
It has been awhile since I last logged in no thanks to my internet connection at home.Christmas came and christmas went.We are now a week away from welcoming 2009 in.Lets hope that this new year would bear happier times with less disasters both natural and well,human-made and that it would usher in more prosperity to make up for the harsh financial crisis we are slowly drowning in currently.
Aside from preparing for the new year,quite a few things have been up. You will be amazed at the various "climate" changes I actually went through in just a span of 5 days! From anger, to sadness,tiny little crushes,happiness,doubt and yes, a little confusion.Ha! With me, there is always bount to be some self-made confusions to stir things up in my over active brain.
Don't laugh but after meeting my friend on wednesday,I got myself into a little thinking.Indian guy or chinese guy.Which would I actually prefer? Before I go into the answer,let me give a brief explanation as to what triggered yet another debate in my head.
We were saying our goodbyes at the platform at cityhall and as usual,told each other to behave and not flirt around.With that,we somehow came to the topic of a chinese guy from my father's church whom I thought was quite cute.He had the right height and built and good looks to match it.haha..okok, anyway, I then realised I have a thing for chinese guys.That church guy was definitely not the first.There was a neighbour and quite a few more from past encounters. Not that I have not liked any indian guys.There were quite a few of them too.
But I realised one thing as I dwelled further into my thoughts.I am very shy with indians.Especially the guys.I discovered that when with chinese guys, I am more open and interactive than when I am placed into a group of indian guys and looks do not matter at all in this case. I tend to have a slight fear of indian guys and yes,the girls too. Hahaha..yea,stupid.Considering I am indian too.
Maybe,just maybe,it could be because I learned chinese since young and have been exposed more to that race than my own kind? Possible. Because from start,indians,especially those girls from my schools always had some sort of issues with me.I never failed to escape their stares or snide remarks whenever they found out I could not speak a word of tamil but could speak chinese fluenty.Well, I think it is their fault for being too judgemental because aside from the language,I am a very typical indian girl. Ask my sisters or any of my family members and they would tell you just that. I love traditions and take pride in following them. Unlike some who shun their tradition to behave westernised but when they open their mouth, it just betrays them.Call me arrogant but I am stating a fact.
Anyway, I actually prefer both the races. I like chinese guys because I find them more open minded and natural in their behaviour plus,I like the language.It is something I love speaking though shy at times if with the wrong person.So if I am with a chinese guy, I can atleast continue on with it as part of a conversation rather than lose touch of it.
With an indian,I can keep my tradition and also coninue to share it with the person. I also love malayalam but it is one language I am still struggling with though I made a promise to myself to master it when I grow older.On the other hand,I dislike the Man is Boss theory popularly believed in the indian culture and the common thinking that a woman has to only be with her husband and have not much of a social life kind of crap thinking(anyway,that mind set is depleting slowly with this generation).
haha..but I did mention to my friend that I intend to find an ang-monised indian. An ang-monised indian who inside him,prides his indian roots.You get the drift. =).
Whatever the race,a decent character and all other predictable elements are required. ;)
*I am not a racist.I am not a racist AND I am not a racist. I am proud to be an indian. This is for those are already thinking I am a *toot* to my own kind and is all ready to whack me up.
“An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves."