I believe I have a rather unique face. The Malays frown when I wear skimpy clothes, because they thought I am one of them. The Chinese thinks I'm lying when I tell them my name, when I'm really one of them. And strangers talk to me because they are dying to know what race I am exactly. Well, I'm gonna give you 9 hints of what exactly I am:
3. Chindian? (Chinese + Indian)
4. KaDus? (Kadazan + Dusun)
9. Or African American?
So, what's the verdict? And in the end, does it REALLY matter what race I am? So what if I'm a Malay, can't I eat butter chicken at a Chinese restaurant? So what if I'm a Chinese, can't I hang out with my Malay buddies? So what if I'm a KaDus, can't I not like to eat bosou (fish & rice jerky)? So what if I'm Brazilian...wait, hold that thought - hm, that'd be pretty awesome. 'Coz in the end, I'm just like you - Malaysian.
Hm, methinks I make the perfect poster girl for Najib's One Malaysia notion.
But if you really want to know what I am, I'm just a proud spawn of my Hakka father and Hainam-Kadazan mother.
But then again, since I don't look either like them, I must've been an adopted Malay-Indian-Chinese-KaDus-Philipina-Japanese-Brazilian- Caucasion-African American Princess.