I looked at the mirror just now at myself. I still don't get it.
1)One night last week, just some days before the general election of MPPUTP(Majlis Perwakilan Pelajar Universiti Teknologi Petronas), a guy came knocking on my door. The first thing he said was not about why I should vote for candidate, but..
He: Are you a chinese? (A look of surprise he gave me.)
Me: Yea.. (Shouldn't you be promoting a candidate, holding papers and stuffs in your hands?)
P/s: Out of 6 candidates, 5 will be choosen. So why do they have to come for the few nights, disturbing people door to door? Kiasu people. They even gave notebooks and choki-choki to bride us.
2)Yesterday at Programming Lab 2. The lab assistant/tutor asked me, are you a malaysian? He's just curious, I think.)
P/s: Man, this is too much!
3) Today at v6 cafe. The cashier uses English for the first time to tell me the price and erm..everything like that happens to foreigners only. But not to my friends.
Do I look like a Malaysian? A Chinese?
This is complicated-ly hard. =D
------------
By the way, I just knew my 1st sem results yesterday and it was better than expected. Surely, God guided me. Thank God for the results!!
No comments:
Post a Comment