I Am A Chinese Malaysian

not a Malaysian Chinese. ;)

LOL! I am SUCH an evil sister....that's my bro! HAHA! I made him do that two years ago. XD

It's now three days past Merdeka, I used to see cars putting that little Jalur Gemilang flag up on the car rooves. But no, I didn't see that this time. Worse still, I didn't see that for the past few years as well. When I was a kid, the scene usually fills me with hope, that Malaysians, despite our diversity, are indeed capable of peaceful and harmonious coexistence. It failed to lift my spirits this time. We've been told of the 1Malaysia concept, but I think we don't need to be told to be united. We've come such a long way -- 53 years that it should already be established in our hearts and minds that we ARE united. Unfortunately, you can still see racial discrimination and polarization. There is still this ethnocentric view that the Malays are the dominant group and their rights must be protected, and non-Malays are forever the outsiders. Sejarah exam was held today, and yes, I know very well what Keluhuran Perlembagaan is. I recite that at every single official school assembly. If anyone is to be blamed for highlighting and widening the racial divide among Malaysians, it is the politicians who do so for their own selfish ends and the handful of little Napoleans in the civil service.

It is splendid and indeed a fascinating sight watching Indians eating with chopsticks, or my Chinese friends and I eating roti canai + DHAL CURRY =DDD with hands. It is heartwarming to see all three races who are of different religions and creed mingle with one another without the slightest hint of awkwardness or apprehension when in each other's presence. I feel sad thinking of how hard our forefathers have worked to build our beautiful nation of people, cultures and heritage only to see its progress and development being threatened by male donkeys (jackass). For the 1Malaysia concept to succeed, I think the government should stop with the race politics. It's exhausting, seriously. We grew up with application forms asking us to tick our race. We should stop depicting a negative image of the other races, stop thinking about "us" and "them" and focus on "we" and "our". No one should be made uncomfortable in their own home. I am neither criticizing Malaysia nor complaining about Malaysia. I just want Malaysians to know that we are free from natural disasters, we have a place to stay, food to eat, and most importantly, education. We are much more fortunate than people who live in poverty, like people in some third world countries.

身为90年代出生的年轻人，8月31日这天对我来说只不过是一天假期。我不能拼凑历史的碎片，因为我所知道的历史，仅仅是从课本读回来的。我没有经历过第二次世界大战，而日本军，英国殖民，共产党。。。一切都任凭我想象，选择我所要相信的。我透过婆婆及爸爸的口述，摸索着50年前的事迹。我爸爸是个超级亲中国的人，他从来都不会为"Negaraku"肃立，反而会为《义勇军进行曲》肃立。当我在拼命为李宗伟喊加油时，他却在我背后拼命为林丹喊加油。=.= 我婆婆逝世时享年79岁，她是一位走过历史、见证过这片土地成长记忆的老人家。每当她向我述说日军侵马，她剪光头躲在割胶园，每天吃番薯或木薯，更曾亲自目睹日军不分男女老少虐待人民的残暴行为时，我都听得津津乐道。她也跟我述说过五一三事件，当时他们男的就组队巡逻，总之几个星期都过着心惊胆战的日子。可见得我们这些9字辈的年轻人是多么幸运。一个马来西亚的精神，就只有喊口号吗？不管怎样都好，无论以后我去到世界的哪一个角落，我都会骄傲地说，我来自马来西亚。

我是马来西亚人，可是不是马来人。我是华人，可是不是中国人。

我爱马来西亚，只因为 -- 家，在马来西亚。=)