Cerebral Retardation. Not me, thankfully.

It seems to me that undergrads in Malaysia are of a lower quality, compared to those from our parents' generation.

First of all, the undergrads here don't seem to understand words, even if they are Malays, and the words being written in Malay. These people love to hang their clothes at the bathroom doorframe, when the bathroom is perfectly fine for use. People in a hurry to bathe will be deterred by the sight of the clothes, and wait in queue. 1) The people who hung the clothes were being stupid, and 2) the people affected were letting them have their way. I myself always take down their clothes, because for me, bathrooms were made to be used by humans, not by inanimate objects like their pathetic baju kurung.

When the start of our third semester came, I thought it'd be a great start to educate them. The situation was, the old residents who did not apply for the third sem moved out, and I was the only one left at my level at the block. The rest would come in a few days after, before or during the start of the new semester. So I stuck a paper on the wall listing a few of the rules that were lay down by the college.
1) No placing the pails on the sink.
2) No hanging of clothes in the bathroom.
3) No throwing rubbish everywhere.
4) No leaving dirty cups/bowls/plates at the sink.
The Malays here, it seems to me, are illiterate. Because they didn't give a shit, and hung their clothes there anyway. What is the purpose of praying 5 times a day, what's the use of claiming themselves to be "university students", what's the use of even existing in this world when they can't even have the basic common sense or courtesy to be considerate of others?

I tried to stick post-its on their clothes to warn them, but it doesn't seem to work. And one of them named Filzah even approached me and asked if I was the one doing this. I said yes, the clothes shouldn't be there. And she said, "but there's no one using the bathroom." I said, "even if there's no one using the bathroom, you're a university student, you should know the difference between a clothesline and a bathroom. I hope you'll not do this again." And she proceeded to replace her clothes back at the bathroom doorframe.

I wonder if their mothers never taught them how to be considerate of others? At the noise level they are creating even at midnight, I guess not. And here I thought those bastards at the boys' block at the neighbour college are from the mountains. It seems to me the Malay girls here kick their sorry asses hands down at being bastards.

Imagine it is a weekday midnight, you have an 8am class the next day, you're trying to surf the net quietly for the information you need for your assignment. And these barbarians start shouting in the corridor, with no consideration for people who already have their lights turned off, which means there are people sleeping. It seems to me their mothers or fathers or their beloved Allah never taught them that you are not supposed to shout in the corridor, be it day or night, and ESPECIALLY during the night, because this is a university, not a nursery for kindergarten kids. Heck, even kindergarten kids have better discipline. If they were making noise in their own room, fine, I have nothing to say. But this is the corridor, it is a public, common place. Please, don't shout at your friend at the other end of the corridor, go and speak to her like the respectable [not] human being that she is, she is not a dog to be shouted at.

And today I found out how much fucking retarded these jackasses can be. This bitch who approached me about her clothes was actually a member of my assignment group. She and her "HOLY" jimbang [4 of them] took our original topic of Leonardo da Vinci as a creative thinker, and changed it to some Ibn Sina. In my life, I know John Cena, but please, spare me the holy "teachings" of your Sina [Or Sinna/Sinner]. There were 7 in our group, 3 non-Malays, me and another wimpy chicken-shit being Chinese, and another an Indian girl. We were outnumbered, and they made their own decision of changing the topic, and just because they can't fucking understand English to do the assignment in English. If the assignment WAS done in English and about Leo, the information would have been much easier to find. Whatever crack or weed they smoke to make them think they can find more info on that unknown Sinner than on Leo, I don't know. But it must have been one helluva powderful powder. Or maybe not, maybe they didn't even need drug to cloud their judgment. Maybe they were born that way.

Now I just want out of this group, I wanna bail on the them. Fine, call me irresponsible. Call me childish. But suffer the hell that you call Malaysia, when in ten years' time it depletes to a wasteland, just because dregs like you can't speak enough English to contend with the rest of the world. Rot in your own cesspool, because I think you'll find it very comfy here, since you custom designed it yourself, you are the master behind this country of third-world mentality. When all else falls through for your dream of this being a country where everyone lazes 5 times a day to have spiritual talks with their God which showers gold on them when they ask for it [ya, keep on dreaming], you will realise there is no place left for you in this world, and that you have been left behind and forgotten by the world. Don't say I didn't warn you of that day.

*shows middle finger*

These retards should shove their holy book up where the sun don't shine.