And quite frankly, IT IS DYING! I knew my great grandma was a nyonya, but it didn't occur to me that I was one too! Which I blame my grandma for this, because for as long as I remembered she has never:

1) worn a kabaya for special occasions

2) cooked peranakan dishes

3) spoke baba malay

The only peranakan possession in the family are my grandpa's furniture, and her self-sewn beaded heels which she gave to me when I was a kid. Something which I'm very happy about, because at least I have something to hold on and pass down to my child. But other than material goods, no real values or traditions have been passed down to the next generation.

I admit, I wouldn't have been bothered about this under normal circumstances. But this trip to the peranakan museum got me thinking about my roots. I know I can always be the one to learn more about peranakan culture and revive it again... But it's different. Nothing beats learning from your elders and knowing that their actually proud of their culture.