Currently, my semester only has... hmm.. 3 subjects and these subjects are 3 hours each, so out of ONE week, I have 3 hours in 3 days of classes each. DAMN FREE right?
So, Edexcel is back! I mean, for those of you who don't know... it's the night job in Cyberjaya that I've taken up before, so it's gonna be interesting. Looking forward to the moolah... :D
Other than that, I'm absolutely braindead... nothing blogworthy has happened... well, Nothing actually. Heh. Hope to just get my car lowered and tinted (for now) and of course, when I'm well off (bit more) buy a lovely house!
OH. Reading this month's CLEO really hit me hard. I think, I shall write in to them and share my thoughts. You guys should read this month's issue on the Migrated Urbanite Life (errr.. I don't think it's titled as such, but it's pretty much something like that.. OH SHITE. I'll just get it *ruffles through bag*) It's called: The Metropolitan Fallacy.
It really struck a chord in me.. about how life in the city changes us, and the actual merits of staying in our "sleepy" hometowns.
My thoughts on this:
I did, at some point, think that Penang was a little slow and sleepy, and yet, it didn't hit me, that when I was there, it wasn't at all boring! In fact, my mom keeps scolding me for treating the house as a hotel (aka come back to bathe and sleep only, otherwise, the whole time I'd be out). Now where did I cultivate that high-nose, shopping mall-er KL-itis??
I always complained, saying, KL is all malls and nothing else to do. Actually, it is partially true, as a lot of events are also held at malls. Of course, you have the clubs, the resorts, the back-to-nature places or whatever else place that offers recreation. I know, it's not fair to generalise, I know I'm not a futsal-er, or a gila fishing person, but I find it a tad harder to do all these things here rather than in Penang, where nature is just a step away. Or everywhere else for that matter.
Slowly but surely, I find myself going for a little more expensive brands, (I mean, in Penang, a RM200 top is like, "WHAT?", in KL, it's "cheap/affordable/okay"), I've become a perpetual mall-rat (worse from last time in Penang), I think that a place which is 38km away, is "actually not that far", paying RM5 for a bowl of noodles is "reasonable" and so on so forth. *SIGH*
I'm officially growing very comfortably into this metropolitan skin. I mean, the culture is everywhere that it's hard for a person in say, their 20s, just getting a job that pays fairly well and is quite a social, outgoing person, to NOT notice and feel the pressure.
Just the other time, at a cousin's wedding, another cousin of mine mentioned that, "Hey, generally people in Malaysia don't take an effort with their looks when going out. In New York, it's so different." I mean, just look at Devil Wears Prada. We Malaysians are Anne Hathaway and the Clackers are the New Yorkers. And true enough, Anne Hathaway does fall into that pressure hole (despite the fact she loves carbs and somehow fitted herself into a size 6 in the middle of the show). And it happens to all of us, most of us, out-of-towners that make it here to KL eventually.
All I can say is, it can sound depressing cause this does mean more shallowness, more emphasis on beauty, image and superficial things. I admit, I have given in, more than freely, to this addictive culture. And there's so much more to buy!
It's an interesting subject, this. I shall expound this when I have the right time and frame of mind. Heh. Meanwhile, go read CLEO. It's an eye opener. That article. Really. And see if, "Dia yang makan cili, dia yang rasa pedas" cases happen..
Nights.. :)
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