Being a banana (yellow-skinned, white insides), I concluded, is preferable to being a durian (prickly outside, mushy inside). At least that's what I tell myself anyways.
For the n-th time today, someone commented that I was a banana. I don't think he meant it in a deragoratory manner, but in an unguarded moment, he spoke what was in his heart. He wasn't the only one that thought so either, my closest friends liken me to being that way and honestly, I don't really care. I have gone past the point of caring lah.
What's the use spewing all those Chinese / Malaysianese buzzwords in perfect intonation when all they do is conceal an already Westernised mind? My friends ask me that. I ask myself that. Maybe in time, being a hybrid banana would be fashionable... who knows...
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