Urgh
Work work work. Tap tap tap. Eat eat eat. If someone had told me how tedious corporate life would be, I would have shot myself after I graduated.
Ooh, snap. Yes, I went there. After years of self-delusion, I finally admit it. Malaysia is a third world country. Okay, not in terms of GDP or infastructure but in terms of acceptance and attitudes. First of all, this place has become so conservative that I wouldn't be surprised if 10 islamic fundementalists suddenly stormed the governement demanding for Sharia Law. Oh wait, okay, maybe that went too far but hell, since it's already happened in two states and with the way that these sheltered people can't even view a near-kissing scene in the movie without squirming away and giggling, who's to say it won't happen soon.
Second. I am so sick of pretentious idiots (people at work) who call me Mat Salleh (white person) because I look mixed, speak English with an American accent, dress in a certain style and manner different from theirs. And third of all, I am so fucking sick of getting stopped by the police (once in my neighborhood or on road check-stops) because of the way I look and dress thus I must be either an illegal [those Filipinos and Indonesians are taking ar joobs!! (ala Red-Neck farmer in South Park)*pls note I am being sarcastic here] or a lost tourist.
Not only am I getting insulted by my own country men because of the way I do not fit in their categories, I also have to listen to all the hypocrisy coming out of my own fellow country men's mouth. Stop blaming all the illegals for taking your jobs. From the last time I noticed, I saw those Indians and Bangladeshis fixing and installing roof tiles on new housing complexes, working for their wages and not storming the streets looking for cats and dogs to eat. And what do you do, my fellow sons of the earth? Fucking sitting on your asses, smoking 10 packs of cigs while having a few tea drinks with your boys and watching football on the telly is hardly progressive.
I am sick and tired of calling out the people of my own ethnicity but damn mofos, you all are some lazy ass, nosy ass RACIST motherfuckers. Stop judging people because of their demeanor or their hair or the fact that they don't cover their hair or want to wear long-sleeved shirts. It's 120 degrees outside motherfucker, what you want me to die of heatstroke? SHIAT.
And FUCK THA POLICE, you ignorant, corrupted sons of bitches. Seriously, these people deserve a special place in hell for all the retardedness that abounds from that civil sector. Useless, useless, useless.
My workplace is another factor. Not only is it in some district that used to be full of jungle and farm land, they have now converted some space in the middle of uncivilization for office spaces. I told myself, "you know, I can handle this. I've always wanted to work in Africa. Working here wouldn't be like that but hey, I'm not gonna be a snobby urbanite". I was dead wrong. It's not the fact that we're in the middle of nowhere. It's the fact that we drive god knows how many miles to get to this place, nearly get into accidents from passing motorists and nearly run over a stray dog or two, and ending up getting stopped by the police at a road block nevermind the fact that we pass through that same damn road block for the past 2 weeks. I have to go up to my depressing "office" and listen to my nice but pretentious General Manager who shoots my ideas almost everytime I open my mouth. How lovely. Why ask for others' opinions when it's so noticeable that you like listening to yourself talk? Plus having to deal with the conservative members of the building just makes me go 'hmmmm'.
I'd say more things but I fear that I will get an aneurysm.
For now, it's a Fuck U to my fellow Malaysians. Let's see how it goes one more month later.
Ooh, snap. Yes, I went there. After years of self-delusion, I finally admit it. Malaysia is a third world country. Okay, not in terms of GDP or infastructure but in terms of acceptance and attitudes. First of all, this place has become so conservative that I wouldn't be surprised if 10 islamic fundementalists suddenly stormed the governement demanding for Sharia Law. Oh wait, okay, maybe that went too far but hell, since it's already happened in two states and with the way that these sheltered people can't even view a near-kissing scene in the movie without squirming away and giggling, who's to say it won't happen soon.
Second. I am so sick of pretentious idiots (people at work) who call me Mat Salleh (white person) because I look mixed, speak English with an American accent, dress in a certain style and manner different from theirs. And third of all, I am so fucking sick of getting stopped by the police (once in my neighborhood or on road check-stops) because of the way I look and dress thus I must be either an illegal [those Filipinos and Indonesians are taking ar joobs!! (ala Red-Neck farmer in South Park)*pls note I am being sarcastic here] or a lost tourist.
Not only am I getting insulted by my own country men because of the way I do not fit in their categories, I also have to listen to all the hypocrisy coming out of my own fellow country men's mouth. Stop blaming all the illegals for taking your jobs. From the last time I noticed, I saw those Indians and Bangladeshis fixing and installing roof tiles on new housing complexes, working for their wages and not storming the streets looking for cats and dogs to eat. And what do you do, my fellow sons of the earth? Fucking sitting on your asses, smoking 10 packs of cigs while having a few tea drinks with your boys and watching football on the telly is hardly progressive.
I am sick and tired of calling out the people of my own ethnicity but damn mofos, you all are some lazy ass, nosy ass RACIST motherfuckers. Stop judging people because of their demeanor or their hair or the fact that they don't cover their hair or want to wear long-sleeved shirts. It's 120 degrees outside motherfucker, what you want me to die of heatstroke? SHIAT.
And FUCK THA POLICE, you ignorant, corrupted sons of bitches. Seriously, these people deserve a special place in hell for all the retardedness that abounds from that civil sector. Useless, useless, useless.
My workplace is another factor. Not only is it in some district that used to be full of jungle and farm land, they have now converted some space in the middle of uncivilization for office spaces. I told myself, "you know, I can handle this. I've always wanted to work in Africa. Working here wouldn't be like that but hey, I'm not gonna be a snobby urbanite". I was dead wrong. It's not the fact that we're in the middle of nowhere. It's the fact that we drive god knows how many miles to get to this place, nearly get into accidents from passing motorists and nearly run over a stray dog or two, and ending up getting stopped by the police at a road block nevermind the fact that we pass through that same damn road block for the past 2 weeks. I have to go up to my depressing "office" and listen to my nice but pretentious General Manager who shoots my ideas almost everytime I open my mouth. How lovely. Why ask for others' opinions when it's so noticeable that you like listening to yourself talk? Plus having to deal with the conservative members of the building just makes me go 'hmmmm'.
I'd say more things but I fear that I will get an aneurysm.
For now, it's a Fuck U to my fellow Malaysians. Let's see how it goes one more month later.