Duality

I'll get straight to the point this time and leave the shit till the end, sounds like a plan eh?

Last Saturday at Bukit Bintang (KL's Orchard Road, not the hidden LRT in SG), I saw something very nice happen...There was this old Chinese man who wasn't really physically capable of crossing the road without being car fodder and I saw two Malay guys helping him to cross and stopping cars that were getting a bit too close. I thought that was really nice to see in a country frequently perceived to be racist. And I wanna point out, those two guys looked just like your average Malay guys meaning they aren't some 'upper-class' Malay or something like that. This is to contrast with what I experienced yesterday while coming back into KL.

Early morning at the JB customs, I got checked by this Malay lady whom I suspect might be half-Chinese or something due to her name which I shan't disclose here. Well she did the right thing of stopping me to check my huge luggage cause I think I look like a criminal nowadays haha. Well anyway, that was fine, it was her stupid questions and seemingly racist attitude that pissed me off.

First of all, when she asked me what was inside the box in my luggage I told her they were CDs, used ones at that. Ok she made me take them out and then starts asking dumbass qns like my nationality, making me take out my passport...AND one of the stupidest questions she could ask was "Where did you buy all these?"

I mean like, where else would I have bought it man? If I bought it in Malaysia would I be bringing it in and out? If I bought it outside of Singapore and wanted to sell it for a profit why the hell would I bring it into Malaysia to sell!?!? Not to condemn the whole population but I'm pretty sure most of the people staying in M'sia DON'T buy original stuff down here. Especially PS2 games. Sheesh, original PS2 games practically don't exist here (they do but it's really retarded to take so much effort to find it when the pirated ones are just jumping in your face everywhere else). Nvm, after she was finally convinced that I wasn't going to do anything illegal she let me through and guess who was the next guy she stopped? Yes, a Chinese man. In the meantime she was just telling every other Malay traveller to go through.

In conclusion I'd like to say that it's good I still remember the name of this 'hardworking' lady and it's sad that I don't know the names of the two Malay guys who helped the man. If I see that lady AGAIN during another of my trips and she wants to try that same shit again I'll give her an argument she'll wish she never had...my fury is unleashed (I'm copping YJM here :p)