Finally, an outlet for my frustration. I mean, give me a break!!! How ignorant are there whitefellas??? I go to tennis in the morning, all pissed at this new timing (switched from Monday morning), and my new coach is this dickhead of a jock! Well, whaddya expect, this IS the "Land Down Under", home to the hillbillies of the century! To make it worse, he uttered the 4 Words of Doom... "Do you speak English?"

I was speechless. Seriously, is there some fuckin' unspoken law that states all black-haired, Asian people can't speak English??? We were the ones that traded with bloody Marco Polo for cryin' out loud!!! I swear I've been asked that single question a total of 50 times so far... FIFTY TIMES!!! Isn't it time they stopped thinking we're like a collection of 3rd World Country refugees? Sometimes I just feel like pulverising anyone that dares to ask that deadly question, but now I content myself with a "oh-you-poor-ignorant-punkass-bitch" stare at the offending homo sapien. Much more... sophisticated, don't you think?

Then again, I look at the rationality of my rage. It's not our fault that these country bumpkins don't grasp the term multi-culturalism, it's their upbringing!!! So, at the end of the long, tiring and frustrating day, it always comes back to their families, and the stereotypes presented of us. Sometimes, I only feel this anger when I'm unable to sleep and/or publishing a post on my blog at 2.53 a.m. What a coincidence!!! It IS 2.53 a.m!!! Am I psychic or what? Unfortunately, due to the fact that it is indeed 2.53 a.m, and that I have school tomorrow and god knows what homework I need to complete, the most rational thing to do now is go to sleep. So I shall do just that.

Toodle-pip!



Another confession @ 2:46 am