23th Nov 2006…
Before I say anything, I must first warn anybody who is reading this. This post may contain vulgarities which are unbearable to some. So unless you are at your pink of your mood, don’t bother to continue reading. Also if you are a Malaysian who is such a die hard nationalist and not willing to believe the flaws your fellow countrymen posses, read at your own risk.
In short, unless you are bored, do not proceed.
I’m not joking when I say I have a relatively good temperament. How often do you see me hurling vulgarities? How often do you see me throwing tantrums? And just how often do I ever flare up? Bear this in mind.
I was having a good time since Sunday, which was my return to Singapore for CIP. Three days passed by with joy and laughter. My mood was all the way high, and I believed that my trip home will be just as fine.
I kept having faith till I reached the custom. Tuas checkpoint, to be exact. The officers working there were SO inefficient. I stood at the same point for a few minutes already, but the queue had not even progressed an inch. Patience, I thought. Finally it moved. Slowly. Inch by inch, but eventually I was able to clear it. Great, I thought, the journey would not be so bad.
But I was wrong. When I lugged my bag and I to Kastam Malaysia just across the bridge, I automatically directed myself to the auto-gate, since it was open. An old lady in her sixties and another old man, about the same age, if not older, were occupying both auto-gates. I stood behind the gate, again, waiting for my turn to come. But then again, they were taking donkey hours. Groaning a little, I looked over the other side, to see whether I can use the counters instead. To my dismay, each and every one of them said “FOREIGN PASSPORTS”. Being a literate, I continued queuing.
However, there seemed to be some problems occurring in the auto-gate. The old lady signaled to the officer behind the door for help. Guess what? The guy looked at her impatiently, as if she is an illiterate, and signaled her to move away. But how is that possible when both doors are closed? Brainless officer, I thought. The lady exited finally, and he signaled me to enter. I then realized the problem. The autogate system crashed, that’s why both the lady and the old man could not proceed.
Which sparked off a question. Why on earth the officer still asked people to use the autogate? He should have realized the system crashed when he got out to ‘assist’ us. It was written blatantly on the screen “system error”. I rolled eyes at the dumb guy who calls himself the officer, before moving to the counters.
All the counters were for foreign passports. Naturally I tried to look for one that says “Malaysian passport”. But guess what? Those smart Malaysians who call themselves officers apparently did not know their autogate system crashed and therefore did not open a counter for Malaysian passports. I was already on the verge of losing my temper after walking back and forth like some circus animal trying to find its position. Eventually I decided to use the one at the far end.
When I approached the counter, the woman, no, it should be BITCH, sitting there did not even look at me. What kind of attitude is this? You are stationed there to make sure your country is safe. And to be stationed there means you are serving your country. You are giving those who enter Malaysia a first impression of the country. AND THE FIRST IMPRESSION YOU GIVE OTHERS ARE MALAYSIANS ARE ARROGANT BECAUSE YOU ARE ARROGANT!!!!! Fuck fuck fuck your head off your selendang!
And the incident that unleashed my vulgar self is this. Annoyed by her arrogance, I flashed my passport in front of her as I walked pass. She wasn’t even interest, which irritated me even further. So I continued walking. But the moment I passed by the counter, she looked back and shouted “Oi! Awak jalan-jalan saya duduk kat sini buat apa?” which means “Oi! You just walk past like that then I sit here for what?”
You know what bitch? I wanted to ask you why you are sitting there doing nothing also. And do you not know of simple manners? At least say “Miss” or something instead of the “Oi!”
If I had the authority, I would have slapped her. If I had not the good upbringing, I would have hurled vulgarities at her. My insides were about to explode. The rage in me was about to eat her up. I could almost see myself slap her with full strength.
“Next time if you want Malaysian passport, don’t put foreign passport. And you jolly well be aware of your system status next time before wasting my time.” was what I said before giving her my passport.
Though I was already erupting like a volcano, the look on her face after I said that amused me instantly.
Totally spoiled my day. I witnessed with my own eyes, how inefficient Malaysians can be. They think they are the majority in the country, and protected by some special privileges, they can do whatever they want? The PM has been working so hard to make you people buck up, so that it won’t be unfair to the other races. But look at yourselves. Working for the government at the checkpoint, but your attitude is arrogant. Because of you people Malaysia’s reputation is ruined. The bulk of us are striving to earn a better living, within the country as well as overseas, and working hard to preserve the good name of the country, and there you are, sitting on your chair, showing no interest at executing your job. Complacency is all you’ve got. The country is moving on, but I dare say it’s not because of YOU. It’s the hard work from the rest, but certainly NOT YOU.
I’m not displaying racism here. I’ve got friends from other races who are much better people than you people sitting at the custom are. Inefficient, arrogant, complacent. That’s what you are.
