My tossed salad is melting in the pot

I'm not exactly a cultural cornucopia...more of a dipped vanilla cone really. Damn that sounds boring.

There was a specific time early in my teenage years when I defiantly turned my back on my culture. Back then, I was already fairly well integrated in the Canadian environment after having moved here for a few years. It seemed as though I couldn’t shake the stereotypes of the Chinese culture – not that others applied them to me, but that I applied them to others. I could not stand being associated to the loud, obnoxious, and rude Chinese population.

Since then, I’ve remained stubbornly conformed to the North American culture. The only thing I do regret is losing the Cantonese language. The tattered remnants of my familiarity with the Chinese culture will suffice for the time being. I am actually more interested in learning, through travel, about cultures other than my own. Perhaps 24 years from now [assuming I’ll still be blogging], I may write about how much I regret not keeping in touch with my roots. Until then, I want to see the world, eh.