Whose fault is it?

I used to work in a company who is always full of expats…with Bacon being one of them once upon a time .Most people who are sent over to work in excompany are around 19 - 35 years of age, not your average high-flying expats with one arm around a petite dark sultry chick with long-hair-till-the-ass the from Carnegies or Beach club.

It was my first exposure to small-town kwai lous (call them farangs,white man, ang moh). And as a huge MNC, lovely excompany stated in their terms and conditions that they are NOT allowed under any circumstances to have any locals in their rooms.WAH, I is malaysian, I is smelly fart.It also states (in not as many words) that socializing with locals are discouraged.I is Malaysian, I is bad influence.

Then the Malaysians. Small-town big-town irregardless, they stare with awe at the blue eyed blonde haired gods and goddesses, and treated them as such. In all the training and induction classes, half the people there are besotted with their trainer - the abovementioned blue hair blonde eyed monster. The monsters never speak to them out of training, due to their own twisted the-locals-eat-tortises mentality (or in dreybee's case - I-eat-cats; or Otto's I-eat-you-for-dinner). When I first started seeing Bacon, I used to basically garner a lot of hate-stares amongst 'his girls' . Imagine, even Bacon had a fan club to his name (this kind of face also can sell??) ! Our relationship was a hot topic amongst excompany's grapevines, with the expats persuading him it’s a holiday romance - tingtong macadongdong perception before Little Britain even made it's name.

Whose fault is it then, the ignorant-from-birth kwai lous or the piss-scared MNCs forewarning them about the heathen locals? Perhaps its' the jakun Malaysian treating them with so much awe and respect. Do you think they will stare at awe at the sun burnt paddy farmers up in Kedah and Perlis who had been feeding us for centuries?

Creative juices are running on dangerously empty.Bear with me.