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Fiji is called "Viti" in Fijian.
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Shailendra was a Fijian East Indian in my Grade 6 class. We shared a camp cabin in Galiano Island, along with others, including my Taiwanese friend Tom.
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"Moli" means "orange" in Fijian. My neighbour has this name. She is Fijian.
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My Fijian neighbours' daughter has been on vacation in Costa Rica for some time now. Their family is a mix of Chinese and East Indian. Their daughter was married to a black Caribbean and has a son and daughter from him. So, her children are Mongoloid-Caucasoid-Negroid-Australoid hybrids.
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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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Years ago, my Fijian neighbour would wear a colourful wraparound "sulu" around his house and yard.
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In the morning of the 5th of March of 2022, I ate at the pizzeria and drank iced black tea at the cafe, where Rob with now long brown hair, with a black sweater and orange worker pants, entered to greet me and Don, sitting at separate tables. A brown man in a white T-shirt and sleeveless black vest came to get coffee, his muscular arms writhing. I spent a minute in the woods. As I approached my house, I waved to Derek my Filipino neighbour in a green tracksuit, his mesomorphic silhouette showing. In the sunny afternoon, going back to the pizzeria, I saw, on the other side of the main road, a whole Jewish family with children, all wearing Sabbath synagogue attire. I waved to Gurpreet the Sikh at the gasoline station. At the pizzeria's front, a thickset bicyclist in black parked and locked his bicycle. I ate a pizza slice and drank a cold diet cola. Northbound, homebound, I could see the snowcapped mountains. Near my home, I waved to my Fijian multiracial neighbours, the grandson Darius and his grandmother Moli, whose name meant "orange" in Fijian.
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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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Moli my "grandma" neighbour on Lulu Island has big fig trees in her backyard, and she delicately trims her front yard shrubs in the shape of stumpy circumcised penises, reminding of the old movie Caligula about ancient Roman times. She is Fijian of mixed Chinese and East Indian descent. She looks just like a Japanese woman. "Moli" means orange in Fijian.
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My "grandma" neighbour Moli, a Fijian of mixed Chinese and East Indian descent, has grandchildren Darius and Jewel, who are part black because their father was a Caribbean black. So, the grandchildren have all Mongoloid, Caucasoid, Negroid, and Australoid ancestries.

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.

My Fijian neighbours like me practicing writing English. I said, "But your Fijian sounds more beautiful!" Fijian is related to my native language, Tagalog.

Abraham my neighbour is the son of Moli, a Fijian of Chinese and East Indian descent, and Leong, a Fijian of Chinese descent. Abraham arrived in Canada at the age of 14, whilst Isaac his brother was 8, and Sandra his sister was 4. So, Abraham, over six decades old now, still has good memory of Fiji. He still knows some Fijian, but his siblings do not. He learned to speak Cantonese for his wife's family. In Fiji, he knew some Hindi from friends.

Today the 21st of August of 2022, my neighbour Moli Wong, who is of mixed Chinese and East Indian ancestry from a previously Fijian nationality, now on Lulu Island, gave me, for dinner, roti with green beans and eggs inside. It's East Indian cuisine. She's thinking about what I said to my mother yesterday: Mexican and East Indian cuisines created similar foods in independent, parallel development. Somewhat related is my thinking that things living and non-living in other worlds may have parallel evolution, also. There may be life human-like, bird-like, horse-like, tree-like, grass-like, etc. on other worlds from parallel evolution. Another theory relevant is panspermia, in which biological bits seed other worlds from outer space.

Wearing grey-black track pants, a bright red Nike-logo T-shirt, a red-and-white bucket hat, and colourful flip-flops, I attended the party of the Wongs' next door, as they celebrated Moli Wong's and her son Abe's birthdays around this time, the 27th of August of 2022. They both have Chinese and East Indian ancestries, as the daughter Sandra, whilst they all have a Fijian-nationality background. Also from Fiji, Moli's husband Leong is Chinese. Sandra's son, Moli's grandson, Darius, who has also the added Negro ancestry, a resulting quadriracial then of Mongoloid, Caucasoid, Negroid, and Australoid, has just got a job in a big boxing warehouse facility, thanks to connections with our Greek-Cypriot neighbour George, whose wife is the Japanese Chika. I talked mainly with Chika in the party in our encoded Japanese-English. The sashimi from Banzai restaurant were really "big." One of her daughters was there, whilst the other was "shopping in Metrotown." I know that they speak Japanese. I really enjoyed Moli's duck curry and chicken curry. It was a fabulous feast, here on our Lulu Island.

