I'm inclined to say something about the state of affairs here in Malaysia, but I can't help but think that I'm still a little too naive, idealistic and hopeful for my own race. It's a Malay problem, and it probably always has been. We're sensitive to the point of irrationality, too reactionary and too boxed in under the delusional umbrella of so-called religion that we fail to see common sense. 

It's frustrating to see how pervasive and persuasive the influence of conservative Islam is in Malaysia. Sure, there are the outspoken, progressive types who call for understanding and pragmatism in the face of unrelenting modernity but there is a vast, unspoken majority that still views the world with skepticism and fear. Middle Malaysia, or rather the Malay Middle Class, is fractured. We are caught between the admiration and loathing of Western culture. We are schizophrenic and fear for our own cultural survival. We are paranoid. 

We have to step back and really see who we really are in order to move on. It's worrying that we are still mired in these issues which in any other progressive country are seen as non-issues. But the reality is that Malaysia remains a peculiar social experiment, and one that is continually reacting with itself and fluctuating between states of progession and regression. We are a nation of immigrants, and we always have been, and the sooner everyone realises the futility of cultural dominance of one race over another the sooner we can move on and create something worthwhile together.