Garden of Eden

It’s been a week since New Year already, and time is seemingly running out. Apparently, this year I won’t be enjoying my favourite lokam’s during CNY celebrations, due to some discreet or perhaps I should add extremely unpleasant reasons (ask me if you’d like to know). How rather unfortunate... but well, there would still be plenty of other foods that I will miss enjoying so adding one to the list wouldn’t be that significant of an impact anymore.

Just that day I read about someone being apprehended by their parents for staying at home too much during the holidays, and bam suddenly started continuously hanging outside more than anything else in the world for a period of time before returning back to the normal routine. That fits me, and I will be going through that during these times I guess. I think it’s always nice to look and try on new things even if you aren’t purchasing anything, and minus the salesperson looking over your shoulder every single second exhibiting their impressive stalking behaviour.

Among my observations these couple of days were,

I don’t really get how school students would want to hang out at one1 or mid valley after their hours. Wouldn’t they be tired? Walking aimlessly requires a fair amount of energy and I’m quite positive that would be the last thing on the list of priorities (I’d rush back to home sweet home lah). No, I wasn’t directing my curiosity towards those who occasionally hangs out there but rather those that infests these malls like almost every other day zomg.

Malls are much better without too many people at once for me. I know no one wants to visit a deserted and unpopular place but when the sales were on in mid valley, the crowd was like woah! till can faint. Maybe it’s just me being dizzy myself and since I don’t favour rowdy crowds at all I guess it is understandable I felt that way.

More people are getting more fashion conscious. Somehow it makes me feel under dressed. I’ll quote someone who said something like ‘while there are plenty of Abercrombie/Victoria types strutting around, there is an equally fair share of monsters too’. Funny and true also lah, it’s just that sometimes I’d feel monster-ish too though I’d prefer not to feel so. It goes something like this, when the subject of comparison is pasar-malam-uncle I’d feel extremely superior but once that Abercombie or perhaps CK is thrown in I’d coil myself up somewhere dark and cry hard. No matter how they put it lah, being attractive does make things easier and will always be considered. People just would rather not admit having such shallow perceptions so that they don’t hurt the feelings of others. I’ve heard a fair share about me myself too.

* I think I may have accidently ventured into a very grey area of thought, and realised my argument isn’t well laid and thought through thoroughly. Yet. Timeout for me, nyah nyah :]

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