Mistaken Identity

You are basically a "citizen of nowhere" when you are born in one country and then move to live in another (as nobody can tell where the fuck you're from).

Examples:
In Perth: "Are you on holiday.....from Japan?" (Note that this question is even asked when you rock up to a uniform party wearing in a pink tutu. Perhaps Japanese tourists pack tutus in their suitcases when they go on vacation. Or maybe the girl who asked that question was just dumb. Afterall, she was dressed in a cheerleader outfit.) But sometimes you really have to wonder when Japanese tourist start coming up to you speaking in Japanese.

In Melbourne: Melbournians think - (God forbid) - that you're from Sydney. Tourist don't notice your "lost" expression plastered on your face and ask you for directions.

In Munich: I'm certainly not blonde (on the outside) but that doesn't seem to stop Greenpeace from trying to speak to me in - German. (Although I think that was just out of desperation.) Also had an elderly gentlman ask me for directions - or at least that is what I think he was asking........

In Singapore: People look at you funny when you open your mouth (and tell you that you don't look Singaporean as you're not thin enough). Note that girls who are size 10 and above get sent to fat camp when in school.

The Face of a Traitor......

.....looks like this:
(Note the naughty black faces and frilly underwear.) After 10 years serving as slave (read: feeding the kitty fresh fish and paying for fur clippings that cost the equivalent of 15 of my own haircuts - yeah well, i suppose I don't have to go under GA when I visit my hairdresser), I had to tearfully give away my beloved cat.....only to find out that she doesn't even miss me!! (She's been making nice to the new owner by following her everywhere around the house purring....) I've never felt so used and abused in my life..... BOOOOOOO........... (The next pet I'm going to have will be a pet rock - at least rocks don't need "Toni & Guy" equivalent haircuts.)