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.