emily: "That's a long car ride! all the way to Japan, that's cross-country!"
Me: "..." *facepalm*

So you can see how amusing this was. Moving on...
I was always going to some exotic place or another. But moving was an entirely different story. I began to have my doubts about moving to China. I wouldn't be entirely mute, because I spent 10 years listening to my mom speaking in her beautiful, enchanting Taiwanese accent. So I could speak some Chinese.
When I finally arrived in Beijing, it was still daytime. (har-har, jet lag for the next couple of weeks) I was sleepy though. So I became a vampire and slept the next couple of days away. When we moved into our apartment, I discovered (to my horror) That I had to share a room and bed with my little sister. Oh, kill me now. I declined sleeping on the couch though. I flopped down on the bed and nearly broke my skull because the mattress was made out of something that felt much like wood. I would have been more comfortable sleeping on the floor. The bed, the computer, the store, and lots of walking was what my world pretty much consisted of (and still does, kinda. although a lot less walking). That concludes the summary of the beginning of Beijing. More to follow, be patient!