inferiority complex thy suffer…

This place felt foreign. And weird . And awkward. Nothing seems right. I left this domain a long time ago and i’m a bit slow to kick up the mood.  Yes, i’m talking about my  blog-lah,( what else do you think i’m talking about?)

My prolonged absence is a casualty of too much assignment and assesment every week. So, yours truly here, is pretty busy. Alas , now only she can squeeeze half an hour of her time , while racking her brain what analogy should she  put in her next essay.My apologies.

I see a lot of progression among my friends since i vanished from the blogging arena( albeit temporarily).Rahim’s got one, najmi ,ryd.Lucky them, they must have a lot of spare time to boot.

Oh, yes, you can liken sunway with the aforesaid opening words too.To summarize whats sunway like? Cool but expensive. Air conds, computer id, swimming pool, tennis court , all the works.Please, as accesible as  Internet can be over here, do not compare me with aijud or anna who updated their blog everyday. True, I have wireless connection practically installed in my own room but  whats the point?. I posess no  hardware. The PC. I dont bloody own one.

Familiar with "birds of a feather , flocks together?". Well, my idea of people with similar feathers of mine here are very rare. So, its tough to find friends around here. Shocking as can be, i ‘m a little introverted here, subdued. Granted, you can be buddies with your classmates, chatting  and idle gossips but once you step out of the class, they gravitate away from you as if i’m exerting human version of  kryptonite .Maybe i’m being ahead of myself. Its been only three weeks. My former schoolmeates had been nothing but helpful. Thank you so much , for letting me bother you every once in while.
To be fair, i’m a lone ranger but they lead a different lifestyle as i am and it  pains me to   say, " Alamak, cannot join u guys la for the movie today, have to finish my homework".These buggers here do not even bother to come to class and had been behind their homework since kindergarten.Say, they will exclaim "Stay up? Whats that? For studies? No way."

( Omigod, someone just kissing beside me!).

See? You want the good samaritan, naive, innocent, hanani become one of this filthy rich lot?
I/m not a part of this culture, i’m not cut out for this urban living of life.

To be fair, sunway college has it shares of good things too. The coupling trend, rampant in  public universities and school,are not that evident here. Everyone here are friends, they sit together regardless of gender and happily chatting away.
Mind you, nothing touchy-feely ever happenned right there. It made me wonder however, why students in public uni and schools go mad crazy to get hitched.My own little theory is the  thing that causes our hormones to go on a rampage is because of this little tyrant called curiosity. Back in school, the chance of verbal contact with the opposite sex is limited, so the very idea to even get a glimpse of whats the " other side" look like can make the adrenaline( or whatever hormones that is involved) goes high.

Therefore, it does make sense to me if a guy are willing to waste  their precious smses just to deliver a one line message( " dah makan?") to  the girl just sitting across him. They get limited supplies of contact thus curiosity rears its ugly head.Here, we have  a better alternative. Plus its free. Its called talking.

Just go and chat, no ones going to scrutinise you like back in school  where talking to a boy in the canteen suggest something scandalous to spectators.Even here, a guy who’s in  a mushy mood and start acting protective of her girl ( walking her to class,accompanying her everywhere) will look like a wimp. Look, i’m not retaliating back at my school for depriving me of social skills when a guy is within my environs,but just to illustrate how logical it can be. Analogy — school-There are scarce supplies, tiny specks of exposure deemed as a luxury. Here, you have oversupply of communication,you get sick of them thus you are capable of being neutral.

Shifting the limelight to me back, i am trying VERY hard to stray away from too much lagha’. Last night was the Pussycatdolls’ concert at Sunway lagoon’ surf beach,  view that can be clearly seen just outside my balcony. It so happenned that i have Physics Test this morning. And as you guess it, i was literally memorising  "Newton First Law of Motion"  amidst the blast of  screaming cheers and the melodies " looosen up my button baby, uhuh~~~".
Can you imagine how VERY hard it was not to resist the temptation of occasionally go out and take a peek . Because i knew,  a peek can extend into one hour. And one hour can extend to the whole concert.

So, thats that. Here in sunway college.

P/s " I’m seriously thinking that my english accent is getting americanised by every the passing day. Yikes. I WANT to be British!

