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Tuesday, March 18, 2003 

I flipped out at my mother, whom I love, this afternoon because I lost a tax receipt. After hanging up, I sat on my bed, trying not to hyperventilate. There are some decidedly unstable things about me.

And now for something completely different: White Spot is so endearingly Caucasian! I think the last time I was in one was on my family's roadtrip to Calgary in 2001, and I had forgotten the charm of a menu that reads just like a hospital menu. The food arrives far nicer-looking (being not-pureed will do that), of course. I think it's a novelty that no Asian kid ever gets over -- I remember in elementary school, when I realised that turkey Christmas dinner was what the vast majority of my schoolmates had every day, while I was stuck with boring rice and stuff tossed in oil. This is the very essence of injustice, if you're 8 or from Alberta, and we all know the world isn't filled with that already.

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