Once a upon a time, in a not-so-far away lane (yes lane, not a typo), there was a plant (fancy name for a factory) called BNE (not real name). There worked a simple lady, lets call her Ah Soh (not her real name), who worked as the only Pantry Lady in the plant.
She has the best job in the plant, preparing tea/coffee for the management's morning meetings, taking care of the little pantry, and.. umm.. making more tea/coffee. She was dedicated and very possesive of her workspace that she often chased away others who were using pantry for washing and cleaning mugs.
However, she has a rather queer way of choosing the people she'd like to bar from using the pantry, most often, she preferred those who spoke the same language as her, in fact, at times even offering services (washing mugs... dont get ideas) to those of the same skin colour.
I was at first pretty friendly with her, those occasional smile or acknowlegdement at the corridor, because that the most human way to be, but heck, she turned out to be weird at times giving a ridiculous stare even if you are smiling at her, and then a few times of telling me to use the water cooler instead of the pantry, i decided thats it.
What I expected to be ethnic harmony, is definitely not practiced among the locals here, much different from our locals back home... and really, I cant name one particular ethnic group because all of them have certain attitude on others. Is that what they mean by diversed culture in my resident country? People of diversed cultures living divided lives?
Seriously.. that is sad...
Back home I have best friend who is chinese, can converse with Malays in the most local Malay dialect and tamil friends who have taught me the wonderful vocabulary of the language, and that is what we call masyarakat majmuk hidup harmoni (diversed society living in harmony)!!
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