23 December 2018

Save Me From Myself

RM1000 is all needed to book a house in downtown Cyberjaya. Here I am in the showroom, debating with myself on buying the unit or not.

The promoter was a fierce but kind Chinese lady who goes with the name Rachel. She was a lovely mother, I surmised after her daughter called when she was showing me the calculation.

"It's ok, you sleep now you can play for a long, long time. Mommy have to work."

"Close your eyes for 5 minutes and you will sleep."

"I hang up now ya. Mommy have to work."

I don't know if it's a conspiracy to guilt trip me into buying, but I do feel a bit guilty of taking her time on a Sunday evening. Honest to God, I wasn't eager to buy a house, but I've got to say I was pressured into buying one.

My colleagues ushered me to buy a house as a solution to my nomad lifestyle.

"You seemed to only be planning to graduate and work. Then your plan ends there."

My electrical engineer deducted about me. Little did he know I only planned to survive PLKN. It is 11 years that my original plan ended, and this all is an afterthought. After PLKN, I honestly had no idea what to do about life. I was literally thinking I was going to die in PLKN because my paralyzing fear of going there was so legit.

I am planning to move to another house soon, because I began to hate the tenants aka my ex and my prospective housemates. They all promised to stay for at least a year, and all of them didn't keep their promise. They verbally agreed to find a substitute if they wanted to leave, but when I asked them to do so they told me it's impossible to do, leaving me to bear the financial burden of the rent and the bills alone.

But finding a decent room to rent is almost as hard as finding a unicorn. The rooms that come with a car park would set me back RM400 at least. That, I can tolerate. But the neighbourhood, the state of house, the housemates, the distance to my workplace are all impossible to bear.

Some owners had stricter regulations than the other. Some explicitly said they would only rent the room out to tenants younger than 30. Hello Malaysia. What is this new craziness. Where would single unwanted bachelors in their 30s live? I know since we're virgins we're gonna turn into wizards after we reach 30, but we still need a house to live in.

Living alone for 2 weeks now makes me feel excruciatingly lonely, and the prospect of coming to work excites me. Can you tell how f*ed up is that? That life was so cruel you feel like your work is saving you from going crazy. It's usually the other way round!

I finally paid RM200 out of the RM1000 to book the unit, and I promised to pay the outstanding balance by Thursday, and I'm still unhappy with my decision. This is an uncharted territory that I've never traveled to before, this means I'm transforming into a working class adult whose concerns in life revolves around living a decent, normal life. And trying to do that actually makes me feel like being chained to the material world even more. I could actually feel my soul being entrapped and my heart sank as I finalised the transaction.

I hate adulting. 




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  1. i feel u brosis! Life hard. rasa nak balik kampung je ni, tengok ada chance tak nak tanam jagung.

    "Some owners had stricter regulations than the other. Some explicitly said they would only rent the room out to tenants younger than 30. Hello Malaysia. What is this new craziness. Where would single unwanted bachelors in their 30s live? I know since we're virgins we're gonna turn into wizards after we reach 30, but we still need a house to live in. "

    this is so mean. mmmm...

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