Native Fijians are Melanesians, a kind of Australoid people, but they speak a Malayo-Polynesian language, perhaps adopted anciently from islander neighbours who were not Melanesians. My neighbours, the Wongs, who are multiracial from Fiji, know a bit of Fijian. They like learning English, but I say to them, "Your Fijian is much more beautiful!"

Today the 6th of August of 2023 has been a fabulous day here on Lulu Island to do with my Fijian neighbours, the Wongs, who are partly Chinese and partly East Indian. Moli the grandma has given us about a dozen green figs from her backyard trees. (Incidentally, her name means "orange" in Fijian.) In return, Mama has me give them Swiss chard and three green poblanos, grown by my elder brother Fernando in Vancouver. Moli has given us her exotic cooking. In Moli's kitchen, her husband Leong and she are watching a Sunday church television show. I know that the Wongs are Catholic, but the show is not. In the corner of Moli's kitchen is fully decorated with Fijian masks, etc., which intrigue me, being an art collector myself. I talk with her grownup kids Sandra and Isaac. The Wongs resemble Japanese to me. Sandra and Isaac will be visiting Western Europe in September. Sandra and Moli have previously been to Greece. I recount my experience there with amazing whitewashed buildings with blue roofs. I say to them that some Japanese fantasize to live in a Mediterranean village. I say that some of my Greek-Jew ancestors from Greece settled in Panama, so I have relatives there today. My great-grandfather instead went to the Philippines. Sandra has visited Costa Rica. We agree that tourists should not be so "snooty" and should learn some of the local lingo. Such makes friendlier relations. I go home to make "horchata de arroz" or rice drink mix from El Salvador, given by my elder brother.

A sunny day it was, this 30th of April of 2025. I walked several times to Tim Hortons café, here on Lulu Island, to enjoy various teas with oat milk, a Classic Lemonade, and a Turkey Bacon Club Sandwich. I went also to Starbucks café to enjoy an Iced Cherry Chai with oat milk. My Filipino friends, the baristas Anna and Jam, were there. At home, my family received a guest from Kenya: Moko. We talked about Swahili—or Kiswahili. She said that in neighbouring Zanzibar in Tanzania, one spoke a prestige dialect of Swahili. I recounted my fantasy of one day visiting Zanzibar. "Why not a safari tour?" she added. Yes, such would be nice, too—the fun countryside! Kenya is like the Philippines, we agreed, as many people might speak a local language, a regional language, a national language, and an international language. At home, in my bedroom, I could hear my Fijian neighbours, who are Cantonese, East Indian, and Black Caribbean in blending, chatting away!

This 7th of May of 2025 started with grey clouds in the morning but became a summery sunny day later on. On my 5th walk this spring to the Roman Catholic church on St. Albans Road, I saw my Fijian neighbour Moli weeding her lawn, whilst she was not trimming her shrubs shaped like small fat phalluses. As she liked "controlling plants," I suggested to her about the art of bonsai. (Her name means "orange" in Fijian. Moli is a Chinese and East Indian hybrid.) I went on to the church. Today's Wednesday, so the main worship hall and the smaller Adoration Chapel are almost empty. Besides that church, I like visiting the Buddhist temple on Steveston Highway. Today, in a long walk, I trudged towards the Mormon temple on Williams Road. I saw some small parks with tall trees. I peeked inside the Mormon temple for the very first time. Elder On introduced me. He is a Cantonese that speaks also Mandarin. He is one of a team of missionaries that cater to Mandarin-speakers, here on Lulu Island. Later after walking more, I had Classic Lemonade at Tim Hortons café.

Before dawn, I was walking around and around the clandestine neighbourhood cul-de-sac. I was observing the dark sky with illumined clouds. The cul-de-sac is one of my other temples. In the sunny morning, I did see Marian my blonde British neighbour. She was dressed in green, as I was. She remarked how the air still felt cool. Her husband Martin is an Anglo with some German blood. Later, I greeted Sandra my Fijian neighbour, who is three-quarters Chinese and one-quarter East Indian. She was married to a Caribbean black, and has two hybrid children, Darius and Jewel. It's the 22nd of May of 2025.