When you have spent the past three weeks practically devoid of friends, watching hong kong television dramas like it was your religion (even though I can only partly understand them), running for Air Condition whereever it can be found (which is not very much as the Chinese actually believe in conserving energy(wtf is that?)), and reading every single entry of The Company Bitch from the beginning of August 2005 by sneaking online at the Law Office which I "work at" (I'll explain later), blogging becomes your best friend (as well as writing long and grammatically incorrect sentences).

Especially when internet has just been installed in the small, cramped, ultra miniature (the Chinese like it that way) apartment in which I live.

Anyways, as I was walking around waiting for my cousin to finish watching her crazy Hong Kong pop singers on the internet, i decided to have a quick chat with my aunt who was watching something completely of the contrary on TV.

Scene: Some D- American movie no one in America has probably ever heard of that could only find its profit by promoting it internationally to foreign middle aged Chinese women, who have no idea what the content of the movie is about but would rather stare at the funny looking white people and listen to them mutter English.

Our main actor is some Midwestern Heath Ledger look alike in a cowboy hat, tight jeans and a plaid button-up sleeveless shirtdriving his beat up 1992 Chevy around the bend of a dirt mountain to his farmer ranch complete with more rusty pickups and other, but far more older and uglier, cowboys. Heath Ledger look-alikeseems to have a really concerned look on his face as it seems that the ranch is about to be under extreme turmoil and all the ugly farmers will probably die.

Aunt "Ying, is this what America is like? Are there alot of these there?" as she points towards the ugly cowboys.

Me "Umm... Yeah well everyone is white if that what you mean." She couldn't seriously be asking me if I lived in a world of ugly cowboys and tacky leather boots.

Aunt "Well I mean do they all look like that? And does your city look like this too?" Wow my aunt thinks that i raise cattle in Texas because i live in America.

I want to tell her my city is very suburban-like and modern, but again my horrible Chinese, or lack of Chinese leaves me unable to translate these terms to Cantonese. Quickly I panic on how to convince my aunt that America isn't just cow pastures and red barns, but a land of democracy, freedom, and better dressed white people (well sometimes), but suddenly, I stop myself.

"Um yeah i guess you could say that."

14 years of being raised in America doesnt mean im an american!

I am chinese even if it takes 2 and a half months for me to realize.

(this ending was not because i wanted to bash on my american patriot readers, it was just written because i really couldnt think of any way else to end)