A polaroid picture of Goldy in all his magnificent glory.
Two moon cakes (One pandan, one i don’t know what flavour, both no yolks).
Two pairs of boxer shorts.
Two pairs of bedroom slippers.
Two bottles of grandmother’s medicine.
Two bags of Julie’s Peanut Butter biscuits.
Three bags of my favourite mini milk balls.
One packet of Mondo’s Vanilla Nougat that travelled from Perth to KL, then to LA, then to Madison.
One bar of Cadbury Chocolate that travelled from Perth to KL, then to LA, then to Madison.
A pair of mittens that fit my puny fingers perfectly (no too-big holes for my pinkies).
One packet of white biscuits that I don’t know the name of that were bought from one of the alleys in Petaling Street.
Did you know? That care packages reflect class privilege?
I know my posts lately have been racially and culturally charged. The thing about the Jen in America is that she’s hypersensitive for a reason.
Her lenses are not clouded, she will call you out on your bullshit. She will also call herself out on her own bullshit.
Maybe it’s the classes that I take as well. In two of my classes, I am the only Asian.
In these two courses, I am completely immersed. In these two courses, I internalise.
In these two courses, is when the segregation and discrimination is magnified.
It’s a milestone, really. When your classmate comes up to you and is aware of their own privilege, it is monumental.
It’s a milestone, really. When nobody wants to pair up with the only Asian for group discussion, it is in your face.
Back to my class privilege though.
Maybe it’s the classes that I take that are bloody ‘white’ for a reason.
With class privilege, with white privilege, comes the privilege to take the classes I take.
It is either I stick out way too much or shrink too much in a class.
The thing about Jen in America is that she’s focused on debunking the myth of meritocracy.
The thing about Jen in America is that she’s focused on reclaiming the word ‘yellow’ without othering anybody else.
The thing about Jen in America is that she’s focused on challenging the rigid social norms that impede any form of productive exploration.
In the mean time, I will retreat to my familiar well-beaten running path.
In the mean time, I will let my rage and frustration, both cultural and sexual fuel my runs.