Lately, I've been trying 200% to be color-blind. I treat every staff as equal (which I always do) as I see human beings and to blind myself to stereotypes. I'm proud of myself so far. Though there are times when passers-by cast me a you-work-with-the-Malay-people questioning look on their faces. And so I thought.
Despite of that, I'm a word-sensitive. The opening statement literally carry some weight of racism. If only you could treat me as Malaysian, I wouldn't be hearing that statement blurted out in front of my face. I don't mind being laughed at with my Sabahan Malay dialect, or at my Malay sentences that bear some Mandarin accent.
Because I understand ignorant people. Encountering them, I particularly better off to save energy, and laugh along.
For some reasons, I miss Penang, I miss uni life. Maybe I just miss the island where we spent time. And you've been to my school. I just miss my room, the little private space I'll never own and not belong to me. Back to that routine I'll only gain more discipline being morning person, and well spend me time. Gosh, I really know how to treasure my me time.