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you know you're in malaysia when the acrid stench of decomposing urine hits you even before you've stepped foot into the public toilet; and as you recoil and step gingerly into a cubicle anyway out of desperation, you're greeted by the "welcoming" sight of the small bin overflowing with toilet paper, sanitary napkins and god knows what else, in addition to water (i hope) everywhere in your small cubicle.