Am I asian enough?
I started the day off heading to the SUB to meet Noreen for lunchy. As I waited, I took a few copies of the Ubyssey to check out the article on our club. Sadly, our president was misquoted and they left out our names and club info/website..they didnt quote anyone besides jason..BUT we were included and i'm happy:)
Ran into a Holman and Irene while meeting up with noreen. I then scarfed down $20 of sushi and sashimi followed by some pearl tea. Am I asian yet?
An hour and a half later, met up with noreen again and andrew- we went on a journey to TNT for wonton soup ingredients. YUM.
After dinner (second toll of food coma), I headed over to the art gallery to meet up w my friends for the house party.
Wow.
Talk about irony..I could *so* ramble on about how tonight totally coincides with my club's mission..
But on with the house party:
Mind you, I only knew two people at the party. I walk in and with the exception of w handful of white people, everyone was asian. It was easy to tell that things would be divided despite any efforts to assimilate, be friendly, and blend in.
So I sat down and started chatting with Gwenn, one of the only two people there I knew. The host of the party was super sweet- he kept offering us drinks, making sure we were happy, asking us where we're from etc.
I can't believe its 6am. Stupid seagulls wont shut up.
After more chatting, a guy who refers to himself as "bibi" came up and introduced himself and again asked where we're from, what we study etc. He was holding a month old puppy. Initially we gave him props for having a doggy. But you know he just brought it for the ladies. But yea- the first time, he seemed friendly
a bit later on, this Bibi character stopped by again and said "so are you guys gonna kiss?" to me and Gwenn..I thought I misheard but Gwenn heard it too, so i really wasnt going crazy..after the pause he asked, "you guys are lesbians, right?"
umm okay. Just because I'm talking to the same chick for a while (who is the only one i even know at the party) makes me a lesbian? WTF. He again, has his dog. He has mentioned that its the dog's first night away from its mom/dad. okay. SO. You have a brand new puppy. And the first night away from its parents and comfort, you take it to a house party? Numerous flashes from cameras. Loud screaming and yelling. Booze. People who could trip or step on the puppy.
The dog was so tired..when whats normal is for a dog to be curiously sniffing around new territory, this pooch fell asleep as soon as he was put down. And then Bibi just left him there. Alone.
Maybe 20 min later, he returns. Asking Gwenn and I for our names again. This time I told him "Liz". And he believed it. And he again asked what we study. And for our numbers. And then he takes pictures, tells me "you *look* like a liz" and leaves again.
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Bibi then returns with two drinks- one for him, one for me, appearing to be identical. I grab for the one closer to him (theyre both in one hand) and he says "no, this one is mine, that one is yours". How peculiar. Now why would it matter who drinks which if they are the same? You think im stupid? So, being paranoid, I didnt really have my drink.
He then asked the infamous question, "so what is your background?"
Maybe I should say that I am from India.
But yuck. What am I? ummm human? Then the entertainment initiated as he guessed random ethnicities. Brazilian. Arabic. Vietnamese. When I finally *did* tell him, he acted all surprised and was like "wow, thats a fucking impressive mix- so which one are you the most?"
This pissed the fuck out of me. BUT I kindly replied "I do not feel obligated to pick one identity over the other and shouldnt have to. I am what I am, and I'm happy with it"
I'm sick of my 'exotic' mix. Not that I'm not proud of my roots, but WTF. Having a mixed cultural heritage doesnt make me any more or less better or special of a person and i think its ridiculous to judge someone by their 'degree' of being mixed. To me, the extent at which someone is mixed lacks importance. hmm. maybe that came out wrong. Rather, I mean to say that i refuse to be put on a pedastole due to my heritage containing more variance than others.
At this point, i was extremely exhausted. It was maybe 2am. The rest of the night was decent, altho the majority of it was spent zoning out and listening in while others talk. Until we left around 4:30.
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So here I am, finally home at 7am. I'd say its bedtime.
Ran into a Holman and Irene while meeting up with noreen. I then scarfed down $20 of sushi and sashimi followed by some pearl tea. Am I asian yet?
An hour and a half later, met up with noreen again and andrew- we went on a journey to TNT for wonton soup ingredients. YUM.
After dinner (second toll of food coma), I headed over to the art gallery to meet up w my friends for the house party.
Wow.
Talk about irony..I could *so* ramble on about how tonight totally coincides with my club's mission..
But on with the house party:
Mind you, I only knew two people at the party. I walk in and with the exception of w handful of white people, everyone was asian. It was easy to tell that things would be divided despite any efforts to assimilate, be friendly, and blend in.
So I sat down and started chatting with Gwenn, one of the only two people there I knew. The host of the party was super sweet- he kept offering us drinks, making sure we were happy, asking us where we're from etc.
I can't believe its 6am. Stupid seagulls wont shut up.
After more chatting, a guy who refers to himself as "bibi" came up and introduced himself and again asked where we're from, what we study etc. He was holding a month old puppy. Initially we gave him props for having a doggy. But you know he just brought it for the ladies. But yea- the first time, he seemed friendly
a bit later on, this Bibi character stopped by again and said "so are you guys gonna kiss?" to me and Gwenn..I thought I misheard but Gwenn heard it too, so i really wasnt going crazy..after the pause he asked, "you guys are lesbians, right?"
umm okay. Just because I'm talking to the same chick for a while (who is the only one i even know at the party) makes me a lesbian? WTF. He again, has his dog. He has mentioned that its the dog's first night away from its mom/dad. okay. SO. You have a brand new puppy. And the first night away from its parents and comfort, you take it to a house party? Numerous flashes from cameras. Loud screaming and yelling. Booze. People who could trip or step on the puppy.
The dog was so tired..when whats normal is for a dog to be curiously sniffing around new territory, this pooch fell asleep as soon as he was put down. And then Bibi just left him there. Alone.
Maybe 20 min later, he returns. Asking Gwenn and I for our names again. This time I told him "Liz". And he believed it. And he again asked what we study. And for our numbers. And then he takes pictures, tells me "you *look* like a liz" and leaves again.
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Bibi then returns with two drinks- one for him, one for me, appearing to be identical. I grab for the one closer to him (theyre both in one hand) and he says "no, this one is mine, that one is yours". How peculiar. Now why would it matter who drinks which if they are the same? You think im stupid? So, being paranoid, I didnt really have my drink.
He then asked the infamous question, "so what is your background?"
Maybe I should say that I am from India.
But yuck. What am I? ummm human? Then the entertainment initiated as he guessed random ethnicities. Brazilian. Arabic. Vietnamese. When I finally *did* tell him, he acted all surprised and was like "wow, thats a fucking impressive mix- so which one are you the most?"
This pissed the fuck out of me. BUT I kindly replied "I do not feel obligated to pick one identity over the other and shouldnt have to. I am what I am, and I'm happy with it"
I'm sick of my 'exotic' mix. Not that I'm not proud of my roots, but WTF. Having a mixed cultural heritage doesnt make me any more or less better or special of a person and i think its ridiculous to judge someone by their 'degree' of being mixed. To me, the extent at which someone is mixed lacks importance. hmm. maybe that came out wrong. Rather, I mean to say that i refuse to be put on a pedastole due to my heritage containing more variance than others.
At this point, i was extremely exhausted. It was maybe 2am. The rest of the night was decent, altho the majority of it was spent zoning out and listening in while others talk. Until we left around 4:30.
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So here I am, finally home at 7am. I'd say its bedtime.