Where's the 1Malaysia??

Do you know what it feels like when you tell someone what to do; they do it but only for a minute?
Well, truth be told, that’s what actually happened here yesterday. One minute, they were like “Okay, we’ll do it.” And the next, the opposite happened.

Gotong-Royong was on yesterday. As always, SOME of us woke up late (example: ME). We gathered at the mosque for a brief introduction from the Head Warden. What to do at the respective hostels and what to do around the campus.
Basically, we were asked to clean up our hostels (including the toilets) for one hour, which is from 8:00 to 9:00 a.m. After that, some of us have to help each other in tearing off the roof—and I mean TEARING OFF—of the motorcycle parking space. The wardens wanted to replace the roof with a new one. Well, basically that’s what we did.

Warden: Make sure all is cleaned, shoes to be put on the rack, no rubbish on the corridors, and HELP each other.
The rest: Yes, sir.

Can any one of you guess what happened?

Shoes were on the rack—CHECK
No rubbish on the corridors—CHECK
Help each other—A VERY BIG X!
Call me a racist, but where are all the Chinese students? Where’s the 1Malaysia that our beloved Prime Minister is so proud of? WHERE?

The toilets, who cleaned them? Please la, OK! No offense, but you didn’t even flush the toilets, and you expect US to CLEAN UP YOUR MESS?
Once you are done, FLUSH LA! Or do we need to conduct a course on “HOW TO USE THE TOILET CORRECTLY: FOCUSING ON FLUSHING”?

Shoes... Don’t let me start with this. Warden said put them on the racks. What happened five minutes after that? SHOES ARE ALL OVER THE CORRIDORS. No boots on the banisters... The next minute, they’re back there! THE PLACE TO HANG UP YOUR LAUNDRY IS THERE FOR A REASON. And anyway, there are a lot of other places where you can dry your boots. NOT THE BANISTERS!

I’m done talking here. What’s the point of saying when there’s no action taken?

With all due respect,
Hafiz Khairuddin