Piggy’s Life

January 31, 2007

Borderline racism

Filed under: General — by gracieq @ 12:11 am

When one is working in the food industry, or any industry that is closely related to customer service, one is bound to meet people from all sorts of life. Some can be really nice, some rude, some bitchy, etc. But the worst sort of customers that one dreads the most are customers that make racist remarks, or in my case today, a borderline racist remark.

Working in a high class restaurant, I’ve meet lots of hard to please customers that range from being downright rude to ridiculously snobbish. Yet, I take it all in with a pinch of salt because hey, everybody is just different individuals with their own unique sort of personality. Nevertheless, what I can’t tolerate the most is people who are racist and make racist remarks.

I was serving this elderly Aussie couple in the restaurant today and the husband made a borderline racist remark that really pissed me off for nearly a whole hour! I’ve been here in Perth for close to a year and frankly, I’ve never met any racist people before yet, until today that is. The husband was having dhufish and customers usually like to have tartare with that. I had to carry 2 dinner plates and a bowl of vege out to them and hence, decided to ask him if he wanted some tartare to avoid my going back to get the tartare only to have him refuse it.

“Would you like some tartare with your fish sir?”

“Can you talk slower. We don’t understand your language.”

>_<

Excuse me, but he doesn’t understand my language? Then what the fuck have I been conversing in the whole entire time in Perth? Gibberish? I mean, if he said he doesn’t understand my accent, I would have accepted it without a further thought and try to make myself more understandable. But he said he doesn’t understand my language! WTF!!! That remark is really a borderline racist remark! Why do I say borderline instead of an outright racist remark? Because he didn’t make a remark that points to a particular nationality but still, that remark was bad enough.

Anyway, I purposely lean in nearer to him and repeated my question in a louder voice and slower flow to make him understand before walking off with my blood simmering under my skin. I got back to the servery and promptly ask my supervisor and a few colleagues who are all whites if they ever had problem understanding me whenever I talk, to which they all said no and  that they never had a problem understanding me. It is clear to me that that couple, more like the husband, is a strong supporter of Pauline Hanson. >_< Frankly, that remark was quite a wake up call for me. It just reminded me that even though I have non-racist white friends who loves me to bits, there will always be a few bad eggs out there.

Oh well, life goes on. I just hope that there wouldn’t be anymore racist customers cause I don’t know how I’d react the second time around.

January 28, 2007

Connected again

Filed under: General — by gracieq @ 5:42 am

I know I’ve gone MIA on a number of people who visits this blog for nearly 2 months now. Having no Internet access at home and having to work most of the time does not really allow me the time to go hunting for Internet access. And the few times that I do come online (which was done through the pretense of chilling out with friends when I have the ulterior motive of using their Internet), I only have enough time to check my emails and chat for less than half hour before I had to go offline. My friends do not mind me using their Internet, but being the usual me, I still feel uncomfortable taking advantage of their kindness because I know how expensive Internet access can be here in Australia.

Anyway, after waiting for 2 long months, the Internet has finally come to my house and now, I’m able to online! I’ll try to write whenever I can but please, do not expect too much from me. Not writing for 2 whole months had made my writing a little rusty and I predict when I do write, people will be reading my writings when I’m half asleep because I’m just so tired from work!

Right. Before my ramblings go on for forever, I better keep this short and simple. Peeps, do not fear! Yours truly is still very much alive and finally, has Internet access at home. Do continue dropping by here to see what I’m up to. :)

January 22, 2007

Of engagements and marriage

Filed under: Love — by gracieq @ 5:21 am

These days, it seems that everybody around me is either getting engaged or getting married. And boy, oh, boy, is the number of friends committing to their partners with phrases such as til death do us part increasing with each passing minute.

Take this month for instance. It’s the first month of 2007. The first 31 days of a brand new year. Wait, I take that back. A whole month hasn’t even complete yet and I have 3 classmates who had gotten themselves married. Yep, you heard me right. Married! With the whole happily ever after tag to boot. These 3 girls young ladies are people I literally grew up with. Young ladies that I’d gone to school with for 11 years from primary up to secondary education. I’d known them from the time we had bad haircuts, fringes like china dolls and pigtails and look where they are now? Married! The wives of lucky men. And mothers-to-be in the near future. It’s hard to envision all 3 of them with kids on tow a few years down the road but that’s just life ain’t it?

