Early on a particular Sunday morning, i woke up extremely early, getting myself prepared (last minute preparation) to step into the world of the unknown lying in front of me. The night before, i didn't sleep much. Busy preparing for my luggage and as well as preparing for my university application documents.
2-hr plus ride from home, i stepped into the camp that stood in front of me. A camp in the oil-palm plantation greeted me. Damn it....never ever i would be in such deep s**t. I never thought that the day would come as it was only a week ago when an idiot called me to get my ass into this camp.
I knew nothing about Malay. I only had some readings on some simple Malay vocabulary words at home because my Dad would want me to pick up a few words at the least. I thought i would survive in this environment by just a bit of broken conversational Malay. In fact, it's worse than broken, it should be considered as handicapped Malay.
The sight of disorganisation at the gate exasperated me. Probably i was brought up in an advanced society, that's why the sight of mismanagement or inefficiency inflamed my blood boiling away....On the verge of swearing - F**K.
Then, i made my way to the canteen. As the prior experience at the gateway was intolerable, never did i expect more grumpiness started to get the nerves out of my aching body. Inefficiency, miscommunication, incomprehensible alien language (Malay) etc... put me off. How i wish the sufferings would be done over soon.
PS: I am not racist and not against non-Chinese. I am just having this migraine of culture-shock. I was resisting for drastic changes in my life for a couple of months.
To be continued...
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