I am just a small town kinda girl.

Bangsar always does this to me.

Everytime I step into Bangsar or KL I have the urge to I don't know, murder, maim or hurt someone.

On milder days I just have the urge to turn right back, I fantasise about taking the wheel from my husband and physically turning the grumbling green waja straight to back to SA, where the grass is greener and there is better cheaper food and I can get a manicure and a pedicure for just RM 50 or lower.

And Oh how I dream.

Bangsar. The land of the cool. Supposedly. And they drive around in their big cars and honk at you for crossing the road ( even when you are running across) and they double park just because they feel like they own the place, where rice and lauk cost RM 7 or more, where people talk in slangish english and as if they are better smarter cooler and just -oh-so-wise than anyone else.

Where talking in Bahasa means you're either rural, or from Pandora or something. Where noses are so turned up they can probably reach the damn sky. And big gigantic glasses frame evil penetrating stares.


God. My hormones are taking over me.

Am just a small town girl. I feel silly wearing big black glasses in a mall, my little family only owns one Malaysian car, I like looking at green trees and grass, I like listening to the call for prayer, and I like a good bargain. I mix my Bahasa and English and do not think its wrong, I carry my daughter in my arms instead of a xspansive baby sling, I do not think its right to double park. I work to earn a living AND I dont own any Gucci or Prada bag.

SO there.