“Why do you worry in your difficulties? Be strong in me; look to your God in your most troubled hour, and you will be triumphant.”

I feel like another round of cafe therapy. It’s a bit awkward for me now that it’s the fasting month for the Muslims. I was once in KL, a few years back, for a short trip and it happened to be the fasting month. I was starving by the time the plane touched down, so as soon as I could, I went to the nearest fast food outlet and bought a meal to go. As I sat and ate, while waiting for a cab, I noticed people staring - no, not just those that were fasting. A young Chinese boy, pointed and me and asked, “Pa, why is she eating?”

Oh dear Lord. They all think I’m Malay. What was I thinking, eating publicly like that?!

Now, I’m working where there is a Muslim majority. It just occurred to me that I’ve never been in this position before.  I went to a Catholic school, then a private College and then I was whisked overseas. Back home in Kuching, people don’t bat an eyelid because they can tell that I’m a Dayak - can’t say the same for the communities in the Peninsular. I’m often treated like a novelty item when they realise my identity.

Oh well. Gotta live with it.

In other news,

I’m working out a plan for something I’ve always wanted to do.

It is quite scary, taking the plunge like this.

So many questions, running around.

Here we go.