I Smell Blood

These two days have been awesome. Yeah. Awesomeeee, mannn!

Sorry, today is hate-the-American-accent day. More on that later.

As I was saying, these two days have been pretty good to me. Results are out. And with that I can finally slam shut a book that has been annoyingly open for a few months now. Literally and not.

Secondly, I was having problems registering for the new term online. And today, the hitch/glitch magically disappeared. On its own.

So I'm all registered. It doesn't take much to make me happy.

Aweesommmeee, mannnnnn!

Darling neighbour woke me up today. She asked me to please accompany her to Malaysia Hall (sorta like an informal embassy in Dublin) for a meeting with the new students, and as she didn't want to be there alone (she was representing the UCD Malaysian Students Association), she asked me to tag along.

Pretty cool, I thought, as I had nothing better to do anyway. Plus, an opportunity to check out fresh meat. Yummy.

Or so I thought.

Darling neighbour tricked me. She knowingly lied to me. Cibai. She dragged me along to a meeting of new students, alright, but it was a meeting of new MARA (certain government body, sponsors students of a certain race) students.

I was the only Chinese guy in the whole bloody place. It was a fucking nightmare.

I'm no racist. I'm just saying it was weird. It was, you overtly-judgemental fucker.

Some of them stared at me like I was an exhibit in the zoo. Some were trying to figure out whether I was really Chinese. Maybe I was just a very yellow Malay kid. Some tried to be nice, coming up to make small talk and shit like that. Appreciated, guys. And darling neighbour deserted me to go make sandwiches in the kitchen or something.

Bloody hell. Thanks lah, right.

It was fantastic when they started prayers, I assure you. I didn't know what to do. Of course, the respectable thing was to bow my head through the seemingly unending prayer recital, but I have to tell you, I was tempted to cup my hands and join in as well. That, or jump around screaming Merdeka! Merdeka!.

Why? Heck knows.

It was much later when we had to introduce ourselves. When I was doing so, I heard someone whisper in the back: Tulah.. Tak nak percaya. Sudah beritau kat hang, dia bukan Melayu. Nama Cina tu!

Funny.

When the whole thing ended (exhale), I found myself bringing the sandwiches and bihun that the neighbour was slaving away on to UCD for the new students. Different set, this one. The usual, multiracial set.

Meeting freshies is always fun. As always, there will be a few whom you warm to right away, and there will be the fucktards whom you just love to hate.

Sorry. Truth.

The whole accent-hating was brought on by one particular freshie. Obviously put on, poorly pulled off. I so love posers. Fuck.

I'm off, then. A new issue of Time just arrived, haven't gotten around to starting on it yet. Night, awesomeee people.

This entry was posted by tsh, on Friday, September 09, 2005. You can bitch back.