(in English, Courtesy Campaign)
This is my New Year’s resolution for 2013.
I don’t know if it’s just me or what but I think Malaysians are getting ruder and ruder! The Malaysians I’ve had the misfortune of encountering anyway.
Or maybe the older I get, the more intolerant I become of rudeness.
When we were in the US for Fatty’s work we got used to the politeness exhibited by the Americans whether they were just passersby or shop staff. Some nitpicks say that their greetings “Hi how are you” and please-s and thank yous are uttered automatically without meaning but whatever la I’d rather take fake compulsory courtesy than blatant rudeness. I don’t get the logic behind that.
Then when we touched down in KL, we naturally went to passport control and immigration. It was in the middle of the night. I went up to the immigration officer with my passport and said “Hello!”
Silence wtf.
After she was done stamping my passport, she handed it back to me again in silence wtf.
I said, “thank you.”
Stony-faced glare.
ಠ_ಠ
Unless you’re mute there is no excuse for this. Even if you’re mute the least you can do is smile acknowledgment la very hard meh? It’s early in the morning but if I can remember my manners, why can’t you?
I really don’t remember Malaysians being this rude! I was overseas for four years but every time I came back, while Malaysians were probably not unfailingly polite, at least we were still friendly-ish! At least we responded when spoken to wtf.
A couple of days after that, Fatty and I were in Publika buying magazines. I think it was the Tatler that featured our wedding haha and the ViVi issue I was in.
Fatty handed over money to the guy and said, “thank you.”
Silence again.
The third incident in recent memory was when I was in Isetan one day. I got into the elevator, and there were other people coming in after me so I held the door open for them.
As luck would have it, the elevator was broken wtf. The doors closed and opened repeatedly so we couldn’t move. So I held the door open again while the people all filed out.
I got out after them and saw they were already going in to the next elevator. I rushed after them and shouted “WAIT WAIT” but nobody moved and the door closed on me WTF.
OH MY BLOOD BOILS JUST THINKING ABOUT IT. I KINDLY HELD THE DOOR FOR YOU WHILE YOU ENTER AND EXIT AND YOU CAN’T EVEN WAIT FOR ME TO GET INTO THE NEW ELEVATOR WITH YOU?
This happened a couple months ago but thinking about it again makes me want to break something! Preferably the elevator they were in.
I really don’t get it! At which point in recent years did we get so rude and disregarding of other people!
What’s wrong with taking one nanosecond out of your day to wish someone well or even just reply a polite inquiry!!!!!!!!
That’s not all.
Dunno if I’m just unlucky but I’m swarmed by thick skinned who don’t understand the concepts of queues. They think a line is actually a circle and, like a herd of cattle, will cluster around with no regard of the people who are actually civic-minded enough to line up.
Then when I tell them off, they will just look around all unabashed like they just realized there was a line and saunter casually to the back to line up. Like a proper human being.
And I cannot count the number of times driving, some idiot has edged into my lane with no hint of a signal light at all.
And they’re all either freaking taxis or big ass luxurious cars. Got money buy yourself some manners la!
I get so mad everyday dealing with all these buffoons! So bad for my blood pressure.
Fatty thinks all this rudeness and lack of civic consciousness does not occur in other countries because if someone does something like that, the people around will tell them off and the wrongdoer will be shamed.
So that’s my 2013 resolution – to tell off whoever is rude wtf. And to do it very loudly so everyone else can hear it.
I told Fatty and he’s convinced I’ll get myself beaten up someday wtf. But that’s what I have a Fatty for isn’t it?
And that’s what I’ve been doing!
Although the other day I did go a bit overboard. In my defense, I was already grumpy about something wtf. I was trying to get on to the escalator but there was a bunch of teenage boys standing in front of it blocking my way.
I shouted, “OY!” and they hurriedly scampered away wtf.
Thinking about it I feel a bit bad la. Luckily nobody else on a kempen sopan santun was nearby cos they’d be entirely in their right to tell me off too hahahahaha.
And today, when I clicked on my signal to move lanes, the car behind sped up on purpose so I couldn’t change lanes in front of him (even though before that he was like three car lengths away) -_____- I honked him wtf. I don’t know if that gets my message across but whatever la I’m tired of bottling up my emotions wtf.
The other day we were coming back from Bangkok so we went through immigration again.
I said “hello!” to the inspector.
Silence.
Undeterred, I looked over at Fatty who had passed the checkpoint and was waiting for me on the other side. “Another rude Malaysian! I said hello he didn’t say anything back.”
When the inspector handed me my passport, he said, “thank you.”
SUCCESS!
So who’s with me on this kempen sopan santun?
Mafia Aud wtf.
