Second-rated Citizens

Back when we were young and clueless, it was so easy to get immersed in something and really work hard at it, because you hope that it will get you to where you want to be. I’m not sure about you, but I started off as a young idealist, eager to see what the world had in store for me and clichéd as it may sound, the world was really my oyster; if only I worked hard enough and made the right moves. Everyone has probably realized it that it is just simply not the case if you live in a country that preoccupies its time harping on quotas; in various forms-education, economic, socially. A country that discriminates you because your ancestors, many generations ago, were businessmen who held economic power; and only because they had worked hard to get there. Look at us now, the second-rated citizens. I know some people reading this will think, why get so hung up? But have you ever honestly look at the situation we are in, and think logically, without making any excuses? People are always saying “it’s not so bad here lah”, “you just gotta get round the system”, “it’s not always greener at the other side”. How many of your second-rated citizen friends are leaving this country? And what are they leaving for? Let’s not be naïve and think that other countries will NOT discriminate us just as how our citizens of our tanahair did. I won’t but I somehow think that elsewhere, I can work hard and have better hope and maybe even have equal chances of fighting for a piece of that pie. For it truly sucks having to live here, in my tanahair, having all these transparent discriminations shoved into your face, and being a second-rated citizen- we’re expected to swallow it. Either you do that or you get out of here. Lately, the latter doesn’t sound all that too bad.