The Social Inability of a Malaysian Podiatrist

I could write a book. A book about how not to do anything successfully and still find great meaning in life. Honestly, it is not as hard as it seems, doing nothing. It can be very boring, and it can seem to last forever, however if we look at it positively, time would pass by swell.

So far, I have managed to meet few people. Not just because I am busy working hard on my imaginary important piece of work which would make me seem intellectual, but because most people around here have lives to live *shock horror*.

I can list down the places I have visited so far, and most seem to be food places. The most visited place in KL would be the 24 hour nasi kandar place next to Nikko. The people there can recognise us it's not funny. Once upon a time nasi kandar places were owned by individuals, and the roti canai man was the brother of the mee goreng man and the lady in charge of the cashier was either the wife of the nasi kandar man or the grandmother of the teh tarik man. Use your imagination. Nowadays, the whole food business is so commercialised, the nasi kandar place is a franchise and they employ workers from other places in bulk. They even have matching uniforms and cool Malaysian flag hats and all live together in a house somewhere.

I have to say, eventhough the place is open 24 hours, I have yet to gather enough guts to go out alone to buy the craved for roti kaya in the middle of the night. Call me sissy... wimp... chicken...

I have strong willpower and will not bow to the tantalising smells of the char kuay tiaw!

Even going out alone in the daytime can be quite a emotionally draining experience. The only place I feel relatively safe is KLCC, but there are only a limited number of shops in KLCC which will speed up the dent-in-pocket process all the more.

This is fast turning into a rambling post on the thoughts that go through my mind as I am about to fall asleep.

Anyways, back to social inability. I will strive to be a nicer person so that the nice people who dress in scarves and hats and woolly jackets in the middle of the tropics will smile at me. And then I can laugh at them without seeming too rude.