If I was born and bred in
But I was born in
Over the years, I have had the “not bothered” attitude when it comes to my nationality. To me, I’m in
I won’t lie and say that I’ve never made a racist remark myself. When I was growing up, I was subjected to, at times, really disparaging remarks about my skin, my eyes, and heck, even my very existence. Never accuse me of being a racist. I hate everyone equally.
Racial harmony? Never heard of it.
It has been said that with the country’s current political situation and other whatnots, a number of people have talked about immigration in order to escape. Escape from what exactly, I’m not sure. I have heard of people citing reasons such as the many hiccups in the judiciary system, the lack of unity among the races, our RM5.68 (!!!11LOL11!!!OMG) cup of Americano coffee as catalysts to jump ship. I for one wouldn’t mind working in another country. In fact, I don’t mind if I had to work in another country for the rest of my work-able life, but when my bones start to ache and I develop a belly the size of a small manatee, I would love to come back, and ultimately, finally settle down.
I may hate it from time to time (which right-thinking Malaysian doesn’t?), the people, the road, cashiers, contractors, salespeople, but home is where the heart is. You can call me unpatriotic. I just call it as it is. Today, the country celebrates its 50th year of independence. I, on the other hand, will celebrate my “freedom” on the 3rd of next month. Now, that’s more meaningful to me.
Happy 50th Birthday,
Here’s to another (un)glorious 50.
This is Chris, signing off.
PS: Exam is next Monday. Wish me luck, guys and gal. I’ll bring them with me.