are you malaysian?

the word 'malaysian' used to be a noun to describe a native or inhabitant of malaysia. of late however, i think it has become a derogatory term, or at the very least, an unfavourable adjective. as in, 'of course, malaysian what! what do you expect?'. i wouldn't be surprise if wikipedia adds a fine print at the bottom of its article on the country which says, 'it can also be used as a deprecatory term to describe someone who is inefficient, ineffective, prone to laziness, selfishness'......the list is quite non-exhaustive.

i can still remember feeling proud to be malaysian when i was a wee little girl, not because of the good food here, or the 'harmony' that supposedly exist but merely because i was born and bred here. my country. there isn't many places in the world that i can call that. then again, a little girl is most certainly naive and innocent.

frankly, i'm getting very tired of the malaysian work attitude. there are some ass i feel like kicking, some balls i feel like squeeshing (i don't mean body parts).

i submitted an application for some documents 2 weeks back, requesting that the person-in-charge follow up and collect it when it is ready. 2 days later, i called and was told it will be ready next week. 1 gave it 3 more days, called and asked them to collect it. it wasn't in my hand the next day. i called again and enquired. it still wasn't in my hand the next day. i called again. the person-in-charge was on leave. come back here, you fool. you can't go on leave until you settle your outstandings! i asked the next person-in-charge. she told me that it has been collected and is with the despatch boy. the next day, it STIll wasn't in my hand. *sigh* i called again. telekom is already very pleased with me and my contribution to their income. the person-in-charge who was on leave is back, so i filled her in on what transpired in her absence. would she please get the documents from the despatch and hand to me? the next day......as you will have guessed, it still wasn't in my hand. *double sigh* it really goes to prove how much shit i can take. i'm a really tolerant person. i called her up this morning and she sweetly informed me that no such application have been handed in! *faints* and this is in MY company. don't you agree that i seriously need to do some ass-kicking? at the very least, some tantrum-throwing and screaming? unfortunately, i'm too sweet to do that. *rolls eyes*

on to next grandmother story. my daughter's school is very advanced and 'intelligent'. or it pretends to be. there is a website where we can log in to check on the school's updates, my children's progress and other notices. very easy to log in as well. the problem is....i couldn't. despite following their instruction to the 't'. so, i wrote to them, highlighting the problem. i received a very fast and efficient e-mail saying that they have received my complaint and will be looking into the problem...

that was two years ago. needless to say, i never received any further emails from them. that's ok. if there is something i need to know in there, i'm sure they'll find some way of informing me. this year, the 3rd year, my son joined his sister and they gave us the same pamphlet announcing their very clever website. 3 years. they would have fixed the problem by now. right?? i was hopeful. and stupid. i tried once again and couldn't log in. i send a similar email, lodging my complaint. i received a similar reply. why does all this sound so familiar? why am i going in circles? i think the system is trying to see how much shit i can take and taking bets on which hair will finally break the camel back. if you see a report on an insane woman running loose, armed with cleaver, chopping school and office furnitures and setting fire to them, you'll know i can't take it anymore.