Truth is stranger than fiction.
Well, not exactly stranger, but probably weirder, and full of funny coincidences and contradictions. Consider the following:
I have a mother and a father, and a stepfather and a stepmother. I have one brother (same mum same dad), two sisters (same mum different dad), and one brother sister pair (same dad different mum).
I hate all vege that starts with the letter ‘C’ – cucumber, cauliflower, cabbage, carrots, but I love coleslaw (cabbage + carrots).
I was the only kid in our standard six class who had never been to the museum (so meng-embarassing-kan).
In school, I used to speak Malay like a Chinese speaking Malay (and I’m a melayu, malunye).
I have no gallbladder and no spleen.
My husband and I have names that begin with the same letter.
Our mothers were both born on the 2nd of July.
My great-grandparents were bestowed the titles Sir and Lady respectively.
After 28 years of age, I finally tried eating a manggis last year.
Full of contradictions, I am.
After all, I’m a work in progress….