Monday, July 30, 2012

112. we are not racist!!

just out of curiosity.. and this thought has been bugging me for a while now.. why is it that when a big group of Chinese or Indians walking together or talking among themselves deemed racist? why are they seen as people who only hang out with their own race? but on the other hand, it is deemed normal or common when Malays sit in a big group talking among themselves? Chinese and Indians are expected to sit or talk with people of another race to show that they are not racist. But it is perfectly acceptable when Malays sit and talk among themselves.

No doubt that the Malays are the majority and they are not as many Nons to sit with in the class. But this scenario still happens when they are the minority in the classroom. Wouldn't it be unfair then to say that the Nons are racist just because we sit with people of the same race? Have you even reflected that on yourself? Why do you expect us to mix around when you are obviously not doing the same?

I don't even understand why anyone would want to raise this issue. Aren't we all Malaysians? Why do we even have to fill in what race we are in forms or anything like that? We are all Malaysian. There is only one race in Malaysia. So much for the One Malaysia Policy!! It is such a failure!!

Saturday, July 21, 2012

111. a place where blood boils..

after 3 years, i am back in this place..
a place where it is filled with lots of memories..

i was first here 5 years ago..
and not much changes have happened since
except for a better looking toilet,
a room with mosquito netting..
that's pretty much all the changes in 5 years..

i dreaded the idea of being here..
i packed last minute..
just few hours before i started my journey here..
just to be rebellious..
which was useless of course..

cleaned and carried my things to the room..
a few rounds of climbing to the third floor..
exhausted, tired..
and frustrated because of some inconsiderate and brainless people..

the very next day...
i was literally kicked out of my room..
the reason was extreme lame..
so much for a 1 Malaysia!!

again i have to clean the room and carry my things 
to another block..
to the third floor..
what a great exercise!!

2 days here was enough to make my blood boil..
i'm pretty sure my blood pressure went up as well..

some lecturers were sincere and happy for us..
others were just waiting..
for a chance to attack us..
to criticise..
to condemn..

but sad to say..
they never got their chance..
for we were still us..
the changes in us made us more mature..
and we were more aware with our surrounding..
for we know this place and people too well..

my one week here has been a rather tiring experience..
i hardly have time for myself anymore..
when we were forced to attend unnecessary and ridiculous activities..
my week here and i'm already longing to be home..

Lord, please give me the strength and the patience to deal with everything..
for i am weak and tired..