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Setengah Cina :)

Semua orang pada Sin-Cia an, jadi sepi neh kantor. Tapi masih ada yang akses file di server. Jadi penunggu server deh ... hehehe ... Buat yang merayakan Chinese New Year, Gong Xi Fat Chai yak :) ! May u all have a wonderful and prosperous new year.

Omong2 tentang Chinese New Year, seumur2 aku belum pernah merayakannya secara khusus. Dengan statusku yang half-half, setengah Jowo half Chinese ini, aku gak punya kultur yang sangat2 kuat. Memang seh, I spend most of my life with my father's family, yang Jawa itu. Tapi kalau dibilang aku Jawa banget, perasaan gak juga deh hehehe ... aku bahkan baru lancar ngomong Jawa setelah SMP, waktu kami sekeluarga pindah dari kompleks perumahan ke sebuah kampung yang desaaaa banget ... hehehe. Sesuai dengan tuntutan masyarakat di sekitar, akhirnya bisa deh ngomong Jawa. Sebelumnya bonyok selalu membiasakan diri kami untuk ngomong dalam Bahasa Indonesia.

Temanku beberapa hari yll nyeletuk, "Kamu kan Chinese Mit, kamu apal 12 shio gak :D ?" What? "Aku kan cuma setengah Cina hahaha" belaku. "Kalo gitu paling gak harus apal 6 shio dong " ... hahaha ... temenku nih maksa banget yak.

Yah, harus diakui, that's me. Seseorang yang gak punya latar belakang kultur yang kuat. Tapi so what gitu lho :p ? Kadang-kadang aku menganggap semua yang berhubungan dengan adat (Jawa maupun Cina) is too complex, ribet, nggak praktis. Gak cinta budaya banget ya :D Hehehe ... mungkin iya, aku lebih suka kepraktisan. Gak pusing dengan adat, aku Jawa atau Cina. So, kalau ada yang nanya kamu suku apa? Hmmm, to tell u the truth aku gak terlalu suka dengan pertanyaan itu. Tapi namanya orang nanya, ya aku dengan senyum manis akan jawab, I am half half. Half Javanese, half Chinese. Bunglon ... huehehehe ....

*dedicated buat semua teman yang half-half :p*

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