Yesterday after talking(well sign talking) with my mum.I found out my heritage. Apparently my paternal grandpa is singh and my maternal grandma is boyannese. According to my mum, my paternal grandma is effing hot and pretty and she's very fair...hmm that sounds familiar :p. And knowing my maternal grandparents. My grandpa is bugis and my late grandma is arab plus javanese and who she herself was effing hot and pretty and very fair too. So now I'm pretty much convinced why I'm very fair( and maybe even pretty...haha..ok I get it...humble pie..). So in a way I can now tell people I'm part Arab,Singh,Bugis,Boyan and Jawa and the genealogy of melting pot seems to be SO heterogenous that I ended up looking chinese.Bah humbug.
Yesterday I pretty much spend my night texting people basically the bestfriends about how I hate being called and said to look like a chinese. Coz honest to God though I admit there might be a lil resemblance, I don't see my features as very chinese. Yes I'm fair and I have small eyes. But other than that, I see myself as mixture of races/ethnicities(sociologist will know why I put this). Mixed in a sense who has a jiwa melayu. Also because I told Isnan how to get malay guy like that. Of course him knowing me asked what if I get a cute chinese guy....errrrrrrrrr.....and I can't believe I replied this, I want a Mat...better a mat than an ahbeng. Of course what I was trying to convey is that isn't it easier to marry someone of your own race/ethnicity. Of course if my jodoh is of some other race/ethnicity, I won't tolak la. Coz I believe in what He has destined for me.But if possible, you always wanna bring that guy your mum will approved of immediately and by large that would probably be a darker(well darker than me duhhh)tone guy with double eyelids.You get the drift?
And as one thought lead to another, I ended up crying myself to sleep yesterday.
Jeesh.
Hanim