"My dear fellow, who will let you?"

This is it. 4 years + 2 days since I landed on Ol' Blightey's shores. This post would've come earlier if I hadn't fcked up my router at home and lost my internets *oops*

4 years + 2 days, 1 passport, 28 countries, 75 different cities, 85 gigs (before I stopped counting). Can't complain :)

There is nothing else much for me to say :) You've read it all. Thank you everyone! Especially you, Sparkles Magoo for always providing a challenge *lol*

One last thing about being back. Yes, I've started seeing someone. He's a nicely buff young geek by the name of Daniel *grin* I pwn'd his ass on Xbox (3-0 Soul Calibur! W00t!), so there's hope for this relationship yet ;)

I'm leaving you with my fave quote from my fave book. I've always had a copy of The Fountainhead wherever I end up. I've read and re-read this book countless times. I open it when I need a reminder of myself. For those who always wondered what motivated me to do the things that I did on this blog -

"That's not the point. The point is, who will stop me?"

Tuy Lei Loh Mo

"Wow you really have an overblown sense of Asian insecurity. Maybe you'll get over it once you've gotten through puberty."

I personally don't get it. Cheap shot I say. And a cowardly one at that. No name, no contact, most likely a total random stranger. Friends would normally drop me a personal email, or at least put their name down.

Here I am, writing my thoughts. Putting myself out there. To gawd knows how many people. The thing that gets me is, YOU, know who I am. You've seen my pictures, you've read my entries, you've linked through to here via a mutual friend's blog. Rah rah rah. I've bumped into readers at a wedding before. So it really irritates me when I get comments like the above. Unjustified. Venomous. Faceless.

Am I insecure about being Oriental?

*shrug* Define insecurity. Do I claim the Oriental race is better than any other? No. Can I use an Oriental squat toilet? Sure can, I grew up with one. Am I embarrassed about ordering dim sum in my bad Oriental-speak? Not if it gets me my chicken feet (fong jaow!), spare ribs (pai-kuat!) and turnip cake (lo-bak-koh!). Do I find Oriental guys attractive? Strangely, no. That's probably not a big surprise to my friends. I don't know why, I'm just not attracted to Oriental guys. Closest I got was to an Eurasian, but that quickly turned to dislike when I realised he was a dick. Am I good at Physics? No, I almost failed. Do I like being Oriental? I don't know what it's like _not_ to be Oriental. I don't hate it, and I've never pretended to be anything else. Have I ever been bullied for being Oriental? I went to highschool in a distinctively white neighbourhood. What do you think?

Do I appreciate RnB? I did, but then I got through puberty :P (Thanks M ;))

A lot of the stuff I write, is personal. I'm talking about my experiences. My parents. My family. My friends. My travels. My life. Did I take a shot at the entire Oriental community? Not that I'm aware of.

*shrug* What exactly am I insecure about?

I _do_ have a small Oriental penis (it's called a clit) if you feel like empathising about insecurities :P

Number of times the word "Oriental" blatantly appears in this post: 12! *grin*

Pushca - Chasing the Dragon

It's like a club stole my blog theme! So what exactly does "being Oriental" mean to Rondoners? Err, from what I saw that night, it means putting chopsticks in your hair and waving a fan!! It's an odd experience being one of the few *real* Orientals at an Oriental themed party. Who were the other real Orientals? My flatmates! *lol*

Everyone wants to be Oriental:

Rondon isn't a racist city. It's just... a tad insensitive to other cultures. I guess it's hard for people to look beyond stereotypes, and keep in mind this _is_ a theme party. So paddy field hats, cheong sams, kimonos, badly drawn moustaches and konichiwas are all to be expected. To be honest, I did feel offended that my culture was being taken the piss out of. But *shrug* like I said, it's a theme party. There was no way I was going to bother lecturing Poms that night that it took more than chopstick skillz to be Oriental (yup, someone did stop by to show me his 1337 skillz).

And if you take note from this picture (nsfw), nipple tassles are apparently all the rage with Orientals :P