This morning, after morning prayers, we were reading the after-prayer when my dad turned to me and said, “Now Alia will be reading the CNY prayers in Chinese.”

And i was like, “Huh?”

Abah: No, we should get Matin to do it. He says he’s Malay-Chinese

Okay, technically, this is HALF true. Coz my Mums DAD is the original Malay-Chinese. My Mums MUM is Chinese. So this makes my mum somewhat 3/4 Chinese, and since thats the majority, she’d be Chinese.

My Dads a whole chapalang of Indian-Malay-Chinese-Indonesian-arab blah blah blah.

Its very confusing.

So i asked him, “What are we really then?”

And he’s like, “Well, its how we live, what we speak, what we eat..etcetc.”

And I’m like, “But we eat EVERYTHING. And we speak ENGLISH most of the time. And we don’t live like typical Malays, so…”

I think about this time he gave up cause he just went, “True..”

(Okay, actual conversation did not go this way, but the GIST of it is there…)

Speaking about eating, we had BRUNCH at 9AM (thats what my dad said. He said BRUNCH, means we’re not having lunch), and BRUNCH consisted of CHINESE FOOD like Lao Mai Kai, Chee Chong Fun (or however you spell it) and chinese popiah which non of us really like but my dad has a penchant for for some reason. I don’t understand why cause I think its next to tasteless.

We had doughnuts and danish on the side with chocolate spread for dessert.

(Just so you know, my Mum likes Indian food…..)

AND SO, after breakfast, we started talking about a whole mess of subjects somehow got onto the topic of Mary Magdelene and Jesus and the cruxifiction and the Gospel of Barnabas and Judas the Traitor and whether or not (in the christian sense of it) do children who die go to heaven because according to Christianity, you need to have felt the blood of Christ to reach salvation etc etc.

I would go into detail but I’m not about to start some heated religious discussion on my rest week, SO.

Oh, and tonight, I’m going for reunion dinner at my Grandmas place. My Indian Grandma.

Such is life.