Asian Rules?

It has been quite a while since my last post here. And as I write this piece I am sitting on a chair on the third floor of the Christchurch Central Library overlooking the Avon River. It is a lazy Sunday morning and a perfect cloudless day.

The warm temperature means the kiwis are all out today to the woods, or the lakes, or the mountains, or to anywhere the great outdoor beckons them. That leaves us Asians, and a number of white tourists, in charge of the city. Yes, Christchurch has turned yellow (or brown) even for just a day.

Which made me thinking what if we balut eating people were really in charged of this city? I would imagine all the fishes gone in the Avon. Bigger malls would be littered everywhere. And the smell of asian spices would fill the air.

On the other hand, I would imagine that Christchurch would have been more progressive and bigger with all sorts of businesses being put up.

But the question is would you like a bigger Christchurch. Er, I think I would like this city the way it is. And if I crave for something Asian, I can always fly to Auckland.