Are you a Chinese?
Ed warned: This is a VERY LONG post, don't READ it!!!
I’ve been reading someone’s blog from the beginning to the current post. That person has changed so much. I am not going to dwell on it (as it’s none of my business). And I won’t advertise the blog here because this is my blog. I don’t want to give any air time to other people’s blogs nor do I want to talk about them here in my blog.
This is my blog, so what you read here will be about ME ME ME and ME only!!! I’m a god damn narcissist. Hahaha! And I love me!!!
Okay, today I want to tell you a story about ME (of course me, who else can it be?!) Hehe.
You see, when people first look at me, they will ASSUME that I am a non-Chinese or probably a half cast and then they will ask,
"Are you a Thai, a Nyonya, a Kadazan or are you mixed?"
(Haha!!! I think it must be my pretty eyes, honey tanned skin and slightly accented English!) ;p
I’m not sure if that’s a common pick-up line among the blokes or what. Or they are really curious about my identity and my background. Since they like to ASSUME so much, I also ASSUME that it must be the latter and that they want to know more about me. *wink wink*
So I will answer them in my sweetest tone, batting my long eyelashes, smile and displaying my dimples with the greatest effect,
"Ok, let me see, where should I start, huh?! Oh yes, my paternal grandmother is a Nyonya + Thai, my paternal grandfather was a Chinese + Japanese. And my maternal grandmother, she is a Korean + Indian, my maternal grandfather was a Chinese Myanmar! So you tell me, what am I?"
A bloody ASIAN laa cheebye!!! Kanineh MCH!!! Do you need me to give you my blood for testing or not?!
It really makes my blood boils when people ASK if I am a non-Chinese or that I could be a mix of this and that. I am no ROJAK okay?! I’m a pure Chinese. And don’t you know that NOT ALL Chinese have chink eyes and NOT ALL Chinese have see-ghost kindda pale fair skin, OK OK OK???!!!
I don’t know how many times in my life that I have to inform and confirm with people again and again that I’m a PURE Chinese. Including today, a new MALE staff asked me,
"Are you a Chinese? You look like a mix of Thai or Chinese or something."
After I have said "Yes", he tried to argue,
"Are you SURE that you are a Chinese?"
This is so depressing. It’s Friday and he has just spoilt my mood for the weekend. Lovely. And, I have decided that I am definitely not going out for lunch with him today (no matter how cute his arse is).
And there was this one time when I was in Thailand, the Thai people started to blabber in Thai with me when I visit their stores.
And another time, when I was younger (still a kid in kindergarten), dad used to pick me up from school everyday. And one day after picking me up from school, dad drove us to a nearby petrol station to fill up the tank before heading home. The petrol attendant took one look at me and straightway asked my dad if he got a Malay lady for wife.
Even when I go for interviews, the interviewers will question if I’m a pure Chinese or not, because of:
"Why? If I say I’m a non-Chinese, you are not going to give me your peanut-paying job issit?!"
But of course I held my tongue.
This is why I have decided that from today onwards, if anyone questions my identity AGAIN, I’ll say,
"Yes, you are right. I’m a half cast." Or
"Yes, you are right. I’m a half Nyonya." Or
"Yes, you are right. I’m a half Kadazan." Or
"Yes, you are right. I’m a half Thai." Or
"Yes, you are right. I’m a TOTALLY MIXED UP ROJAK!"
And I’m definitely not a Chinese. Are you happy now? .|.
I’ve been reading someone’s blog from the beginning to the current post. That person has changed so much. I am not going to dwell on it (as it’s none of my business). And I won’t advertise the blog here because this is my blog. I don’t want to give any air time to other people’s blogs nor do I want to talk about them here in my blog.
This is my blog, so what you read here will be about ME ME ME and ME only!!! I’m a god damn narcissist. Hahaha! And I love me!!!
Okay, today I want to tell you a story about ME (of course me, who else can it be?!) Hehe.
You see, when people first look at me, they will ASSUME that I am a non-Chinese or probably a half cast and then they will ask,
"Are you a Thai, a Nyonya, a Kadazan or are you mixed?"
(Haha!!! I think it must be my pretty eyes, honey tanned skin and slightly accented English!) ;p
I’m not sure if that’s a common pick-up line among the blokes or what. Or they are really curious about my identity and my background. Since they like to ASSUME so much, I also ASSUME that it must be the latter and that they want to know more about me. *wink wink*
So I will answer them in my sweetest tone, batting my long eyelashes, smile and displaying my dimples with the greatest effect,
"Ok, let me see, where should I start, huh?! Oh yes, my paternal grandmother is a Nyonya + Thai, my paternal grandfather was a Chinese + Japanese. And my maternal grandmother, she is a Korean + Indian, my maternal grandfather was a Chinese Myanmar! So you tell me, what am I?"
A bloody ASIAN laa cheebye!!! Kanineh MCH!!! Do you need me to give you my blood for testing or not?!
It really makes my blood boils when people ASK if I am a non-Chinese or that I could be a mix of this and that. I am no ROJAK okay?! I’m a pure Chinese. And don’t you know that NOT ALL Chinese have chink eyes and NOT ALL Chinese have see-ghost kindda pale fair skin, OK OK OK???!!!
I don’t know how many times in my life that I have to inform and confirm with people again and again that I’m a PURE Chinese. Including today, a new MALE staff asked me,
"Are you a Chinese? You look like a mix of Thai or Chinese or something."
After I have said "Yes", he tried to argue,
"Are you SURE that you are a Chinese?"
This is so depressing. It’s Friday and he has just spoilt my mood for the weekend. Lovely. And, I have decided that I am definitely not going out for lunch with him today (no matter how cute his arse is).
And there was this one time when I was in Thailand, the Thai people started to blabber in Thai with me when I visit their stores.
And another time, when I was younger (still a kid in kindergarten), dad used to pick me up from school everyday. And one day after picking me up from school, dad drove us to a nearby petrol station to fill up the tank before heading home. The petrol attendant took one look at me and straightway asked my dad if he got a Malay lady for wife.
*.|. x 100000000000000000000000 trillion*
(Farkiu. Don’t laff. It is really that bad, OK?!)
(Farkiu. Don’t laff. It is really that bad, OK?!)
Even when I go for interviews, the interviewers will question if I’m a pure Chinese or not, because of:
- My look. (I have a pair of big round eyes, each with a dark brown iris that looks like a swirling mesmerizing chocolate pool. And I also have honey tanned skin that can make any Mat Salleh JEALOUS!!!)
- My English is good. (And most Chinese ARE NOT supposed to speak any good English with a foreign accent!)
"Why? If I say I’m a non-Chinese, you are not going to give me your peanut-paying job issit?!"
But of course I held my tongue.
This is why I have decided that from today onwards, if anyone questions my identity AGAIN, I’ll say,
"Yes, you are right. I’m a half cast." Or
"Yes, you are right. I’m a half Nyonya." Or
"Yes, you are right. I’m a half Kadazan." Or
"Yes, you are right. I’m a half Thai." Or
"Yes, you are right. I’m a TOTALLY MIXED UP ROJAK!"
And I’m definitely not a Chinese. Are you happy now? .|.
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