Alleged Subordination of Man on KL Rapid.

Whilst 'man on the Clapham(district in south London, England) Omnibus(bus)' refers to imaginary person whose ideas and opinions are considered to be typical of ordinary British people, it brought to mind a new phrase referring to the typical civilian of the capital-of-cum-the-largest-metropolitan-city-in-Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur - 'Man on the KL rapid'.


While linguistic imagination of the author of this blog takes flight, it evolves into a sort of analysis of a particular population of civilians in the city, the KLian （which doesn't literally stand for kelian, ok). I'm definitely a neophyte here groping along my way to adapt to this brand new milieu around which my life in the near future would revolve. So, it's quite not seemly to comment about this beautiful place. Strewn with sky scrappers, draped in a spectrum of pomp and gaiety, vibrating with a framework of exciting lifestyles of la dolce vita full of glares and limelight. This is a beautiful place. 
Its beauty elicit the flocking of pulchritudinous blondes in blue cornea as well as blackies in sexy, slender figures into the city, morphing itself into a rendezvous into where people from all walks and kinds of life would congregate. This city was once dubbed as the best travel destination across Asia, which one cannot leave out. 
Fact of the matter, an assort of outcasts have been indispensable from this city. And it can be easily proven while you saunter down the street and find some figures of 'conspicuous hues and height' with striking features, bobbling up and down in the sea of the crowd. Practically, they are bestowed upon an uplifted social status to which each and everyone of men on the street would look up. They are discerned as packages of perfection: A monetarily strong background, a marveling look that never fails to fascinate, and a body trunk of well-ripped muscles and abs. 
(I highlight only the masculine kind of them as due to their relevance to my life.) 
It's not hard for us who are staying in a hostel inhabited by people of more than one skin colour, to spot a silhouette of manliness wandering about the garden, half-naked. Their body attracts more glimpses of enviousness after their work-outs which are done in the midst of the pleasant attention of others and in the middle of the garden.
Watching out of the windowpane, we the locals can't help but showing a multitude of admiration. In hindsight, some plans are drawn out where we are obliged to march ourselves down to the gymnasium to have some serious and frenetic exercises to honour our own bodies like how they do. Definitely, some bodily corrections are explicitly required.


Anyway, which guy on earth doesn't want to have a to-die-for body image?


However, it's not something that comes with no string attached. It takes immoderate desire and dauntless determination. It's not simply something we can covet, for now, may be. Our main focus is not restricted to only building a divinely body image, but we focus on constructing our future. We are not like them. Perhaps, they have the intelligence that allows them to only browse through the notes the night before the exam and are still able to pass with flying colours. And thus, their seeming blandness in garnering knowledge and the mastery of the syllables of the courses. They have time to work their bodies really hard in the way that it really rips their bodies, but at a same time, robs them off the energy to carry out other activities, like study. We certainly won't risk our necks by doing that on a daily basis and end up flunking the papers and bringing down the world we have been constructing so far. 


We honour ourselves. Just that the way we accomplish it is different from theirs. 
Man on the Clampham Omnibus is not far off the man on the KL Rapid.

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College life. A benchmark that features the turning point of our life. it's a point of influx where maturity meets childishness. The mixture makes what we are for the time being.
College life, with gossips swirling the auditoriums and lecture halls, alongside with gales of convivial laughter with no inhibition, upbrings everyone in their own respective way. Some has a dignified way to undergo the metamorphosis, some has a smooth-sailing transition. it differs from one to one.

Should college life be not far off a body, then housemates are the integrals from which we can't be dispensable. They make up the wholeness of the former, and derives more than just a shred of importance. They can be saving graces when you are covered in shroud of urgency and have lost your head. They can be good targets for you to kill time in a natural way. They are more than what they seem to be. Some may contend that, they can live aloof from the community, let alone housemates. I would say nothing about it. But, whilst the neighbours next door are painting the town red, and you are all alone in the so-called comfort area of yours, needless to say, don't you think, there lies the refutation and its underpinning evidence?
Nonetheless, one point that's not a sweeping statement is that, relationships between humans are truly vulnerable. They are gravely fragile that a slight appearance of differences in the way humans opine would leave the comradeship in shreds.

Sometimes, having scholar housemates can only impact positively on your life, your perspective from which you are viewing the world, as well as your energy invested to give your own best shot in refining yourselves, or so you thought. It can go another way round, if you are not aware of. It's pressuring as concatenation goes and hit you right on the head. It's can be really hurt when you realize that what you think you are good at is surprisingly and relatively nonchalant to what others're capable of. Comparison is always there when sentient beings are amassing together. The idyllic stupor of which you have conceive yourself of one of the character, and have been in the character for quite a long while, burst all soon. The reality and its ruthlessness do slap, with you sliding down the gradient of confidence and get plunged into a world of losers. This is not the quality of being kiasu, but it's just that when others are capable of doing so, why don't we? And it' can be worse when you realize that your tenacity of knowledge is so bad that everything slips away and drop on the floor or wheresoever each time you make a turn on your head, have a good time laughing out your lunch over a lame joke, and simply, have a short nap to kill the scorching-hot-like-living-in-hell-fire afternoon. Fiend keeps beckoning me to be back to where from which i was once freed, and people around me who have no even a slight clue of what is going on, may have just smattered some craps like the pie-in-the-sky, Pollyanna-type and world-through-rose-coloured-classes concept that will reconstruct and bask me back again into the dream which have just burst.
Learning is hard. Going after scores is hard. But, aren't these the essence of making up a life a teenage? Don't try to refute me by saying that the real excitement we should have as teenagers are from la dolce vita built on the pillars of orgy or parties with no regard of anything concerning academics. That's so not true. Ok, be reminded the reason of what we are all doing now. WE ARE BUILDING OUR FUTURES! Your academic levels define and outline the framework of your life as a working person and mostly everything about it. Ya, you may try to contend with frowned eyebrows that academic, though important, is not everything in our working life. Ya, i could agree no more, but, watch out my words, i was saying that it DEFINES and OUTLINES the coarse silhouette of our careers. Many other things must have been taken into accounts before we can say one is successful in one way or another. There are more than one yardstick in this context.

Remember illiteracy does shackle and fetter. Til this end, don't under-ascertain the power and influence of education on your future. Wait, i think i have just swerved away from my main idea which initially i wanna talk about. Ok, there is a point where you may feel dog-tired, all-in, overwhelmed by the series of frenetic concatenation. Do hold on people, because you know exactly the reason why you re doing this, and how to make yourself energetic again. Don't regret only until the extent that you got to relinquish something you cherish, which you think that you have got a hang of it.  

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