I used to be from a vernacular secondary school. Everyone looks the same, and is the same. We speak the same mother tongue, share the same culture and think in the same way. But the world is much wider than what I used to think of.
In the group assignment of my minor course, I have this opportunity of getting to know with H, a very wise Malay lady with her own interpretation of life, and Y, a mainland Chinese guy with his own vision and dream. By conversing with them, I realise that I have been a frog in the well in my 21 years of living.
I will definitely miss them.
