The quiet race

We are indeed living in a Malay World, where words don’t come easy, where dissatisfactions are swallowed but remain undigested in the stomach of fellow Malay men and women, although the pain of indigestion leaks out through the pores in the form of soft small group ‘let-go’ conversations and gossips, like the acrid wind that leaks out of the arse. Isnt UiTM the place where the best of the intellectual Malays exist, where we should profess verbal supremacy in expressions?