my name is angelina.
catchphrases include "huzzah!" "i hate everything" and "fuck this shit".
random-reality-shifts replied to your post: being in hong kong + talking constantly to people…
that actually sounds really cool… its like you can travel through time or something
i can. that’s exactly what time zones are used for, didn’t you know? c’mon
being in hong kong + talking constantly to people who are twelve time zones away = a really fucked up internal clock
every day that passes feels like two, and i never know what the date is
i like the city, but it’s lonely at 2:30 am when almost everyone i love is 8000 miles away and i should be sleeping
vacations always make me sad. summers always make me sad. this needs to change.
plans for this sad tuesday evening include:
this is a formal apology to everyone who’s ever heard my laugh
gah, i really am such a brat. i need to stay locked up in my house for the summer, at least until i become an actual person
more of my grandmother’s nonsense:
her: hey, i’m going to make noodles for you even though we literally just got home from dinner
also, no matter how many times we tell her that i can understand at least conversational cantonese, she insists on talking through my mom
i don’t understand my grandmother at all…
after breakfast, i bring my dishes to the sink to be washed later. and she protests, and tells me not to wash them. i tell her i’m not washing them, i was just bringing them to the sink. and i bring her dishes to the sink too, when she’s done eating.
she starts saying i shouldn’t do that, that i’m doing too much work even though literally all i’m doing is picking up empty dishes and walking five feet into the kitchen to drop them off in the sink
my mom asks my grandmother why she’s so against me putting my own dishes in the sink, especially since she always complains about my older cousin never doing any housework or in any way helping out the family. my mom says, ‘isn’t it a good thing that angelina’s willing to help out, then?’
my grandmother completely ignores this and is now ranting about my older cousin being useless and lazy and bratty
???????????????????????????????? what is even going on
this marks a year since my maternal grandfather died
the strongest memory i have of him is from 2006. we were in a mall, and i was trying to say something to him about strawberries, but for some reason was struggling with the proper intonation in cantonese
and he just looks at me and says ‘strawberries’ in english without hesitation
and then i remembered he actually knew english
i wish i was close to my grandparents. i hardly knew them, and had an interesting relationship with the one on my dad’s side, but both my grandfathers are now dead. i still haven’t made much of an effort to get to know my grandmothers. it’s difficult for me because i’ve never really felt close to or comfortable around anyone in my family apart from my parents and brother. the language barrier is kind of an obstacle too
let’s get stabbed again
