Another day another meal. I took my mother and family out for lunch today and boy was that a big mistake. Besides the usual complaints about the quality of the food, we ended up ranting about the disgusting and irrating behaviour that is unique to asians, in particular, FOB asians, or as I prefer, FOW - Fresh on Welfare. It amazes me how people can prioritize different aspects in their life. For example, (we had lunch at cabra), I saw the most fobbiest man in the day - he was wearing microfibre pants, coupled with brown vinyl sandals and blotchy white sport socks, a shirt sleezed black shirt with a short sleezed white collared shirt over the top, cockaroach hair and the biggest gold bracelet I had ever seen. Obviously 9 carat gold...but the point is, if someone can invest so much in jewellery, one can expect a little more attention in their attire. But the trump card is happened when as he was walking past, he proceeded to draw up all his strength and managed to expel the a whallop of phemge the size of tassie - I almost threw up, and I expect no one would even notice.
After that sorid lunch, we went to the city and was confronted by a huge procession of drunken old men walking very slowly and loud drunken military men walking very fastly. I guess this is the anzac spirit - getting pissed, because everyone was and I was because I had to overtake people on the footpath and others where overtaking me. And another thing that annoyed was how there were no asians in the crowd - we were the only enthics in the whole city! Among the groups of whities, we were the only yellow skinned in the crowd. But that wasn't the point, the weird thing was how people looked at us as if we didn't belong there on their occasion. Everyone was giving us dirty side glances which we could see through our gucci sunglasses. It was quite uncomfortable and one old lady even had the nerve to say "Stupid asians" as we were walking past. Most of the time, this wouldn't bother me because it is true, but on this occasion, I turned around and saw her with her walking stick, I said, albeit not very loudly, "I hope you get hit by a bus."
It annoys me because most people forget that most asian immigrants are victims of war and that I'm also a product of a war. If people only knew the horrendous difficulties that we had to overcome they would see that a war is not just about the people who died fighting, but its also about the people who survived the fighting and the people who fought to survive.
So seeing as how people were proudly wearing their badges and marching around the place, I wiped out my badge, pinned it on and marched down george street towards the rocks enjoying the freedoms that we have been given; deciding between which two louis vuitton hand bags is a more suitable present for my mother.
And by the way, the badge I was wearing, the D stands for dior.
posted by tykang @ 4/25/2004 10:39:00 PM
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