Malaysians flock to PWTC (Matta Fair) like hungry vultures to a buffet party of fresh rotting carcasses. Circling overhead, ready to dive in and tear. I mean like, if Osama was to rig a bomb in PWTC, i bet more than half of our Malaysian population would have met Allah and God or whatever… happily smiling, holding to travel brochures for some exotic destination, all the while we are being blown to pieces. I said ‘we‘ coz i’ll be one of them.
On the first day of the travel fair, Mr. Bf and i woke up early (er… if you call 1pm early) so we could join in on the hunt. I could not believe it when all the parking spaces were already taken up. Even those at the Mall and other buildings nearby! To make things worst it was pouring cats and dogs outside. So, nevermind that we had to pay RM3 without finding a parking space, we had to join in the snail crawl of a traffic.
Conclusion is Malaysians would rather jump aboard a ship to Langkawi than have enough money for food.
“Oh shit! I have only RM100 for this month. Should i save up for food and petrol… Oh fark food, fark the god damn petrol! Langkawi trip here i come!”
Yeah, and i blame the whole we-can’t-find-a-parking-space on Mr. Bf because he can’t seem to wake up early enough in the morning. Farmers in Malaysia should be thankful for that. Because if he can’t rise before dawn means he doesn’t qualify to be a farmer. Else there’ll be havoc in the farms. Cows be aware.
Nevertheless we manage to actually go to the fair on the last day. There were more booths than last year’s fair. Which means Malaysians are traveling more even though with inflation happening.
We ended up collecting travel pamphlets and brochures which comes to as thick as a Calculus text book. What is it with travel fairs that makes paper collecting so addictive? After one or two people shoving the pamphlets in my face, i got used to it. It’s addictive actually. I am proud to say that i almost collected pamphlets from each of all the booths at the travel fair. Even brochures for the Islam tour packages. Almost because i had no money guts to get the Dubai destinations from the huge hunk whose was handling it out.
So in the end we didn’t sign up for any travel packages but we got so much pamphlets that’ll earn us a few bucks at the recycling centre. Mom would be proud.
Oh did i tell you, besides the Bangkok and train trip to Chiang Mai next February, we got ourselves zero fare tickets to Guilin, China in July next year! Orgasm could have made me happier.
Travel junky wannabe.
