This place I work at, although far but it makes me see things differently. 
I was sent to rawang for a total of 5 days, working in a chinese sundry shop.
‘zap foh dim’ we chinese called it.

I’ve never been to rawang, no idea how this place looks like.
This place is called serendah, a small town. Somewhat like my hometown.

If you’ve ever been to kl’s sundry shop and if you ever notice, most of the time chinese shop will only have chinese customer. Malays go to malay’s and indians goes to indian’s.
Of cause not to say all their customers are of the same kind, but mostly.

However, it’s different here. Very different.  You see malays and indians walking in all day to buy their groceries.
This is not pure seller and buyer kind of thing.

They will chat and tease each other no matter the race. I even saw a malay talking in mandarin, how impressive.
Sights like this makes me smile.

They’re all friendly people.
Chinese, malay, or indian, we just smile to each other.
For a moment I feel this one malaysia thing going on.

We’re all malaysians. I love being a malaysian. I like speaking malay too. This place is special.
Our country is special. Who cares bout the colours?

In fact, a lot of times I feel that we 3 races can get along quite well.
I don’t know, I’m happy that way.
Cant quite imagine my life not surrounded by them.

I know how sometimes it just slipped our tongue when we speak.
‘stupid malays… Stupid indians… Cina tak berotak…’  but it just came out that way because we’re piss mad at whoever that stupid tak berotak who so happens to be a malay or chinese.

We cannot just generalize things that way, though I know we humans tend to.
But afterall we’re all living under the same country. We all eat nasi lemak and goes to oldtown.  

It’s never about race, it’s about that specific human being.  
Some people are racist but not all of us are like that.

I hope malaysians can just stay strong and maintain what makes us so special.

Peace is all we need.