Musings of a Daydreaming Wanderer

Yes, the whole of today has been wasted by my parents who “forced” me and my brother to go on a one day shop-and-eat-all-you-can trip to Muar. We were “kicked” out of our beds at 0545, and crossed the Second Link to the first stop for breakfast at Ayer Hitam. After that, we proceeded to Batu Pahat for lunch and Muar for teabreak, and finally made a U-turn back to Selang for dinner before crossing back to Singapore. Its a very boring and uneventful trip (Coffeeshop, temple, shopping centrerestraunt , temple, biscuit shop, hotel restraunt), and travelling for nearly half the day on a coach hurts the butt alot, along with glimpses of kampong-style houses, and rows and rows of banana and palm trees.

However, the only positive outcome of the trip is probably the experience at BP Ocean Restraunt. I saw this attractive (17? 18? 19?-year-old) girl in a purple 旗袍 (mid-cut at the legs, probably due to “rules & regulations” in Malaysia) serving the tour group (actually it was more of my table, from what I’ve noticed), and that got me thinking of the Malaysian Chinese living there. With probably a wage that’s half of mine, and (most probably) living in a kampong-style house (which supposedly costs 9K SGD for the land and house, with a 15-metre tall antenna to recieve MediaCorp broadcasts from Singapore), living in Malaysia must be pretty bad (I can tell from her tone of voice in servicing us), due to the country’s affirmative actions, even though they mostly make up the middle and upper income people there. You started a fire in me, Miss, and moved my heart. I hope I’ll be able to make you happy, someday, somehow, somewhere in the future. I’ll remember your plight. I’ll remember your suffering. I’ll remember your sadness. I’ll remember…you.

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