Chinese New Year!
Because a single new year is just not enough for us Chinese people.
Our egos demand a two new years.
Double the celebration, double the fortune, luck, money, prosperity (burger).
I really hope I don't get any negative feedback for writing like this.
But what can I say?
I've neglected this blog (yet again) and am in need of some venting.
And what better way to vent than to be completely polarising, racially-offensive and radical.
I've had lots of things to think about these few weeks.
My visit back to my hometown has given me much to feel joyful about.
Seeing old friends, driving my old (but trusty) car (which I've decided to name Vernie) and let's not forget about the one thing us Malaysians love the most: FOOD.
The food here is great.
But most of all, it's soooo good.
I mean who'd wanna pay $30 for a plate of roti canai when you can get it for $1 here!?
I promised myself I'd blog more frequently, now that I'm out of uni.
But it looks like I've let myself down...AGAIN.
Well, if you read my blog (and enjoy reading it), I must apologise for my apparent laziness.
May you
Truth be told, I've been wanting to blog for quite some time now,
but we all know the hardest step to blogging is typing out that first sentence (or even the title)!
The reason for my absence in cyberspace is simply because... I was having wayyyy too much fun in the real world.
Spending time with real people, instead of hammering away on my keyboard.
Hopelessly wishing for more people to read my blog.
But enough about my selfish neglect, I've thought about some other stuff lately.
Malaysia (or to be more specific, Sabah) is such a great place to live in.
Sure it might still be a developing country,
with infrastructures no match for that of Australian standards.
But I've come to realise that I am Malaysian,
and like it or not, I've grown up in a Malaysian environment.
I live and breathe the Malaysian culture (subconsciously, of course).
When I landed here, I found myself alienated.
I felt like a foreigner returning to his favourite vacationing spot.
I couldn't speak their language, I just pointed.
I couldn't understand them, I just nodded cluelessly.
But with time, my (cultural) identity came back to me.
I guess I never lost it in the first place.
It just took some time and lots of confrontations to bring out my old self.
Not that my old self is someone extremely social and all that.
But its good enough to feel at home here.
So much so, that I've spoken to my parents.
I expressed interest in staying here.
Not for another week, not another month, not another semester.
I told them I wanted to move back here permanently.
I'll start all over again.
Do my A-levels here.
Hopefully do well enough to get into a university here.
Public? Private? It doesn't really matter.
As long as its here, where I belong.
Don't get me wrong.
I don't mean to diss Perth or Australia.
It's a great place.
My uni is awesome and all that.
I've met some really great people there.
And I do think I can experience the world better there.
Or at the very least, experience a different world.
But Perth is missing something, can't quite put a finger on it though.
Something that I can only feel when I'm back home.
There's just something about this place, I guess.
Not just the friends or food (though the friends part was a huge determinant).
I just feel more at home here. The smell of the place.
Waking up to a beautiful scenery.
Hearing my high school bell ring every morning,
followed by the national anthem being played shortly after.
That and so many other small things I barely noticed.
Things I think we, as Sabahans, take for granted.
To my utmost delight, dad agreed.
Mum was a little hesitant but I promised her I'd try hard to make this work.
This is where getting good grades really help with convincing parents.
Everything is set.
The gears of fate is about to start spinning again.
Looks like I won't be back at UWA for my second year,
though I'll probably still drop by around there to visit friends.
I'll head back to Perth as planned.
I'll pack up my stuff.
And leave after a month or so.
More than enough time to say goodbye to everyone.
And just enough time for the mid-year intake for A-levels.
Changes are scary, even when change is what you want.
I'm grateful to have a friend with me while I'm going through all this.
And just like me, it seems like she's changing a few things too.
I guess I'll leave things here for the mean time.
This is all quite a bit of news to process, especially for those who know me personally.
And ESPECIALLY to all the friends I made in Perth.
If any of you are reading is, it's not you; its me.
Perth is great and all,
but home is where the heart is.
And my home is here.
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| Menara Tun Mustapha a.k.a Yayasan Sabah Tower. The tallest building and symbol of Sabah. Complete with a restaurant on the 18th floor. Did I mention the 18th floor also rotates around 360. |
Listening to Tongue Tied - Grouplove
Homeward Bound: #obviouslie,
TK
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