Its OK.

It was definitely hard for all of us. I was never good in saying goodbye, and I am not improving an inch since then. The last day of our intern at Guppy, we went to a Western Food Restaurant that we personally choose and our Head of Section, Mr. Rizal insisted to pay for. Uthes and I thought that since it is our day, let’s give them a memorable treat and a souvenir instead. And so we headed to a souvenir shop and carefully selected the items that we wanted to give our colleagues. Then I approached the cashier to pay…

Cashier#1: Tujuh belas ringgit lima puluh sen…

Me: Could you please put this separately for me?

Cashier #1: Lu mau letak ini asing-asing arrr?

Me: Yes, please.

Cashier#1: (In Mandarin) Wah, this fella really horrible la. Asking for separate plastic bags for all of these.

Cashier#2: (In Mandarin)Ya lo, but anyhow customer is always right ma hor???

Cashier#1: (In Mandarin)Sigh…ya lo….

After a while…

Cashier#1: Thank you (while handling me the stuff that I’ve purchased)

Me: Wo shi huo ren! Xie xie…

Cashier #1 and #2’s jaws were like on the floor in awe…

Hello Aunties… You are living in Malaysia where we have so many cross – cultures and mix races la… If want to pat people also wait until people walk off the shop la… Sigh…Malaysians…

Anyhow, we had a great night and I wish it would never over. C u guys in the future, take good care!