MCD Puduraya was overwhelming with humans who were waiting for their bus schedules as most of the KL-based lads returned to their respective hometowns for Deepa celebrations last Friday.
I was having my lunch there, sitting at a 4 seaters dine-in table because there were no more 2 seaters table available. While I was going to finish up my set meal, a Malay in his twenties appeared in front of me out of sudden, glued his ass on the seat opposite of mine directly as if I've known him, without saying or asking anything. His father came in few minutes later with both hands full of paper and plastic bags, smiled to me and put those goodies bags beside me.
Do the lines - "Excuse me, anyone sitting here?" or "Tumpang duduk" really cost a lot? I wonder. That's Malaysian Culture. The 1Malaysia Concept. What else can I say?
Well, a lot of things happened recently and I was really pissed off quite a lot. I seriously hatred humans who have their words louder than their actions. Sometimes, I rather to be legislative, write down the words in black and white, so the words are unable to twist and turn. There were no documents produced. I can't sue anyone. What else can I do? pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft
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