I've come to a friggin conclusion. Malaysia is the Bizarro America. You see, America's a land of immigrants, and whatever way you look at it, the immigrants are what keep things going. Back then it was the Europeans who came in and worked their way to the top, now they've gotten fat and lazy. So the Asians take over, and for now their the ones who are keeping things going. And when they're bored of that, the Asian-Americans will get fat and lazy and suddenly turn into rednecks who want to keep America American.
Malaysia is what it is because of immigrants. Fifty years ago it was Chinese and Indians that came in and worked hard. Now all three of us are fat and lazy. What happens? Duh, Indonesians and Bangladeshis come in and become the new Malaysians. See? Silly little cycle we have eh? I read an article in an old issue of Granta about this. I suppose it is unfair that immigrants do what they have to do to survive. But maybe that unfairness is what keeps them unlazy. That is, until they're replaced a generation later by people from some other country.
I'm saying all this because I just became a victim of the system. I had to wait for 5 hours to sit for a test that took less than 15 minutes. I was such a nervous wreck. At one point I nearly prayed to God. Then I remembered what my parents said and the fear was dulled. It wasn't something inspiring, what they said was:
If you fail again, you're taking your license when you're 25.
That's all it took. And immediately I knew how to drive with an angry aborigine next to me. Seriously, the tester looked like someone had insulted his mother, and the only person he could take it out on was person next to him. I reached over to wind down the window on his side to adjust the mirror, after doing just that, I reached to wind it back up and he boomed:
Biarkan!
Damn. Some people have issues. Or maybe it was because my elbow was digging into his stomach when I reached over to his side. I don't know.
The test went ok. 17/20. I know the only part I was careless was on the last stretch, I didn't hit the signal light till it was too late. Earlier, there was this asshole Singaporean who reversed out, forcing me to brake hard. Bastard Singaporean. Please, Jackson, don't become a Singaporean when you go study there. Teach them how to drive at least.
Oh, speaking of Singapore, I feel like travelling. This weekend I'm heading to Batu Pahat for some thingamajig that I'm forced to attend since my dad doesn't want to go alone. No, I'm not driving, the license only comes in next week. And how the hell am I supposed to go from a cramped, 600CC, manual gearbox Kancil to a gigantic, 2400CC auto Camry like that without smashing into something. I think I'd rather train on my mom's car first.
Back to traveling. I wanted to do that whole hitchhiking thing, then I realized I'm not social so I'll end up pissing off whoever picks me up on the highway. Maybe one of these nights I'll pitch my tent in my garden and spend a night with my pups. That'd be awesome, but not that adventurous. It is my backyard anyway, the deadliest thing there is probably that stupid Magpie Robin that takes a shit on my porch twice a day.
Nah. Maybe I'll get a job. Or start reading. Or just play with my xbox till it fries up.
Oh and julz, you were right about flight of the conchords.
The end.
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