Orientals

Numerology is a serious religion amongst many Orientals as it is a separate thing altogether to what many classify as regular religions.

Not only Orientals love metaphors and similes.

Filipinos and Mexicans are something like Orientals.

In the grey-sky afternoon of the 12th of March of 2022, at home, listening, I was alternating between House, Zouk, and Afrofuturism music channels on my device. I did karaoke of the European Union Anthem in French, Spanish, and Greek. I decided to get out of the house. I saw a thick brown man in a bright red shirt and bright green track pants. Orientals did gardening. A Ugandan woman was talking in her smartphone. Walking by, a white man in a green jacket carried a big driftwood that was over a metre long. At the pizzeria, I ate a cheese pizza slice and drank a diet cola. There was a white boy with a big Afro hairdo. Heading home, I saw a crowd near the pub, and a man said, "It's a small world!" Along the way, I saw my handsome Mediterranean neighbour zip up his brown leather jacket. I encountered Michael the Dane-French in the alleyway, as he compared my appearance with shorts to martial artist Jean-Claude Van Damme. I said, "He has a nice body!"

Late at night on the 23rd of July of 2022, Simar the young pizza vendor said that he was born in 2002. "Born in the 21st century!" I exclaimed. He kept enquiring why I didn't have a girlfriend or why I didn't get married. I explained that I liked being like a "Buddhist monk." I liked my freedom and independence. I didn't believe in bringing children into this world of dissatisfaction. I said that some people wanted children as a kind of "fake" immortality. Personality forms from both genes and environment, so even a clone brother would eventually have a different personality. Simar said that in the eastern part India, there were many Buddhists. I said that I knew a bit of Indian history, in that at one time, India was mostly Buddhist, but later, Hinduism reabsorbed Buddhism, and Hinduism became dominant once again. Simar was interested that I had been a software engineer in three different countries. Simar never tried the fruit durian, which I explained had a controversial odour, but was a luxury fruit of buttery texture to Orientals.

It's the 18th of May of 2025. Around noontime, I walked to Tim Hortons café to enjoy an Iced Coffee with oat milk. On the way, I saw my neighbour friend Rod washing his big camper, as he and his Ukrainian-descent star-savvy wife Joanne intend to camp in Okanagan. The café was really crowded, this Sunday. The long table with an ice hockey rink drawn thereon was full of Orientals: Two Japanese, one in black and one in beige, and the rest were Cantonese. The sky was clearing, with more blue, and the temperature was rising.