Woohoo, I'm typing this away in Kiki's hostel room in Sunway campus, Malaysia. How awesome is that! Ok, so the story is, I made an impulsive (and I mean this well) decision right about two days ago, probably 1 ish or 2 am on Monday after Khai and I got chased by a cat (this is another story altogether, gonna skip this). An impulsive, spontaneous decision to follow Kiki back to her campus and bunk into her hostel room, and to relive what Nuurun and I did exactly a year ago. And the best part is, when Kiki's friends asked me how long will I be staying here, the only thing I could say is, I don't know. Haha, I'll go home whenever I feel like, so we'll see! So we just reached here 8 pm, bumped into few of Kiki's friends and drove us for dinner. Cool medicine students. Ok ciao.
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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