The Good, The Bad and The Ugly (Malaysian Version =p)

For Mimi..
“Malaysia, what can I say about Malaysia.. It’s a country whenever you go you will always remember it.. If you see the streets so dirty and crowded 24/7, smile you are in Malaysia… If you walk down the streets and see a sign that actually says “beware of snatchers”, smile you are in Malaysia.. If you get into a cab and it smells funky and they ask you for an incredible amount of money and refuse to take you coz you have oil in your country, smile you are in Malaysia.. If it’s a sunny day and you are walking peacefully and suddenly it starts raining heavily just to stop after 5 min and the sun would come out like nothing happened, smile you are in Malaysia.. If you walk down the streets smelling the rain and suddenly the smell of garbage hits you, smile you are in Malaysia.. I HATE MALAYSIA”

Nothing more I can say about Malaysia.. 9ar feeeni 7alat tashabu3 from Malaysia..

ok ok, first of all the shopping was not THAT great.. I think its overrated already.. like seriously.. There are no sizes for the clothes.. the XL is size 8 UK like WTH!!! The only thing that you get there is DVDs, Bags and Shoes.. The rest, a7san you shop in your own country or go to America lol..

Second thing.. The people are SO RUDE.. Wallah I studied there for 4 years and I don’t have a Malaysian friend… That must tell you something =)
No, it doesn’t say that I am NOT FRIENDLY AND A FREAK!! *rolling my eyes*.. I actually have an Indian Malay friend =) yes one is enough!!!! MOVING ON!!

Third thing.. The diversity in the country is unbelievably INSANE.. I swear its beyond the point of ridicules already.. They have 3 races, Malay Malay, Malay Chinese and Malay Indian and each has like their territory and places that you don’t want to cross lool..

Now, let me tell you what happened TO ME and why I really hate the MALAY over there!!

I got my certificate, went to my college to get it certified and stamped to verify that it is the original copy and its authentic.. Now I get into a cab and go to a deserted area which is like 30 min DRIVING away from KL.. Somehow its suppose to be the places where the ministries are all in.. I needed to go the ministry of higher education and the ministry of foreign affairs..
So I get to the first building, they tell me drive down the road to the other block, I get to the second building, it was 1:45pm, they tell me come back at 2pm.. so I go back to the cab, solif shwaya with him.. At 2pm I go back, they let me into the building, I go search for the people and mafi 7ad, I swear ka2ano shirikat abooy ra7ya adoor feeh.. elmohim after 20 being lost and asked to wait and taken here and there I was told “OOHHH you graduated from a private college, you have to go to this other place down the road madri what” THE OTHER PLACE IS 10 MIN AWAY FROM THIS PLACE!!

I was just in disbelief.. wallah luckily I told the cab to wait for me till I finish all my mashaweer otherwise I would have beeeen ******!!!!

So I go back and tell the cab driver that we need to go to this other place and there is where the stupid ministry of higher education is.. So we get there.. (the worse thing is that they don’t write anything in English.. kolo malay.. and excuse me I DON’T KNOW HOW TO READ IT!!) al mohim.. I go down there, the securities don’t even speak English and don’t know what I want.. All I say is stamp stamp lool.. Anyway here and there I finally reach the place where I discovered that you cant reason with Malaysians..

Are you guys with me or did you guys fall asleep already???

To Be Continued..