Yesterday, a Chinese guy asked me a weird question,
"Where were you born?"
I went through a momentary lapse of "wtf" moment, because I knew that if I were to mentioned that I was born in some tiny village called JB in Malaysia that is very near to Singapore, you would not have a single clue where I was referring to. So, my tiny brain started to process how this conversation would go, suddenly I realised! Oh! it's one those questions that I would receive every now and then from Chinese about "returning home", my blood started to boil, every tiny veins of mine started to go berserk till the point that they would kill each other and eventually kill themselves,
but outwardly, I remained calm, it was obvious that few seconds of my inner struggles ate up a period of time that caused the uncomfortable silence, I answered,
"Malaysia. I AM MALAYSIAN!"
The innocent Japanese guy beside me was startled by my firm voice and started to back-up a little, leaving some safe distance for secondary escape plan if something wrong happened.
"What about your parents?"
This time, inside of me went crazy!
We were all born in Malaysia, my parents, my grandparents! In fact, my parents speak no single word of Chinese, they are the so-called "banana" in Malaysia meaning skin is yellow but inside is white. I speak the language because my parents thought that since we are speaking English at home so why not let us learn Mandarin too? and so I spent 11 years learning the language. So don't bother asking me when am I gonna "return home" to China, because I just went back home (MALAYSIA!) last summer holiday and I had a blast, I know no one in China and I definitely cant call it home and it's absolutely absurd for you to "request" me to "go home". Totally idiotic!!!
but I still answered calmly and too calmly almost to a instance of serenity,
"Malaysia, so does my grandparents if you are still curious."
I only have the guts to speak my thoughts in blog than shooting that person directly. Booo!!
or maybe it's all in my thoughts that how an innocent question would have been escalated into my imaginary fury, it's just that I was asked about "returning home" too often that it simply made me phobia and irritated.
"I go home every summer, thanks for asking."