In this post, I just want to talk a tad about myself. (Not that I’m so full of myself, really. Just a little self introduction.)

If you didn’t know, my name’s Nadine. And almost everyone pronounces that name wrongly. I was told (by Mother) that the correct pronunciation would be Naedin. However, people would call me Nardin. I do have malay teachers and a few malay classmates who call me Naedin. American accented people would call me Nerdin. And I think, a paragraph on the pronunciation of my name is more than enough.

Whenever anyone hears my name, they think I’m malay. When they see me, they change their minds and think that I’m of mixed heritage. When I open my mouth, they change their minds (again) and think I’m eurasian. Actually, they’re all wrong.

I’m chinese. Pure chinese. Not tainted at all with any other blood. My friend, Jun Wei, doesn’t believe so. He suspects I have eurasian blood in me because of the number of freckles I have on my shoulders. He told me that he was going to trace my family tree one day. I wish him luck.

Honestly, I don’t mind being mistaken for a malay or mixed or whatever. In fact, I get annoyed when anyone goes, “Are you chinese?” It’s not that I’m not proud being a chinese. It’s just that I’m so not chinese. I can’t read chinese, neither can I write chinese. I can’t speak nor understand this complicated language either. I admit, I do have elementary knowledge of chinese at the pre-school level.

Ok. I think I’ve said enough so far. It is just a little about me.