Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Today, I am sad...

For the first time, for many years (since I was born), I was told in the face to go back to my native country.

I had an argument with this Malay man who had gotten into an altercation with the wife. He kicked the door of her car because there was contact while she was passing him. Oh, he was stationary some more and waved her to pass, but her car still nudged his bike and it fell. He went ballistic and gave a kung fu kick on the door. Since I was driving right next to her, I came out to correct him.

Within MINUTES, he starts to get racist on me by telling me to back to my native country. How odd, cos I'm Malaysian. Just not Malay. How odd.

So, he gets all angry, and starts to threaten me, my family and all that. All I take with a pinch of salt. But just for the record, his motorcycle number is MBA 2615. So, if any of you meet this man, pity him because he thinks that all Chinese should go back to China, and all Indians should go back to India.

He'll need to go back to Indonesia though. Click this sentence to read why.


But still, this is the first time I've encountered a racist. Oh well.