Most people can agree that air travel is a generally unpleasant experience. All that rushing to get somewhere, then waiting for sometimes hours once you get there... (O'Hara airport anyone?) Today, I had to take three different flights to get to Vancouver, which meant three times the chances for awkwardness.
I'm Chinese, completely and totally. There's some family history crap about this random ancestoral island I'm supposed to belong to... (I never really paid attention when my dad mentioned it, so I can't tell you more than that.) But anyway, for some reason, random people seem to think I'm Japanese. To the point where a flight attendant kept saying phrases to me to Japanese as I boarded the plane.
There's probably more for me to write, but honestly I'm dead tired from sleeping four hours the night before, and jetlagish stuffs. >.<
<3 Helen
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Airplane!
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Okay, I commented. (Happy Lucy?)
Although from what I gather, what I was originally say has already been said, so this is a somewhat pointless comment.
Pointlessly redundant redundancies are cool.
Dude, your grammar is confusing me. But I'm proud of you, I didn't think you were going to even after I bothered you haha.
~'Cilla who is too lazy to sign in.
(Btw, you're still not allowed to call Lucy)
To Helen: I hope you're having a good time :) Lol Japanese haha.
Pssht. I could've understood it. Why does no one ever talk to ME in Japanese? Pah. I thought your parents spoke Japanese, though?
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