Ok I'm seated at some corner in the computers in the school library so I'm not overly conscious of people seeing that I'm blogging instead of doing school-related things. Is 15 minutes till french lecture. Just had a good BK meal while catching up with fadiah (love talking to her!). Just ended abnormal psych mid-term test, and I really have no comments about it though it's do-able but am uncertain of answers. Which is why MCQs are bad, and I abhor negative-making scheme. Since I don't check my nus email very often, I just saw this email about local exchange to SMU/NTU and I'm very much interested to go to either universities during year 3 semester 1! It's not as costly as overseas exchange although experiences will be limited since I'm still in the island of Singapore. But I really wanna know how it feels like to be in other schools, particularly SMU. Anyway, I foresee that the next 3 days will be busy for me since I've a 2000-words paper to write before midnight on Monday. I have to start and complete all my webcasts and catch up with readings again. Such vicious cycle! Other than that, I really want to read those chick lits, catch up with tv cos the cable has access to all channels free for a week only! Movies! And eff it, I haven't shopped for what seemed like ages.
This is difficult to write, but it's definitely an important one amidst all the conversations we've been having lately. Growing up being brown/Malay wasn't easy, especially when it became ingrained in me that having a darker skin tone by default, is less desired than fairer skin tones. In childhood, I couldn't recall having to endure comments about my skin colour. Thankfully amongst children, these values ascribed to lightness and darkness didn't yet come to the fore. This consciousness became more obvious since secondary school. And it was tough and painful. I've been in a sports CCA since secondary school and I couldn't really avoid not becoming tanned. What hurts the most was even my peers at that time would make comments about my skin colour without even realising the damage caused from these words. These comments I recall, were sometimes made under the guise of humour. I was called 'budak hitam' (literally means 'black child') and even ...
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