my enlightenment spot: the petrol kiosk
While I was on my way home yesterday from the airport, I stopped by at the petrol kiosk along the expressway, taking advantage of the MYR1.51/litre petrol(standard Klang Valley price would be MYR1.52/litre.)
Gauging from the capacity of my gas tank, I could prolly save up 5 dear bucks?
Anyway, this is not the climax for this post.
Right, so I was filling up my tank at the kiosk. Given the ample free time, I couldn't help but look around - cars, people, planes taking off...etc.
I looked to the adjacent station and I saw this Indian family with an Oriental-looking person. A friend, I thought. He was staring at me, blank, while I was quite loss at what should my reaction be, I gave a smile back. He smiled. Ok, done.
Then I heard the Indian man preaching about places-to-see in KL to that Oriental guy, and the moment he opened up his mouth to speak, I bet he has to be a Japanese. I am always intrigued by Japanese people. Hence, I kept on eavesdropping on their conversation. I AM SORRY OK? I COULDN'T HELP IT. IT WAS BLOODY INTRIGUING.
I was quite dumbfucked by that Japanese's body gesture. He seemed to be so nervous that he was holding both his palms together, squeezing, rubbing, twisting his fingers...like a child preparing himself to be spanked on the ass. Not sure if he realised his gestures, but if I can witness and interprete it, I think the Indian family could do the same?
The perception that Japanese are always superior, or at least, having that level of self-esteem that normal peasant does not hold seem to be false for some. This guy, should be in his 40s, was almost on the verge of breaking his fingers from the way he's bending them.
Why is he in such hostile environment? If he is not comfortable with the Indian family, he probably should not plan this trip with this family in the wee. It was some holiday shit from what I heard - Bukit Bintang, Twin Towers, Museum, Cyberjaya, Crafts Museum...etc. I am sure he is not a racist. I would prefer the euphemism of culture adjustment shock. The Indian family comprised of the parents and one grown up son like me, including the Japanese, all 4 in one small Kancil with the mom as the chauffeur.
Could that have freaked him out? Or was he some gutless person doing self-travelling for the first time?
Whatever it is, the idea that all Japanese are great, no longer holds water(or petrol for this case.) I know my idea has been an imbecile one but this will refine my thoughts to accomodate the next scene.
Gauging from the capacity of my gas tank, I could prolly save up 5 dear bucks?
Anyway, this is not the climax for this post.
Right, so I was filling up my tank at the kiosk. Given the ample free time, I couldn't help but look around - cars, people, planes taking off...etc.
I looked to the adjacent station and I saw this Indian family with an Oriental-looking person. A friend, I thought. He was staring at me, blank, while I was quite loss at what should my reaction be, I gave a smile back. He smiled. Ok, done.
Then I heard the Indian man preaching about places-to-see in KL to that Oriental guy, and the moment he opened up his mouth to speak, I bet he has to be a Japanese. I am always intrigued by Japanese people. Hence, I kept on eavesdropping on their conversation. I AM SORRY OK? I COULDN'T HELP IT. IT WAS BLOODY INTRIGUING.
I was quite dumbfucked by that Japanese's body gesture. He seemed to be so nervous that he was holding both his palms together, squeezing, rubbing, twisting his fingers...like a child preparing himself to be spanked on the ass. Not sure if he realised his gestures, but if I can witness and interprete it, I think the Indian family could do the same?
The perception that Japanese are always superior, or at least, having that level of self-esteem that normal peasant does not hold seem to be false for some. This guy, should be in his 40s, was almost on the verge of breaking his fingers from the way he's bending them.
Why is he in such hostile environment? If he is not comfortable with the Indian family, he probably should not plan this trip with this family in the wee. It was some holiday shit from what I heard - Bukit Bintang, Twin Towers, Museum, Cyberjaya, Crafts Museum...etc. I am sure he is not a racist. I would prefer the euphemism of culture adjustment shock. The Indian family comprised of the parents and one grown up son like me, including the Japanese, all 4 in one small Kancil with the mom as the chauffeur.
Could that have freaked him out? Or was he some gutless person doing self-travelling for the first time?
Whatever it is, the idea that all Japanese are great, no longer holds water(or petrol for this case.) I know my idea has been an imbecile one but this will refine my thoughts to accomodate the next scene.
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