its.true : i.am.offended

Festival 1Malaysia is officially over

the pameran went well as well as the explorace 

that i am organizing for the whole 2 months since january

what a relief!!! 

thanks to all my exco, ajk as well as my fellow supreme committee

all of you guys did a great job today

story one:

i was instructed to be one of the station master for the explorace

since the locations involves all around KL, i was lucky enough to be the station master at bukit bintang

as i was waiting for the participants to come to my station 

[while drinking my beloved caramel macchiato, credit to starbucks..haha]

 which happen to be the last checkpoint,

there are this very one english man came to me to ask for direction

mr. english man : excuse me, may i know where is the entrance to this plaza??

me: ooo...its over there [pointing towards the entrance]. just go there and you'll see the entrance.

mr english man : nice english!!! [happy face] thank you..

me : [suprise face] ooo, thank you..

let us think deep into this situation and make some reflection

i can choose whether to be optimistic or pessimistic

optimistic : maybe i do speak good English [hahaha...berlagak giler!!! pls forgive me]

pessimistic : part of me feel quite offended when he said that i speak nice English. at some point, i felt that he is assuming that Malaysian don't speak good English. this assumption might be wrong.

what do you guys think??

if its true that Mr. English man assumes that Malaysian don't speak good English, at least I've proved him wrong.

the true is my English is cukop2 makan only.

story two:

this happen on my way back to faculty after finish my job at bukit bintang

i was the only Malay, and i was with other three of my non-Malay friends

as we were in the monorail, my other 3 friends started talking to each other using language 

that i didn't understand a word!!

i felt offended okay

it felt like they don't respect me

i am not trying to be racist

in facts, i like being good friends with people from other races

but please, respect me by talking using a language 

that i understand in front of me so that i wont look stupid

and people around me wont look at me using their weird faces

[as all the people in the monorail doing weird faces, like 'budak neh paham plak??']

~wink~