Hey you, Malaysian!

Being here, it is hardly that I ever meet Malaysians, at all.

Nak di jadikan cerita; there was this one day (Chehchehcheh, macam dah lama dekat sini), I was out shopping, and I saw this Malaysian (or looked like Malaysian) girl walking around, alone. I was excited.

So I went up to her, all giddy (and very happy to have found a Malaysian) and I think I actually shouted, "Hey, YOU! Malaysian!!!" while I jumped my way over to her.

Obviously she looked at me like I was crazy.
Anyway, I was right.
She was indeed Malaysian.

I asked her where she was working and she said St Felipe Street, but she seemed quite reluctant to build a conversation with me. Then I told her, "Eh, I orang Malaysia juga la."

Here I was, excited to have found a Malaysian;
(Ye la, macam orang Kelantan jumpa orang Kelantan dekat KL, tak ke terus peluk cium, ha that's how I felt when I saw another Malaysian di sini, tapi she seemed quite scared of me. Ha ha ha)
And then, something struck me.
I must have scared her.

Usually when someone creepy comes over to me, I would try to avoid communication or share any personal information, well, because that person was creepy and I didn't want to end up dead or something.

So yeah, I must have appeared as this creepy chic to her, that's why she was so scared to build a conversation with me. Ha ha ha!!!!

Either that, or I look too much like a Kim Kardashian , so she thought I was lying to her when I told her I was Malaysian too. HAHAHAHAHA.

** Anyway, she told me she was going back for good the following day, and come to think of it, I don't even know if it is the truth of if she just wanted to avoid from ever seeing me again! LOL!