Oh how am i astonished that the Americans have landed and proclaimed this nation as their 51st state and no one bloody told me.

I’m talking about the longwithstanding young-urban obsession with everything western from food to linguistics.I read with mild interest an articel on  Klang valley youngsters confusion  that emulating the westerns deemed as the coolest thing on earth.The writer also brought forward few anecdotal evidence on how the american culture rear its ugly head and how poor, carefree adolescents fall prey to it.Just few days ago, my good friend  voiced his grievance over how  the western obsession  had an effect  on our choice of , ehem, garments especially towards our female counterparts and how he despised them.It bothers him so much he suffered from first -stage insomnia worrying over the phenomenon.Thus, enough excuse for me to write something.In Italic are extracts from the article that i read.

" I overheard a conversation , spoken in a mixture of faux British and American accents, between two Asian girls donning faux British and American wardrobe ( I assume)"

Girl 1= I just had sucky. I liked it.

Girl 2= Oh, thats nice. Sucky is so good. I always loved sucky

" My head did an impossible 270 degree turn upon hearing this, exposed as i was to pornographic radiation since 12"

Finally, the writer get it. Its SAKE, actually.Pronounced as Sah-kay. The Japanese rice wine.

Now,  sake is quite a posh liquor drink , sets you back a couple of dollars if you wish to have one.And scarcely available at local, common pubs.The point is, people just try so hard, dont they?.So hard to be cool. So hard to be cultured. So hard to be foreign.

Because foreign is cool. Foreign is exotic.Foreign is high class.Which all make sense now the current style of clothing, our talking and dining.And they like to ram it down everybodys throat. You know, the sort of crowd you might mingle in Jalan Telawi, Sri Hartamas,Bukit Bintang and other high-end hangout spots. The lot  who havent got a clue that Mawi actually exist.The overly  girlish, overly stylish and overly social.Often speaking loudly, they announced to people ten feet square around them how, better, how classy they are from us, their imagined third world monkeys.( Seriously, we even have schools distinguished by this style of speaking of their pupils,-pun intended)

Its not a matter of pronouncing certain words. Hell, we do that all the time. I was mispronouncing ‘genre’ for more than 17 years untill a teacher set me straight. (I pronounced it as jen -ray rather than john-rah, by the way).

Its a matter of trying, desperately, to show off how flaired one is by demonstrating how worldly one is, and failing miserably at that.Pathetic, isnt it?

" I overheard this at an immigration department,"

Boy1=  I love to eat fas-jis-tas

Boy2=. Yeah. fas-jis-tas are delicious "

For the record, its fajistas(fah-ee-tah).Admit now, you must have at least one experience with people talking about their sophisticated,ridiculously expensive dining experience.And they just turn up eveywhere,foie -gras, tapas, escargot and god knows how many names of japanese drinks and Spanish dishes spewing from their mouths which i doubt not every one of them are quite easy on our palate. But what the hell, i want to be exotic. Taste be damned.(quicknote — foie gras is liver, escargot is snails, literally)

" Two years ago i was to meet a celebrity in Putrajaya, and here’s how the convesation went..

Me= So, where are you staying?

Celebrity =Oh, we re staying at the Mario Hotel, Putrajaya

Me= Mario hotel? Never heard of it.

Celebrity= Oh, its quite famous, five stars and all that

Me= Right. Be there in half an hour

" Okay,so i asked a taxi driver to this Mario Hotel of his. Long story short, the driver couldnt find it, and there goes my 40 bucks.I called up my contact and eventually , we find the place and….drumroll—it was JW Marriott Hotel. Not Mario."

Hm. The writers story made me wonder, perhaps the guy he was liasing with thought that it was a French-Italian hotel or something and decided to pronounce it " correctly".People want to SOUND good no matter what the consequences, sometimes forgetting where they are.

Just the other day, i watched an interview on Hitz.Tv with a quite known TV presenter whom may had stayed abroad for a few years.And she’s an Asian, mind you.

Host: "So, what do you do for fun?"

TV Presenter: "Oh,i go out with my Asian friends and we have Asian food."

Hello? Hows that for irony.

P/s : All the anti-westernization posturing adopted, the writer hopes she’s not alone in this.