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(Forgive the gross spelling errors before as this entry was thumb-typed form my iPhone)

I now sit here all alone in this deserted lecture room..

My mind goes blank for a while as I reflect on how I had to rush everything to make it to this very spot.. Rushed paperwork, rushed driving, rushed lunch, rushed prayers... All so that I could make it in time to evaluate a public speaking session..

And yet, here I am... Alone...

As I wait, the door of the room opens.

I see a young man with pleasant Somali features approach me. The troubled look on his was clear indication that something had not gone according to plan.

"Mr Abdullah..." he starts, with a very apologetic voice "I'm very sorry to inform you that the other session has not finished yet... They started late, so we're going to have to postpone your session... I'm very sorry for the inconvenience"

"It's ok" I reassure him "It's not your fault"

He thanks me for understanding and walks away.

I'm still here... Alone... In this deserted lecture room... Wondering why Malaysians seem to have a habit of tardiness without realising the implications on other people's time...

Comments

Cat-in-Sydney said…
Father of Biscuit,
Old habits die hard, people say. Even here, people do it still. Worse, without batting an eyelid or an apology. At least that Somali chap was thoughtful enough to apologise and explain. purrr.....meow!
Some Malaysians called it as their culture~
Simple apologies just totally hard to spit out~
izzati fuad said…
i hate that.totally hate that.if we can sacrifice a LOT on our part, why can you?

i tried to be strict with this issue with my students. and they say 'miss ni garang lah.kurangkan marah'. haha

on other note: how are you sir? :) jco's plan still on?
Ms Lavendar said…
And yet, the Malaysians sent a Somalian to convey the message!
Abdullah said…
Cat - too true.. Guess it happens everywhere huh?

Zara/Shafaza - culture can sometimes be abad thing huh?

Ijat - You'll go through this many a time i wager!

Ms Lavendar - the Somali chap wasn't a scapegoat (thank god). He was part of the orgnanising committee... good thing that.. they're opening up more opportunities for foreign undergrads to get integrated into malaysian student life
A t i Q a h said…
Still remember Ijat and me waited for almost one and a half hour just because the class before ours haven't finished yet. T_T
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hubbsnmoi said…
En. Lobo,

I hate you for your iPhone.

Yours truly.

:p
Abdullah said…
Pn Hubbsmoi,

Ur so very welcome..

Your even more truly.

;P

Hahahaha

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