Tan is not a good colour on me. I was showering today afternoon and I looked down to see a shade of brown that is too dark for my tastes of my skin! But I’ll let it slide, i’m going to go back to boston soon anyway, will go vampire again in no time
So tampons are amazingly easy to slide in (i’m guessing the blood has something to do with it. *cues horrified gags*) but not as comfortable as they say. I guess they got used to the feeling of something stuck in there? I feel like if I were to pee that thing will shoot out o.O Maybe I didn’t stick it in deep enough? And since this is my first time, it gives me absolutely no comfort because I keep worrying that some blood will spill out anyway.
You know, I’m being absolutely gross. I’ll stop.
I’ve been thinking about the subject of Malaysian culture, or at least the subculture regarding fashion. There are people who look at people who dress up in a ‘lala’ way and give a little look of disgust at the ‘inappropriateness’ of the way they dress. Yet, I’m quite sure that they’ll be highly accepting of the above means of dress if they visited Japan and seen the people there. We always thought of the ‘lala’ style as a style imported from Japan, but couldn’t it be possible that the people who first decided to dress up like that perhaps have never seen or heard of how people wear clothes in the land of the rising sun? Couldn’t that have been the start of a Malaysian subculture on our own terms? instead of being pointed at and sneered upon as impostors and copycats.
It’s the same as every other thing we seem to do. Everything seems to be accused as copied here and taken from there that we are robbed of anything (other than mamaks? haha) that we can call truly ours. But think about it? Isn’t this true for any country in the world that ever been through colonisation? Is there really an untainted culture? Isn’t the world truly a huge melting pot in the end? The Philippinos have a dish that’s apparently identical to one in Argentina. Did one copy another? Well, no. The spanish went to both places, that’s why.
Perhaps that’s why Americans decided to drive on the right, pull doors instead of push, say color instead of colour. In an attempt to have their own identity, they switched everything away from the convention of the British system.
And what about us Malaysians? I, for one, am going to stop saying who copied what, and stop staring at the people who wear leggings or full-length dresses in the mall. After all, if everyone critiques anything seemingly ‘outrageous’ that people wear, aren’t we going to be stuck in the same plain tees and blouses and jeans forever? Or perhaps we would be walking around in sarongs and cheongsams still! (though I would actually love to walk around in my cheongsam, but that has been relegated to the ‘formal’ department) I applaud those who dare copy the fashionable trend – however ridiculous it is in our absurdly hot weather – and stand out like black sheep to be laughed at by the people who wouldn’t dare to do the same in their lives.
