Welcome to Undecided Generic Name. :(

First post.


A little about myself. I’m 26 years young (does anyone still use this phrasing? And is it sad that I do?), and I’m still a student. Hey. At least I’m not 30.

I’m a daily observer, a constant nerd. Hobbies include reading and writing (how quaint). I have an accurate understanding of how little influence I have on the world.

Me eating my breakfast.

I just recently purchased a hamster. He’ll be involved in the daily WTF moments in this blog, I’m sure. Here is a photo of him. Yes. I am trying to eat him in this photo, but this was before the Internets taught me better.

Before I get animal rights activists on my ass, this photo is a joke. It represents the easy going relationship between Roderick the Ham and I. We are bros like that. In reality, Roderick is very well taken care of.

On with the rest of the introductions. I currently live at my parent’s house. I moved back here in 2009. I had been living on my own for a few years before that, paying my own bills, tuition and whatnot. I wanted control of my own life, and I certainly lived it up like a boss. I also slacked off like a boss and after getting fired for the first time in my life, I moved back home LIKE A BOSS and am now slowly getting back on my feet. This entire process sounds very typical of North American life and normally wouldn’t be worth mentioning. As you can see from my glamour shot with Rod, I’m a Ching Chong Bing Bong.

My family immigrated to North America from a small island located in the western Pacific ocean, Taiwan, perhaps you’ve heard of it? According to Wikipedia, there has been 160,000 of us that came over to the True North. There was a great rush for us islanders to vacate the premise around the mid 90’s due to political unrest between Mainland China and Taiwan. One of the most influential events that led to my family’s decision was the Taiwan Strait Crisis in 1995. Tensions were high between the mainland and our little island and families that were able to leave, left.

I can still remember the theme music.
Look at that smile.

At the time I didn’t fully understand the reason behind our immigration. There were late night discussions between my parents my brother and I overheard that we couldn’t begin to understand. All my childish intellect could comprehend at the time was that our transcontinental move had something to do with politics, China, and missiles. Hey. We were moving to the land of MacGyverDie Hard, and sunny, soft beaches (from what we could understand watching Baywatch), my brothers and I sure as hell weren’t complaining. Besides, how much could ten year olds do or say to sway the decisions of their parents? We were moving to where the white people lived, and that was that.

So that’s my background. I am a first generation Chinese Canadian–or Taiwanese Canadian, depends on who you ask. My family follows Chinese tradition still, and it’s a daily struggle blending the rules from our heritage and the rules of our place of residence. I admit that as an employed adult, I have it much easier than when I was a powerless teenager. But the fights don’t change. The opposing arguments remain the same.

Speaking of employment, I currently have a job that allows me to interact with people across the country. People of all races, shapes, sizes and opinions. My line of work? You guessed it, Customer Service!

Due to privacy reasons, and also because I don’t want to get fired reasons, I’ll hereby refer to my employer as BLARG INC. It’s the first name that came to mind.  It’s my experiences with the customers at BLARG INC. that encouraged me to start this online rant journal blabber-it-all blog. It was also something my father said over Christmas turkey. Throw some friendly encouragement from a long time friend on top, and here I am.

I’m not going to pretend to be modest and say shit like, “I just want to write here to record my thoughts, teehee.” I started this blog with the intention of it being read. I’m going to market the hell out of this blog, thanks to facebook and other social mediums.

A professor from my most recent semester said: “Personal narrative is not about originality of the content, but rather originality of perspective.” No one on this earth has lived the same experiences as me, neither does anyone else out of the 6,840,507,000 people have the same perspective as I do. I may not live in a war-torn country, and I may not be the daughter of a rich tycoon/celebrity/politician, but I have a voice all the same.

Welcome!! Look forward to daily updates.

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