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at first I did not know it was your diary

I thought it was a very sad, handwritten book

Apparently today is my tumblr’s fifth birthday! I am the worst tumblrer in the world! The world was a very different place five years ago. Obama was newly president and many people - I will not name names because I honor my parents - seriously feared he was the anti-Christ. Also, there was no Jennifer Lawrence. Not that she hadn’t been born yet but I mean, nobody knew her name and now she can’t sneeze without somebody handing her an award. The newest iPhone was the iPhone 3G. Facebook was simple. 500 Days of Emo came out. None of these people were married (if you look closely, this picture contains three married/engaged couples). The Black Eyed Peas were relevant. Beyonce was fierce. Oh wait. AND ALWAYS WILL BEY.So some things never change. And that can be a very lovely thing indeed. Happy May Day!

Apparently today is my tumblr’s fifth birthday! I am the worst tumblrer in the world! The world was a very different place five years ago. Obama was newly president and many people - I will not name names because I honor my parents - seriously feared he was the anti-Christ. Also, there was no Jennifer Lawrence. Not that she hadn’t been born yet but I mean, nobody knew her name and now she can’t sneeze without somebody handing her an award. The newest iPhone was the iPhone 3G. Facebook was simple. 500 Days of Emo came out. None of these people were married (if you look closely, this picture contains three married/engaged couples). The Black Eyed Peas were relevant. Beyonce was fierce. Oh wait. AND ALWAYS WILL BEY.

So some things never change. And that can be a very lovely thing indeed. Happy May Day!

A virtual tour of Joyce’s house

So since I moved to Orange County, precious few have visited my home. This is a relief because the number of childhood photos on display is obscene. But now I welcome you to join me on a virtual tour of chez Chen. 

Welcome, and please leave your shoes at the door! We open in the living room. No that is not a Victorian garden, those are our couches. Here we have a brown baby grand. Many times have I been made to entertain guests at that piano. The coffee table is covered with a weird woven tapestry, which children like to put on their heads. At the other end of the living room is the dining area. Nobody eats there. 

Now we duck under a useless door partition and enter the kitchen. If you go through the drawers you will see we are steadily cultivating a collection of sauce packets and chopsticks still in their paper wrappers. We will grow this collection until we have no more drawer space and then we will throw it all away or move to a new house. 

The kitchen leads to the family room. This is where my parents chose my most embarrassing childhood photos for display. This is also where you’ll find numerous mystical artifacts for Oriental wellness, like a rod with a hammer at the end for slapping your back, various implements for massage, and nestled in a small embroidered chest, a pair of porcelain balls for manipulating in your hand. On the coffee table are Chinese newspapers from last month. You will also find a startling array of Christian VHS tapes and Chinese favorites such as Mulan and Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon.

Well I’m getting tired now and my lunch is ending soon, so we’ll finish this tour some other time maybe!

At that time I will gather you;
at that time I will bring you home.

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