Gone were the days, when my world was colour blind.

Urged by me good buddy and blogging friend; anfield devotee, I'm gonna reminiscent about those by-gone days during my childhood where the only damn colours most I could see was just red, white, blue and yellow on our "Jalur Gemilang."

I am thankful for a fact that i grew up in a small town area and during a time when things were so much more simple and innocent. I studied in the same Methodist school from age 7 to 17, with classmate from all over the place in Sitiawan, Perak; Malays from the kampungs, Indians from the estate plantations and the Chinese from the town areas. They are all the same to me and I didn't even think i understood what the fook racial tension is all about. The only thing i cared about was going to school to hang out with my friends - being mischievous, disturbing the girls and play sports.

I started noticing the real world during my late teenage years when my inquisitive mind started to dwell more into politics. Can't be help by the fact that my entire clan was supporting the "rebels" and me dad even worked as a campaign worker once. Being transplanted to the city from a small town make you grow and wise up pretty quick.

The internet revolution and information age really opened my eyes to a lot of hidden truths about Malaysian society as a whole. I learned the term "yellow journalism" during my American education system days in college. Well, it's not as bad as that but "selective reporting" and "sugar-coating the truth" is not exactly the kind of ethical journalism you come to expect as well.

The truth hurts and to use "scare mongering" to basically swept everything under the carpet and have it explode right in front of our faces in this critical time in our nation is bloody frustrating and disparaging. Sometimes i wonder are we kidding ourself or blinded by hatred and misunderstanding.

I have not have any serious racist remarks hurled at me or had any unfortunate racially link events happen to me. Then again that doesn't mean I've not uttered some racist remarks when i talk to my own race or have some uttered behind my back. Come to think of it, even though the remarks could have been spur of the moment comments or jokes, it still doesn't make it right.

The tragic thing that saddens me is how a young kid with a carefree and innocent mind grow up into one that has racist tendencies. Has the education system failed to integrate us? Has the mentality of all the races changed at all after 50 years of independence? Has the "scare mongering" tactics come back bite us by making certain people feel more superior that the others? How did one race ended up feeling oppressed and inferior while the other superior? These are just some of the questions that need dire answers for all of us Malaysian to progressed as a united nation.

What we see now is just a distorted and sweetened view of the facet of our society perpetuated by those in power to make everything look neat and tidy. The core of the whole society is crumbling from within. It's time to wake up and smell the coffee, take stock of ourselves and work together not against each other.

If only i could return to those days when things were so simple and i could hang out with everyone with the skin colour of the rainbow without a care in the world. Anyone remember the Petronas ads in conjunction with the 50th Independence Day celebration featuring those kids?

Sorry AD, i deviated abit from the "muhibah" theme for the discussion. This is my take and my thoughts on the whole thing as a whole.