When Malay Hates Malay

Yesterday, I went to the computer center of campus after getting tired of slow internet connection at my room. What was interesting to me, there I befriended a Malay girl. A short simple meeting that led to our acquaintance.

The fair-haired girl at first asked me the password to log into the pc (which is 123). Starting there, she kept asking about me. Maybe she thought that I was being friendly to her. For sure, I answered all the questions even it was too personal.

Actually I was there to register subjects for next semester. The computer center was too crowded since all students were in their rush to get the exact section for their respective subjects, including me and that girl.