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Did you know there's a Modest Mouse song called Dashboard? The video is hilarious. But don't go out your way to find it, it's truly not worth it.

Jack and Meg White are going to be performing at the Deer Lake Park on June 24th. Want to go but too chicken to go to a concert (in Burnaby no less) by myself. Yes it's still true, I don't have friends.

And again, another non-news, my brother still steals. Yeah. Sad, eh?

Right now outside my window and outside on our patio, are sounds of construction workers talking and drilling. I don't know what they are drilling, and I don't know what they are talking about. All I know is that I can't go out on the patio to enjoy the searing sunlight, and we are going to dish out another 10-20,000 for this dilapidated craphole we live in. Excuse my bitterness.

You say there must be some good things in my life. Sure, first things first, all this bitterness may be PMS. Secondly... nope, nothing. Oh yes, Bard coming up. Anticipating reds/whites, lineup to the porta-potties (or jiffy-john as I saw on the back of a truck yesterday), and a lovely time. Yes indeed.

Life is all anticipation?

Optimism/Pessimism?

Optimism or pessimism? Positive or negative? It's easier to be hatin' than lovin', and require less work. To say yes means commitment, to say no is to shut down and move on.

I'm sure no one knows what I'm talking about, but you don't have to. Because I don't either.

I disagree though, with the idea that to be negative/pessimist means to be 'real'. Reality is such a tangible thing, how can one declare what they see/feel/hear is reality? Circumstances change, that's the only constant thing in our lives, and to see things only in a certain way is like having no peripheral vision, you don't see everything. You don't see reality.

I give up. To give a lecture on my own half-baked theory is as hard as to rake my brain with more words to describe how much I do not care for Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan. It's easier to moan and complain about my life. About how much I need a break, and how freaky (kinda) it is when people I recognize vaguely ask me if I came from Terra Nova. Yes, I am known. Isn't that scary?

Loving Taiwan

I immigrated to Canada with my family 14 years ago, when I was 10. My parents' reason was to provide us with good education. And for that I thank them. I thank them from the bottom of my heart for providing me with this opportunity to gain a more well rounded view of the world, and sacrificing themselves in the process. I think I speak for many immigrant families when I say that.

I have never been criticized for not "loving" my homeland of Taiwan. Sure, I have had experiences of "green"-leaning (those who think Taiwan is an independent state and not part of China) friends in high school who would flare up at the mention of unification between Taiwan and China, or anything to lower Taiwan's status. I always found that interesting, but always chose not to participate.

I don't speak Taiwanese, I don't immerse myself in Taiwanese culture, and I sure as hell don't agree with Taiwanese media and their reportings of Taiwanese politics. I do, however, agree that Taiwan should be an independent state. There is no point for Taiwan to be a part of China. It was never a part of China (same as Tibet), so I really don't understand what is the big deal. I don't see why Taiwan cannot exercise its own sovereignty, and that is what Taiwan should strive for.

Reading articles/blogs of related subjects, I found people to be petty when it comes to those who live in Taiwan using "love Taiwan" as a weapon to attack those who don't (or choose not to). Their argument is basically, "If you love Taiwan, why would you not live here?/ If you love Taiwan, why would you criticize it?/ How dare you criticize Taiwan if you don't even live here?" so on and so forth.

What's their point anyway? No freedom of speech? No freedom of opinion? If there is anything I hate the most, is the self-righteous people. (Insert joke here: and those who don't agree with me) Sigh. So now I am not allowed to talk about where I came from because I don't live there? So now I am not really "Taiwanese" because I speak better English than Taiwanese? Then what accounts for my parents? My grandparents? Denying me is like denying where I came from, and I don't appreciate that.

I guess all I really want to say is that: we should keep an open mind and not resort to petty drama. And don't ever say that Taiwan belongs to China, because it doesn't.