There are times when I tell myself enough is enough – I really want to live somewhere else.
Times like today.
I got news about a road accident I witnessed yesterday on my way to work. For some reason, God has given me the spy camera eye for witnessing accidents because I seem to be doing a lot of that in the last year. Or maybe, there are just so many fucking accidents in Malaysia that one just brushes it off, you know…..like taking a dump. Whichever. Whatever.
Yesterday. On my way to work on a Public Holiday, there was a traffic jam on the highway just outside my home. What the fuck. I’m going to be late! As I drove closer, I saw policemen, ambulances, tons of curious Malaysians and 1 dead body. He was an old Indian man in his 50s, black wavy hair, dark grey office shirt with black pants. Sprawled on the ground. Definitely dead. You might wonder why I can describe him or why I even looked – it was because the cars in front of me weren’t moving and in a stationary car, I was as nosy as the next person. I also happen to have a photographic memory.
He didn’t look like one of those psychotic Mat Rempits (illegal Malaysian motorbike racers) who fly down the highways ala Superman with their legs straight back in the air and bellies perched on bike seats. He didn’t look like a burly, rough, Harley rider who drank Guinness and has black leather as skin. Nor was he an innocent, underaged lad trying out his Daddy’s bike unknowingly without a helmet. No. He looked like a decent, responsible man with a decent job and responsibilities. But of course, looks can be deceiving.
It must’ve been a recent accident as they hadn’t yet covered his body as they normally do with dead bodies. Yet I was perplexed that if it had been recent, then how is it there were already 2 ambulances present? (familiarity with Malaysian response time to emergencies, which I hear is miles better than the Indonesians – but that’s another story) So I remember that it is because the nearest hospital to the accident site is only 5 minutes away. But of course…we couldn’t have progressed this fast.
Today, I was told what happened and it really affected me.
Along Jalan Semantan as you come down CIMB on your left and hit the big roundabout and then Jalan Duta? Well, some dumb maggot infested brain fuck (and believe me, there are SOOOOOOO many in KL as I have witnessed first hand and I do not exaggerate) was driving down Jalan Duta from the Indian High Commission direction and realised that he’d missed his left turn into the roundabout. In true Malaysian fashion along a 110km/h highway, he suddenly stopped and started ‘inch’ reversing, so he could make the missed left turn rather than drive along, and make another round to get back.
No. Short cuts are easier. After all, I’m reversing soooooo slowly, what harm can that be, right? WRONG.
Mr Innocent on his motorbike comes down the roundabout and because the sun shone brightly that day, and because cars on a highway move forward, not backward, didn’t expect to crash into a dumb fucker’s reversing car. And then if that wasn’t enough, a car flying down the highway from behind (again from the Indian High Commission direction) is suddenly shocked to see these stationary blurs in front of his fast vehicle, SLAMS his brakes, but unfortunately not fast enough, and sends Mr Innocent flying up his career ladder as an acrobat in his new life in Heaven (I’m sure that’s where he’s headed).
But wait. Guess what happens next?
Dumb Maggot Infested Brain Fuck speeds off. He what? HE SPEEDS OFF, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!
So what does this have to do with me wanting to move away from this madness? Well, for one. If signage had been better placed, perhaps Mr Dumb Fuck needn’t have missed his left turn. If perhaps there was a better education system, maybe Mr Dumb Fuck might’ve been more accountable, more responsible, more intelligent? If the Government actually penalised offenses more severely, or rather…..penalise at all, run enforcement as per the law, maybe people would’nt be so quick to do wrong. I mean, as it stands currently, anyone can commit murder and get away with it. Malaysia Boleh!
I am patriotic. I am patriotic to the core. And I love Malaysia for so many reasons. Always have. But having lived in London, Milan, Paris, San Francisco…..I can’t help but wonder. If the grass is greener…..
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Let’s take what I did today as an example. I organised a fashion show for an event for which the Guests of Honour were the Malaysian Queen and our Deputy Prime Minister’s wife. So many things, where do I start?
At rehearsals, the hotel, my cosmetics client, and everyone else involved in the event, were totally inefficient – it seems to be the Malaysian culture of ‘lepak’. They talk slowly, they run through the protocol of how to greet the Queen, they discuss who ushers the Queen to the washrooms, they discuss sequence of events that they are unsure of. Like hello? You’re supposed to have thought about all this BEFORE the rehearsal and not keep the rest of us waiting. Honestly, after working for International corporations locally and abroad, I would just kill myself working under these lackadaisal attitudes.
All I could think of was the thousands of dollars that were being spent on the flowers for the day. And how half the population suck up to the Datins that day, and every other day for that matter. It was grossly sickening. Maybe it’s just me.
I’ll give you an example. The washroom outside the ballroom was reserved for the Queen only. Fair enough. After all, it is not right to share bog seats with a Royal Bum. But then, at the washroom maid’s pure discretion, ladies who appeared to dress ‘Datin’ enough were allowed to have a sneaky “pee” before the Queen’s arrival, whilst the rest of the non-Datiny guests (who were really the VIPs for the day as the event was commemorating Mother’s of Achievement) were told to go to other washrooms in the hotel.
And then I thought. With all the socio-economic problems that we are facing here locally, what the hell is the Deputy Prime Minister’s wife doing wasting precious 4 hours at a party when she could be helping her husband do something more useful for the country!!! Pardon me for saying but her one foot tall hairsprayed hairdo must’ve taken another hour to style. And how old is she exactly? Her plastic surgery in London was paid in pound sterling which I hope to God isn’t part of our tax money. With so much speculation about her husband and the Altantuya case, I would certainly lie low if I were her. Oh, I could go on and on about her and I’ve never even met the woman.
Gosh. There is more but I will continue later as I am so tired now.
xxx Good Nite.
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