A man was sprawled across three entire seats in a theater. When the
usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to the man, "Sorry sir,
but you're only allowed one seat."
The man groaned but didn't budge. The usher became impatient.
"Sir," the usher said, "if you don't get up from there, I'm going to have to call the manager."
Dear Bloggers,
 When I was in Spain, my race became very apparant. It weighed on me everyday, pulling, slowing, stopping my actions and my confidence. It didn't help that people constantly yelled "Chino", "Chinito", or my students' favourite "Chino Cudaido" (a famous racial television program in Andalusia, Spain).Â
Dear Bloggers,
I'm Chinese. I'm Chinese Canadian. I'm Chinese, but my father isn't from China, he's from British Hong Kong, and my mother too is chinese but she's from British Singapore. I'm Chinese, but I'm not really Chinese, because I have lived in Canada for all my life, and I don't speak Chinese. I'm not really sure what I am.
