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Take a Look At My Name

Have a good look at my name and it might tell you a little bit about why the recent Rohingya refugee situation might hurt me a little. If any of those people on the boats were one of my ancestors, I might not be here today. Turned away, shunned and deemed society's trash and burden.

Yes, many of Malaysia's citizens are from other countries. We were from China, we were from India and we were from Indonesia....and many other countries lah, for that matter. But what this writer had right was that, my ancestors were NOT from any of the abovementioned countries.

People from Indonesia, China and India had a status...or second-class status, depending on where you came from. My ancestors came from this 'trash' country. We were relegated to just 'others'. I have long complained about this 'status' given to me because when I was a child, I thought I was balardie Chinese. I desperately wanted to be Chinese, I mean, I speak Hokkien and Hokkien is kinda Chinese, right? No? Don't quality?

Fine. We live like this then. Others. It is a form of acceptance.

While it is true that Malaysia had long 'tolerated' this influx of 'trash' people like my ancestors and me, would it be different if we had blonde hair and blue eyes? Many of these 'trash' people make something of themselves here, robbing our own citizens of jobs that we won't take anyway.

McDonalds, KFC, Ah Kow Restaurant, your favorite Char Kuey Teow stall, beef noodle food truck, floor sweeper, toilet cleaners, grass cutters, gutter cleaners, security guards, whatever....these jobs, would we take it, anyway? No, we are too educated for that and we would rather pay them nonsense to do it for us.

These 'trash' people. So desperate.

They should go to school, learn English and Maths and Geography or whatever and make something of themselves. Oh, wait. My ancestors were given the chance HERE in Malaysia.

But, whatever lah, they should make something of themselves. On the boats or whatever. These 'trash' people should just do something on their own and not bother other countries. Like we do not have to deal with GST or nonsense companies making ridiculous purchases and Pandas from China or something. We got problems, OK?

Take a look at my name. If any of my ancestors were on those boats today, I would not be here writing this stupid post.

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Rant, over.

I pray for mercy, medical aid and urgent refuge for these people,
From the bottom of my heart,
XOXO,
Marsha

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