「黃家駒 Wong Ka Kui」 | (aka: 鳳凰院 凶真 Hououin Kyouma)

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(He/Him/佢/他)

Country of Origin: People’s Republic of China
Current Country of Nationality: United States of America

Native Speaker of:
粵語/廣東話 Cantonese
国语/普通话 Mandarin
台山話 Taishanese
(I probably speak more languages than you do xD)


alts: @WongKaKui@piefed.social


消滅中共,建新中華!
Down with the CCP Regime!

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  • In my Philadelphia middle school, we had this substitute teacher once, and like everyone just disrespects substitute teachers, and so this teacher walked out of the classroom with the school issued laptop open and unlocked, with it projecting to the smartboard, so these 鬼佬 kids were like “yo what if we opened up pornhub on it LMFAO”, so some kid was in the hallway watching to see if he came back, and then in the classroom it was a loud commotion of kids urging one another to do the thing. Some kid did eventually did do it and then the whole class just bursts into laughter… wtf lmfao.

    The substitute teacher came back and didn’t really react much, I think he just closed the tab. (It was like a really old dude, looks like retirement age tbh.)

    Like Philly schools can be so “ghetto”, classrooms go wild if there’s no adult in the room, sometimes even with an adult in the room.

    I fucking hate my parents’s decision of moving us to Philly, I loved NYC much better… Philly schools cause me so much anxiety… but rent was expensive in NYC and it was impossible to afford a house there so… 🤷‍♂️











  • I got too obsessed about the idea of maternal love I started googling a bunch of questions…

    Childhood was so… nostalgic… I really wish I had a time machine so I could rewatch the moments I had happiness with my parents…

    Or the rare moments when my older brother wasn’t trying to best me to death… like we’d be playing board games…

    jeez I can’t think of those without recalling that one time I got so scared I had to run away…

    so yeah, what I’ve been uo to was just reliving memories…

    I’m in the process of writing my memoir about my immigration story from China.

    It’s like 1:20 am right now in Philly, I can’t fucking sleep because depression is fucking up circadian rhythm…

    I joke that I probably reverted to Beijing time lmao.

    I’m alone most of the time, I’ve only had what I’d call “acquaintances” never “friends” like we never really hang out outside of school…

    I’m distant from cousins because they didn’t want to talk to me when I first came to the US and didn’t speak English.

    So yea… the closest bond I ever had was with my abusive family members…

    I know they say blood shouldn’t matter, but it’s having spent so much time together, there’s a weird connection despite abuse.

    Like I’ve been with my family of origin for over 20 years and counting (I think people say it’s “normal” in Asian families to live together)…

    I’m still struggling to be independent.

    In holidays, people say they are just alone by themselves.

    Well I’m not alone-alone, but it’s still awkward… I don’t feel so close to them anymore… too much trauma…

    I remember when I was a kid, I used to cuddle with mom, A LOT

    now I’m (1) too old and (2) emotional trauma makes it awkward…

    So yea…

    Feel free to talk about childhood stories…