The Yorker's Girl from Malaysia talks about home and what it means to her.
The girl from Malaysia discusses the role of religion in life, politics and war.
Over the Easter holidays, I flew 13 hours and 6500 miles (according to WikiAnswers - I flew low cost on an airline called Airasia and apparently don’t pay enough to be privy to details of the journey during the flight, except through the Captain’s muffled periodic announcements, and face it, no one can decipher what he’s saying anyway) back home to tropical Malaysia. I know that was quite a while ago, but I fully blame my parasitic relationship with Procrastination for not writing about it sooner.
Back in the day, journalists believed themselves to be the voice of the people, the platform for an ordinary person to tell an extraordinary story. They pledged themselves to the great responsibility of bringing truth to the public’s eye and of providing unadulterated facts to educate their society. At least that’s what they set out to do.
Essay, check. Practical report, check. Two stressful exams, check. It is officially the end of term!
An insight into university life, from the eyes of an international student.
