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Oh no you didn'tJuly 20, 2010
RACISM
It's something I cannot, and will not, stand for. It's disgusting. Really.
I think it sprouts from the mentality that a race is superior than another. And let me just clear the air: that's not true. No race should be put on a pedestal; no race is worth any less than another. Nobody should be treated any differently because of where they come from. Nobody should be in the position to form any premature ideas of an individual because of their ethnicity or nationality. Nobody should feel any less worthy because of ignorant people.
I am literally ashamed when I see/hear/know of Malaysians who show prejudice to those who are different from us. In my opinion, it occurs due to lack of education and exposure to other cultures. It's even more sad when people don't even realize what they do!
See, the truth of the matter is, we influence others, just as others influence us. This means that we are all educators. We can all be role models! We have the responsibility to open as many people's minds as possible because well, people sort of rule this world. So theoretically, more open-minded people means less ignorant children. Less ignorant children means better future. Better future means world peace! Okay, maybe it's not that easy.... but I hope you can see how important education, acceptance and tolerance is, and how one thing can lead to another, therefore we should try to make changes for the better, not for the worse.
Photo by Chui Yie, image is linked to her blog
I wish we could all get along like these gummy bears!
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BRAAAPJune 17, 2010
Today was bittersweet--more bitter than it was sweet. The sweet part was that I took the last of May/June exams! Too bad it wasn't much reason to celebrate, as it was my most unsatisfactory paper >.<
However, that wasn't the worst. I woke up this morning to see a text from Sister Dear telling me that our cat, Kumbang, died :'( If you knew him, you'd be teary-eyed too. He was the most endearing cat that we've had: totally tame, always playful and the perfect size for cuddling. It's such a shame that Sister Dear, Dani-pie and Chickadee only had the pleasure of knowing him for one week :( Even within that short time, Dani-pie grew very attached to Kumbang. I hate when either of my youngest siblings are sad. Anger, frustration, embarrassment.. that's fine. But sadness is not something children should know.
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June 6, 2010
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If you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at allJune 1, 2010
If someone is different from us, we should accept them for what and who they are. If we like them, fine. If we don’t like them, fine. Either way, let’s not go to the extremes of obsession or rudeness. It doesn’t matter if they’re worldwide celebrities or the rich bitch from school. People are people, just like you and I. It doesn’t matter if they’ve said something mean to us or insulted our cultures. We can stand up for ourselves without offending them. It doesn’t matter if everyone else is doing it. We don’t have to conform if it means stooping to their level.I say we because it’s something I see almost everyone doing, myself included. By making fun of someone because of something they’re born with, be it a big nose or an unusual voice, aren’t we insinuating that it’s okay to mock their skin colour or ethnic background? Maybe that’s a stretch... but doesn’t one thing lead to another?
Just because we don’t like someone, doesn’t mean we have to hate on them.
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My bones ache, my skin feels coldMarch 21, 2010
This blog post will contain no smileys, no pictures, no jokes. I just want to let this out and maybe feel better.In two days, I went to two hospitals for two entirely different reasons. Thankfully, there's nothing wrong with me, though I can't as easily say that for others.
I was definitely taken by surprise at the gravity of the situation. I played with my fingers nervously while glancing up at the the sign that read "HDU: High Dependency Unit". Then I saw him.
At the time that I was supposed to be strong, I couldn't hold back my tears. One look at the bandages across his chest, the wires in his arms, those eyes so similar to my father's... I couldn't stop myself, as much as I wanted to. I was desperate for a topic of conversation, but he had turned away from me. I thought I'd hurt his feelings, but I looked up to see him trying to give me a box of tissues. He was trying to console me. It wasn't supposed to be that way. Then he too held a tissue to his eyes, which almost broke me. I wanted so badly to touch him, reassure him that everything was going to be okay, but I couldn't speak. I motioned for my sister to give him my parents' regards. I would have given anything for my father to be in my place. After moments of silence, I'd controlled myself enough to tell him my brother was going to visit my parents the next day, which led to me offering to bring my brother to him. That ended our word-deprived conversation. When I salam him goodbye, I fought back a new set of tears at the touch of his cold, cold hands.
I left the room with my heart in my throat. I can't imagine how scared he must have been before the surgery. I wish my parents could have been there instead of me. They would have known what to say...
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