Sorting Through the Clutter If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this...
Monday, November 24, 2003
I have been described as being completely white-washed many many times. For those that are not familiar with the term, it means that the only way you can tell I'm asian is by the exterior. Even THAT point is debatable. How many times have I been at a Chinese restaurant only to have the Chinese waitress take my order in English. They just assume I don't know any Chinese.
BUT.....
As white-washed as I am, there a little part of me that's a FOB. and I sometimes need to indulge my inner FOB. How do I do this? Korean BBQ at Commerce Gate and then Karoake-ing until 3 in the morning.
I'm satisfied. My inner FOB is no longer screaming (in loud Chinese) for attention.
posted by Jenn |
11:16 PM |
nut-ME-shell
//jenn
//mcmaster university alumni
//laughs at corny jokes
//frowns at rude drivers
//lover of life, vintage clothing, and african daisies
//hater of ignorance, apathy, and spiders
