Last Friday, I was in a taxi on my way to Bangsar. As is usual, the taxi driver looked at me through the rear-view mirror and asked, "What are you, ah?"
I smiled and said, "I'm Malaysian."
There is a red light so he stopped and turned around to look at me again. He said, "I mean, what is your inside?"
I smiled again and said, "My inside is also Malaysian".
I understand what he wants to know. He thinks I don't. Exasperated by my answers, he narrows down the options for me, "Chinese? Sabahan? Eurasian?"
I responded firmly, "I was born in Malaysia and so I am Malaysian."
Before he could react, I asked him, "What is YOUR inside?"
Confidently he declared, "I'm Chinese; born in Malaysia." So I said to him, "You are Malaysian and your inside is Malaysian". He smiled and is amused. I am, too.
We had a lovely chat all the way to Bangsar. He thanked me for being so friendly and I thanked him back for sharing his thoughts.
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