love-hate dilemma

I have waited for an hour since 2pm in the platform, the bus should have been here 45 minutes ago. I said to the Caucasian lady, "I'm going upstairs to ask, do you wanna go?" We climbed and sifted through a bunch of people sitting on the stairs and made it to 2 levels up. The Malay in the ticketing counter said heavy traffic has prevented the bus from getting into the terminal.

While we were walking back to the platform, we chat and she told me she traveled from Singapore in Sunday and she thought she could change all her SGD here. Unfortunately, our money changers were closed on weekends. She asked for help from the police (by that time I added, "they couldn't even speak English", she replied, "yes they do a little bit") but they didn't know anything, "it's very surprising" with a face full of expression. That was utterly embarrassing.

Ask me if I love my country?

Geographically, yes. Food wise, big yes. Politically, no. The ruling party has already created so many deep rooted culture, they are so difficult to be undermined and totally not something that any of us could question. Talk about the contradicting 1 Malaysia propaganda and the racial conflicts. Comparing with Singapore, our country is bigger in size and population, having more natural resources and gained our independence earlier, but less systematic and developed than the little island of close proximity. This really is something that our leader should probe into.

As unsystematic as it is, KL city actually offers more fun than Sg. Not to offend but to express my personal feelings, the little island is so compact and everybody tries their best to live, but to me, I feel less passion in the city (maybe their passion is not in the way I am used to experiencing). Our people are more kind hearted and much less arrogant, which is the biggest thing I like about my country.

The Caucasian lady then asked, "Is it safe to walk around KL city?" "It's very warm, and you gotta be careful with your backpack." Ahh, love-hate dilemma.