Monday, September 22, 2008 Y 8:41 pm

yuck.
Ew, I don't mean to be rude or racist towards my own people, but, stupid mats annoy the hell out of me. Well, maybe not just mats, but immature, uncivilised, unsophisticated melayu guys in general. Why bother me? I have rights as a citizen, so just screw off, I can do whatever I like, so shut your trap. Ugh, burn in hell.

Then I started to browse through my really sleepy love life. I've never had relations with any melayu (oh god, melayu guys are so scary okay,) with the exception of my childhood sweetheart who I've known since primary two, and even so, he was half chinese (very cute boy, shorter than me. He had mr goh's surname lolololol!) And then I got involved and naively fell for an ex-victorian indian guy, and then a very very handsome chinese boy haha. I've told Nadya countless of times that I'm terrified of boys of my own race, unless they can speak english and are able to behave maturely and they're from some smart school like RI or something.

(Actually for this PSC camp there was this RI malay guy who went to AJ then to SP and he talked to me a lot a lot but I was too dumb to realise he was hitting on me. wth. brilliant guy though, I love our short intellectual conversations. actually while i was asleep he crept up to me and stared down to say good morning, which left me almost dead from the shock. haha wth why am i talking about this.)

Oops pardon the disgression. But why why why do I find myself like a misfit among the malay community? And why am I afraid of my own people?! I need some malay therapy. My bahasa melayu is terrible, honestly. And if I'm sitting in a public transport and I hear people conversing in bahasa, I assume they're like so gangsta hahaha. And I have no idea how to ask for forgiveness this hari raya. I can't convey myself in bahasa! I'd be like, 'Mama, maafkan ah-na. bye bye selamat hari rayer.' Then I'd proceed to opening the hong bao and grinning to myself.

Why are people from my community so notorious. Sometimes I just want to hide my face and wish I could change colour when I hear them blaring freaking techno throughout the whole bus. I'd like to end this post with what I've heard a group of melayu boys from my school say, 'eh go hisap your bird-bird!'

ROFL.

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