Oh.

The new flat-mate moved in last week. Just what I needed, another white male expat who planned to live in Hong Kong for a relatively long time but didn't know any Chinese and didn't intend to learn any.

I was so over the kiwi that I had been looking forward to befriending the new flat-mate. But after I met him, I found that two main obstacles stood in the way of our friendship.

1. He saw me making char siu bao (seasoned meat buns, Chinese food/dim sum staple well-known and loved all over the world). He said, "Hey, are those your dumplings?"
DUMPLINGS?!
*the kiwi later referred to them as "dumplings" too.
w.t.f.

2. One day I was talking about my fascination with celebrity doppelgangers. The next day he exclaimed, "Hey, you know what? You look like Sandra Oh!"

For your information, I find Sandra Oh to be one of the least attractive female (never mind Asian) celebrities. Ever.

I've never seen a single episode of Grey's Anatomy. But I have eyes, and I read People. (As well as US Weekly and the occasional OK!)
She was also named to Maxim magazine's Top 5 Unsexiest Women list this past year.

I remained quiet for a full 30 seconds and looked at him with a blank expression on my face while he looked at me expectantly with a dumb grin on his face and waited for my response. Then corner of my lip twitched slightly.


It's too bad that my flat-mates have no idea who I am.