This post is about comparisons between Chinese people in China and Chinese people in Singapore and Kuala Lumpur. What a difference!
Okay, so yesterday I wrote a post about my trip to my Malaysian friend’s house. I promised an update and here it is.
So my new Malaysian friend brought me home tonight and now I’m staying over at her place getting ready for tomorrow’s festival. On our way to her house in the suburbs of Kuala Lumpur, we passed by her family’s local mosque, where she pointed at a dark shadow and told me that that was the cow ready for tomorrow’s sacrifice. I was just shaking a little bit inside, mainly because I’ve just finished a crime novel about Satanists sacrificing cows. Honestly, I’m such a pussy when it comes to crime novels so reading just this one book explaining how the cow was cut into pieces made me want to vomit just a bit. Now, I was going to see this sacrifice with my own eyes tomorrow.
So I had two days off from the hostel and I decided to go for a trip to Singapore. I contacted a girl, I’d met on a boat in South China for two minutes last year and she was up for a cup of coffee. Then I went to the bus station and jumped on the midnight-bus to Singapore.
And also a little bit about the sweet lychee fruit. Let me explain more about my so-called research on beverages in Malaysia. I’ve been here for more than two weeks now and because of the crazy heat, I’ve obviously tried a bit of all drinks or something like that. I’m always trying to stick to the healthy bottle of water and then a diet coke to cheer up my day.
When I told my supervisor I was going out to get some milk in the corner shop, he looked at me with a serious glance and told me that I should take care. I was confused but suddenly realised today was the day. The day Kuala Lumpur people had been talking about for a week.
I was excited for a long time but when I arrived it was fast replaced by disappointment. Mostly because of the chubby unhappy looking 50-something women starring at me from behind the reception. No smile, no hello, just an asking stare at me. She asked me if I had a booking. In that moment, I realised that she’d already forgotten my face since yesterday. When I told her about my volunteering at this hostel, she looked at me one more time and found a key for me. After I’d put my stuff in the room, I followed her back into the reception and then I just waited. She didn’t seem to bother telling me what was going on, who I was waiting for, what I was going to do or anything else for that matter. I gave up and left.
Of course, I don’t mean hooking up literally but it sounded catchy as a headline. This post idea started to take shape when I’d been on a coffee date with a local girl in Georgetown. She was the sweetest and chattiest thing I’ve met for a while. We sat down and talked for hours about everything while it was just fun and relaxing.
You know some of those days when the temperature is just heating up your brain and there’s nothing else to do than to cool yourself down and try to go ‘sightseeing light’ without too many interruptions which could, worse case scenario, make you go crazy on some poor crying child or drunk man. We’ve all been there, right?
Funny thing is I thought it would be so easy to find people in Malaysia to practice my Mandarin with. 40 % of the population is Chinese, so I would bump into them, right?