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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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1 Malaysia is a government endorsed political ideology that's spreading faster than the plague. I don't hate the concept, nor am I saying it's impossible, but it has a tendency to highlight the segregation of races, especially during orientation week at UM. I find it supremely ironic to have 300 fresh undergraduates (re: meat) chanting, "UM is ONE! ONE Malaysia!" while the Malays huddle with the Malays, the Chinese with the Chinese, the Indians with the Indians and the lain-lain with... well actually they seem to mix around quite well, so kudos there.It's hilarious, really. One dental friend once commented that he might pull out from the college dinner because the committee dumped him to a table full of Indians. He probably meant to say, 'Because the committee dumped me to a table where my friends aren't there,' so I didn't take much offense but another friend who overheard the conversation got her fur rather bristled by the remark. Hmm. I'm not all that interested in racial unity, to tell the truth. It's intriguing, and I do feel concerned, but it's just that I've always been more interested in hanging out with people of similar interests irregardless of heritage or skin colour. Isn't it more fun that way? Anime, manga, games, pillows, story books, movies, etc. We share a lot more in common compared to unique rituals and traditions that can be observed but not followed. Of course, individuals and opinions vary as much as the hair on my cats' body. 1M is probably steering Malaysians to a better, harmonious future, and there probably are conclusive results and findings to back it up. I'm probably just being a skeptical paranoid little girl who's trying to run away from the fact that the new sem is starting next Monday. And that my new room is on the highest floor so it's going to be a pain to lug all my stuff upstairs. But I just can't help but remember the time when Cik Rabiatul commented how my friends and I seemed to be the most 'mixed' group of friends (re: troublemakers) throughout the school, and we laughed back at her, 'Teacher, we never noticed that we're different!' because that was the truth. Why notice the difference now? Labels: thoughts |