The Malaysian Problem
The Malaysian Problem can be summed up in one sentence: We want to do great things, but we can't even keep our roads and toilets clean.
The world is not our oyster; it's our free-for-all, alfresco garbage dump. Malaysians apparently don't seem to recognize garbage bins. It's quite funny (funny-strange, not funny-haha) the way trash always ends up all over the roads, or in toilet bowls, or along public walkways...in fact, anywhere else except in their rightful place in trash cans. Sometimes, if you're lucky enough, you can spot IFOs (Identified Flying Objects - usually plastic bags, food wrappers, or empty cans) coming at you from the car in front when you're driving. If you're even luckier, the plastic bags will be weighed down with bits of ice and hit your car windscreen.
It's a mystery, how grown-up women haven't mastered the art of Flushing The Toilet. Maybe reaching out for the handle and actually pulling it is too herculean a task for the average Malaysian woman. I wouldn't know, I'm above average - that's why I flush. Or maybe it ruins their manicure.
Lest you think that only the women are dirty slobs, let me correct this misconception. The men's toilets stink equally, but fairness and honesty prevent me from making any comments about them because I have not had the misfortune to enter into one and therefore should not make any statements without first seeing the situation for myself (although one would think that olfactory evidence is more than enough...).
Maybe we could look to building the World's Highest Tower entirely from trash. Or apply to be recognized as The World's Largest Open-Air Garbage Dump. Or set a record for Number Of Toilets Not Flushed.
Malaysians don't understand that architecture and breaking or setting (mediocre) records don't define Malaysia as a nation. A country, a nation, is defined by its people.
We can have great infrastructure, but without the right mentality, without the right attitude, without maturity, we are nothing.
We want to run before we can even crawl. Perfect recipe for a fall, if you ask me.
The world is not our oyster; it's our free-for-all, alfresco garbage dump. Malaysians apparently don't seem to recognize garbage bins. It's quite funny (funny-strange, not funny-haha) the way trash always ends up all over the roads, or in toilet bowls, or along public walkways...in fact, anywhere else except in their rightful place in trash cans. Sometimes, if you're lucky enough, you can spot IFOs (Identified Flying Objects - usually plastic bags, food wrappers, or empty cans) coming at you from the car in front when you're driving. If you're even luckier, the plastic bags will be weighed down with bits of ice and hit your car windscreen.
It's a mystery, how grown-up women haven't mastered the art of Flushing The Toilet. Maybe reaching out for the handle and actually pulling it is too herculean a task for the average Malaysian woman. I wouldn't know, I'm above average - that's why I flush. Or maybe it ruins their manicure.
Lest you think that only the women are dirty slobs, let me correct this misconception. The men's toilets stink equally, but fairness and honesty prevent me from making any comments about them because I have not had the misfortune to enter into one and therefore should not make any statements without first seeing the situation for myself (although one would think that olfactory evidence is more than enough...).
Maybe we could look to building the World's Highest Tower entirely from trash. Or apply to be recognized as The World's Largest Open-Air Garbage Dump. Or set a record for Number Of Toilets Not Flushed.
Malaysians don't understand that architecture and breaking or setting (mediocre) records don't define Malaysia as a nation. A country, a nation, is defined by its people.
We can have great infrastructure, but without the right mentality, without the right attitude, without maturity, we are nothing.
We want to run before we can even crawl. Perfect recipe for a fall, if you ask me.
posted by sleepypurplepiglet at 3:29 PM
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"breaking or setting (mediocre) records don't define Malaysia as a nation. A country, a nation, is defined by its people.
We can have great infrastructure, but without the right mentality, without the right attitude, without maturity, we are nothing.
We want to run before we can even crawl. Perfect recipe for a fall, if you ask me."
Agree! Agree! Agree! by the way, it doesn't limit to public toilets and all that, it happens in apartments too! I mean in the kitchen, the toilet... so Malaysian. And they will never admit their mistakes. so malaysian. And they never fail to blame others...so Malaysian is this certain apartment...
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