Wednesday, September 15, 2021

Daydream pt. 2

I find myself being lost in my daydreams more often than I like to these days, the closer it is to the deadlines I'm having when I should be focusing on doing my work 💀💀💀 Sometimes they go out of hand so just felt like sharing some of them. Even this is the watered down version of an unrealistic full list I typed out while procrastinating hahah. 

I'm going to the psychology field so this one probably won't happen unless I go into the corporate world and be able to earn a lot of disposable cash lol and even then I would probably have some voice telling myself in my head that I should use it for charity or something more meaningful but yes pls bear with this. I daydream of buying my mum luxury designer brand handbags, specifically a Chanel Lambskin Quilted Flap Bag (~RM22,000+ HAHAHAHHA), or Chanel Wallet on Chanel Classic Wallet on Chain (~RM12,000), or a Dior Lady Dior bag (~RM7,900), or a Louis Vuitton Neverfull (~RM6750) or a Louis Vuitton Capucines (~RM23,000), or a Celine Belt Bag (~RM10,000). Bye why are these so oddly specific lol. I guess sometimes when I see these worn by young people especially from high school days I'm wondering how much generational wealth one has. Anyway, looking at these bags made me realize how many of what we see in the local market  like on Christy Ng, Milliot & Co, etc. are actually dupes based on these high fashion brands.

Moving on to Durrah's Tan Sri lifestyle fantasies. I get to eat with my family at some high-end fine dining places. Like eating The Feast of Versailles at The Brasserie, St Regis costing RM400+ per person, posting it on Instagram without being sensitive, just a few hours of posting about crowdfunding for people living in poverty (if I ever happen to be this person pls do not hesitate to cancel me online, I deserve it). Have regular meetups at Nobu KL. My friends were laughing at me before because I mentioned how I said I daydream about eating at these fine-dining places, followed by saying how my favorite food is Maggi instant noodles 😂

I look at all these opportunities to study overseas. I think about how practically impossible it is to do so without having a scholarship. Without having to work at least for a few years first. I wonder how it's like to be able to freely do so without worrying about those. I wonder how it's like to be someone who has experienced studying in places like SOAS, University of London, or Oxford, or Harvard, or Cambridge, or LSE, or Goldsmiths. I look at Master's of Clinical Psychology programmes. In Australia, it would cost ~RM300,000. In Singapore, it would cost ~RM200,000. I look at one year programmes in the UK I might be interested in outside of Psychology, ranging around ~RM100,000. Then I look at all the psychology-related jobs/internships that doesn't pay a single cent HAHAHAHHAA. The same goes to NGOs, centres focusing on human rights and what not. Prestigious places that can be afforded to go into the CVs of prestigious people without getting pay. 

I get to go to New York, the one as seen in movies. I get to go to London, the background of all the Sophie Kinsella books I've been reading religiously since young. I get to go to the Louvre. I get to go to Rome. I get to see all the art and symbolism mentioned by Dan Brown in his books. I get to live off somewhere where no one knows me, just like all the countless blogs of solo female travelers I read as they go off and become an au pair in some European country without having to be worried of what their families or friends think back home. To take a train ride straight to Thailand. To see the Macchu Picchu in Peru. See the St. Basil's Cathedral in Moscow, Russia. Go to Morocco. Jordan. Capadoccia in Turkey. Cordoba in Spain. Lisbon in Portugal. 

I go to KLCC every day HAHAHHA.

But for now, I am thankful with what I have. I am thankful to be able to serve others. I am thankful to have my family with me and my friends. I am thankful to have K-Pop, movies, series, books, and things to entertain me. 

And for now, I have a thesis to work on. 

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