Gender in Malay Societies

I ran down the corridor to my classroom.

AS1, 02-01.

It was a weird location.

"What is this place!!!" I screamed as I flew down the alley, but my voice echoed back to none but me.

There were no humans in this entire floor of the building.


I reached my classroom, and there were spider web threads on my face.

I kid you not.


I sat down in the classroom and removed my specs to clean off the web.

When I put my specs back on, I was startled.

Looking around quickly at all my classmates, I loudly asked,

"Where are all the guys!?!"


17 students taking this module.

16 girls.


This was going to be an interesting semester.

And I was going to make the best use of it.


I turned around to the girl behind me and introduced myself.

"Hi, I'm Justin," I said.

She giggled, then there was an awkward silence.

Finally she smiled and said, "I'm Justina"


When the teacher asked a question, no one answered.

She looked at her class roster that had our faces printed on it.

"I'm going to start calling names," she threatened, "although all of you seem to look the same in these small pictures."


I was the first to answer.

"You must be Justin," she responded.

"How did you guess?" I replied.