Yes i agree wholeheartedly,back when i was a sprightly young lad in secondary school,the school then i went to was a SAP school,there was barely a Malay or Indian in sight,the school was as pure and aryan and chinky as the handsome smartly uniformed boy scouts in hitler youth with their handsome aryan haircuts.even though i was a chink surrounded by my fellow chinks,i always felt deprived and isolated of my brethen abangs' companionship.whenever i sing the national anthem in melayu,a tear would roll down my cheek.it felt as though i speaking the language of our land,that the spirits of our forefathers was speaking through me when i uttered those malay syllabus.
being a good chinese student,i was always jealous of our abangs' guitar skills,i heard those were legendary stuff and chicks dig that shit.
whenever i could i would challenge the limits of authority in school by leaving the top two buttons of my shirt unbuttoned,my collar popped out and my shirt untucked,while wearing a DR dre headphones while holding a cd player(this was in the early 2000s before the ipod) while lipsyncing to my favourite malay rock song "isabella" even though i had no idea what the words mean.most chinese kids were listening to their dumb chinese pop songs but this was the shit.of course the happiest day came when i was offered the chance to study 3rd language at the MOE language center.i had a choice of german,japanese or malay.most people will ask malay wtf?why is malay even on the menu?but
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