It’s just too bad that I can’t make it to any of the weddings, especially to Sherny’s wedding which was on the 21st January. Sherny’s a good friend from school and she encourages me a lot in my walk with God during out last 2 years of high school. In fact, when I first accepted Christ into my life, she was the first person I turned to to teach how to pray to God. And now, she’s Mrs Marcus Tay/Tey. Wow!

With so many good news of matrimony surrounding me at the moment, I just find myself thinking, who’s next? And when will it be my turn? Will I ever find enough courage to commit myself to one person permanently or would I, like so many woman I know, just end up being alone at the end of the day while grasping to the idea of finding true love one fine day? I know, I know, I’m still young, but in another 2 years, I’ll officially be in my mid-20s and then, what? What next? Even now, I find myself facing the dreaded question from relatives – When is it gonna be your turn? How long do I have to wait for your wedding?

Technically, I did not really face the music from my relatives. But according to Mum, the question had been posed to her late last year during one of my cousin’s wedding. Relatives were counting off the 2 cousins who got married and were guessing and anticipating the next niece/nephew who’ll be joining the throes of matrimony. For reasons only God alone will ever know, everybody keeps pointing the finger to me! I mean, hallo? There are other cousins who are older than me and who also have long-term partners. Why aren’t they pointing their fingers at them and anticipate that they are going to get married soon? Why me? And of course, it didn’t help when I learned that during Ivan’s wedding, Grandma was nagging Mum to remember the preparations (for a traditional Chinese wedding) and things that needed to be done because according to Grandma, “It’s going to be our Grace’s turn a few years down the road“. Yikes!

I’m amazed at how much I’d change in the course of a year. When I was with the ex, I’d always knew inside my heart that we’d somehow end up getting married to each other because it’s just the inevitable that happens when 2 person had been together for nearly 5 years. I’d always thought that I’ll get married young and truth be told, i was quite ready to settle down and do the whole let’s-get-married-and-start-a-family jiggle. Before any of you feminists out there start to protest, please bear in mind that it was the old me who was thinking that way. As a lot of you knew, things did not went as planned or as foreseen by everybody. The ex and I never got married. In fact, I ended the whole relationship with him, which, by the way, was the best decision that I’d ever made in my whole entire life in the area labelled, the matters of the heart. Now, though I have someone new in my life, I’m too scared to ever wanna commit myself wholly. I know, I was so optimistic about finding another man who loves me whole-heartedly when things ended with the ex and I think I did find that man in YK. Yet, a big part of me is being quite the commitment -phobe now and frankly, it’s hard to see myself getting married for the time being.

During my 1 1/2 months of work at a high class restaurant, I’d come across a few wedding receptions and was around to serve the happy couples. Each time during a reception, I have a colleague who will start thinking bout her own wedding in the near future and how she wants things to be done. Every single time after she tells me what she wants, she’ll asked about my own dream wedding. And every single time without fail, I’ll answer promptly that I have no idea because I don’t think about it. It never fails to bring a look of shock into her face. She’d interrogate me on the age that I want to get married and I’d told her that I’d never thought of it. But I know I do not want to start a family too young. She did not let up and kept questioning me on how old I would like to get married whenever she could. Finally, I told her that perhaps, I wanted to get married at 30. She nearly died at the spot!

My fears aside, I truly admire those who choose to commit themselves to their partners. It takes a lot of work for 2 different individuals to compromise their own needs and wants in order to make a relationship work. However, what awes me the most is the fact that those 2 individuals, are are willing to take a chance, a risk, whatever or however you want to call it, to make things work between them for life. More often than not, we always tend to see that the grass is greener on the other side by thinking that relationships are easy for couples that look so happy together. Nevertheless, we should always remind ourselves that it takes a whole lot more of time, tears an emotional investment to make a relationship between 2 different people to work in the long run.

As for my own happiness, well, I’d rather leave it up to God and fate to guide and decide for me. Then again, I guess I should also open myself up to the chances that are right in front of me and let go of certain fears to go with the flow of life in order to find happiness and myself again.

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