"WHAT ARE YOU?"

The looming question that I wait for from every Malaysian I meet. Being a giant tall and having not quite Chinese, Indian or Malay looks, people get really curious and start to interrogate me about my heritage. The fact that they word it so.. eloquently is.. well.. a little insulting. It sounds like I could be a gorilla or some other unidentifiable species altogether. And hello? I don't think we know each other that well? Why is it so important anyway? Why can't I just be Malaysian?

PS: I surprise myself by having no reaction towards working on Christmas and New Years. *_* Either it's because my family and John are not here or I am a workaholic. I think it's the former =P