Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Eurasian .. Are you sure?

I was waiting in front of the Mini Post Office in 7th Mile this morning, dressed in my office wear, when a Malay lady walked up to me and asked "Kitak jual karpet ke?" (Do you sell carpets?). Kitak dari kedai XXXX ke? (Are you from XXX shop?). I was flabbergasted. I said no, I don't sell carpets, I am a lecturer at Unimas. She looked at me for a while, and then said, "Kitak sik ada kawan yang jual apa-apa ke?" (You don't have any friends who sell things do you?). She had this face of disbelief, like I lying to her that I was not selling carpets.
Ha Ha Ha. Assumptions.
When I was courting my wife, her sister and the people in the village would warn her to take care against this "Tambi" (Indian).
When I was in Hamilton, I got stares and people even walked up to me and spoke Spanish.
Others were quite usual to me, Arab, Afhgan, Indian, Punjabi, some sort of Mediterranean person, and the like (depending on the length of my hair and beard at that particular time).
Even my brother (a priest at that time) got stopped at an airport after 9 11 as they thought he was an Arab (He had a beard and long hair at that time).
That's the price we have to pay for being Eurasian. I am neither European nor Asian. And it creates a lot of funny incidents...and presumptions and assumption by others. Sometimes funny, sometimes painful.
Now, please do excuse me while I go and shave... Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
Ernest
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