Your Malaysia Isn’t My Malaysia
Go and read it in its entirety, but here are some excerpts:
We call ourselves Malaysian but when we come over to West Malaysia, we might as well be aliens in hostile land.
We don’t understand your hangups about alcohol.
We don’t get why you can’t build religious buildings that aren’t mosques without hassle.
We don’t see why you’re always in a hurry to get everywhere and drive as if you’re the only one who wants to get home. Why you won’t wait for the pedestrian to cross when we do that all the time.
We don’t understand you at all. And that’s a shame.
Because we don’t need National Service to teach our youngsters to hang out with each other. We know that tolerance isn’t ‘Saya tak kacau kamu, kamu jangan kacau saya’ (I don’t bother you, you don’t bother me)
We’re just sorry that you still haven’t figured that out after 52 years of so-called independence.
I'm sorry, too. We could have achieved so much, if only we had our priorities right.