Leong

My Fijian neighbour Moli, who is half-Chinese and half-East Indian, is a really good cook. I like her stews with sea cucumbers and also her duck curry. Her name means "orange" in the Fijian language. Her husband Leong is a good fisherman. The couple often speaks English with a Fijian accent. They know also Cantonese and Fijian. Moli knows some Hindi.

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On my way to the pizzeria a second time today, the 27th of March of 2015, I encounter Moli the Fijian in her garden as she trims her bushes in the sculpted shape of penises. They remind me of that old movie Caligula. Her name in Fijian means orange. Her husband Leong, also Fijian, studied sinograms as a child, but has forgotten everything. To each other, Moli and Leong speak a brownish English.

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It is now Saturday, the 12th of July of 2014. My Chinese neighbours Irene, Fred, and RJ have a garage sale, from which I buy 8 Chinese books, including the translation of George Orwell's 1984. It is really a prize, a treasure about an alternate history of three competing supernations—Oceania, Eurasia, and Eastasia—on Earth. All the books are in the most modern form of logograms, often called "Simplified Chinese" as contrasted with "Traditional Chinese." The family are ground floor tenants of Chinese-Indian Moli and Chinese Leong, both from Fiji. Their house with a big back balcony is next to and north of my home on Lulu Island.

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Moli, my "grandma" Fijian neighbour of Chinese and East Indian ancestries, and husband Leong, also Fijian of Chinese ancestry, have three children in Canada, Abraham, Isaac, and Sandra, who to me look just like Japanese people. In a discussion during one outdoor party, Sandra joked to others about "making love" to a watermelon.

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