Coupla times, a few mainland Chinese girls came up to me, speaking Mandarin and I’d have to go, “Sorry, I don’t speak Chinese.”
I thought to myself, “Gosh, where do I belong here?”
Being the only Malay there meant that I didn’t have the comfort zone to get back in and mumble things no one else can make sense of. I realized how small the ‘rumpun’ Melayu really is.
And I missed speaking Malay, I really did. Read the rest of this entry »
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