Aug 4, 2008



Current mood: exhausted and helpless

Today I am going to blog about a superb unfriendly, terrible and helpless Malaysian story that happened on me.

Yesterday after work, as usual, I’ll walk to JW Marriot hotel to look for my mum. Essentially she will park the car over there waiting for me. Thus, I will give a call to my mum after my de-brief session, but who knows my iphone automatically switching off due to low battery. HOWEVER I still managed to read one single very last sms from my mum informing me that she has reached JW Marriot hotel. So what am I waiting for ?! of cause fast fast get my ass down larh. Normally I will spot my car from far but yesterday I can’t see my YELLOW ATOS at all. As all of u may know, how striking is my cute little ATOS. And yet I can’t reach my mum so I quickly looked for a telephone booth. I asked around at the JW Marriot and Starhill’s front desk attendance/guard/manager/passerby for the nearby telephone booth but they just point here and there without giving me clear information, I’m walking around like a MORON in the street due to all the misleading information. -_-lll *sweat betul*

Luckily there is a guard who notify me that I can make a call at the 7 eleven, which is just next to the Starhill. So I speedily rushed into the 7 eleven just like a SPEEDY GONZALE to make a call, who knows the worker over there TAK PAHAM ENGLISH -_-lll and insist me not to stand near the counter as I will block the customer, so I try to stand a little nearer to the counter seeing that there’s a telephone at the corner and yet they ‘shoo’ me out too.

So the only thing that I can do is to borrow passersby’s handphone. I’m helplessly look around for a helpful person but just they walk past me without lend a hand, shaking head, showing sign language, avoiding me, staring me like a mad woman and bla bla bla sooner than I finished my word. At this point, not only I feel frustrated, I feel helpless. And, of course, the overtones of helpless fear carried over into the day. Finally, there’s a lady who willing to lend me her hand phone but disallowed me from touching it -_-lll Never mind, as long as I am able to make a single call after wandering around for 30 minutes *sobz* I looked up at her, desperate, helpless, and showing the fear in my eyes (Lol! Sounds so ‘kua cheong’ hor ?!!? but this is the only expression that showed on my face for the whole pitiful evening . Finally, she allowed me to hold the phone and talk to my mum personally. The details varied but the feeling was always the same: terror and helplessness.

No wonder, Malaysia have been listed as the completely unfriendly, terrible and helpless country as most of the Malaysians were so unfriendly, helpless, rude and uneducated.

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