A little insight… Leaving Malaysia.

I went to a multi-cultural school and I spent most of my school life in it.  Through the many years I’ve been there, it’s safe to say that I’ve met many people who have left their hometown, the place they grew up in, the place where they met their friends, because their parents had been moved to oh so wondrous Malaysia to continue their work.  I’ve seen many people adapt to the lifestyle of Malaysia, and some still hold the traits of where they came from, but still, they enjoy the occasional plate of Roti Canai and Milo Ais!

I’ve seen many people so ecstatic about going back home for the holidays.  I never knew how it felt to go back home, well because, I never did leave Malaysia for more than a month.  But that was a long time ago.  Right now, I can’t wait to get out.  Not because I’m looking forward to life outside Malaysia, but because I can’t take life in here. This place.  Don’t get me wrong, I love Malaysia, I love the food, the people I’ve met and the.. OK, maybe not the hot weather, but I love the rain.  I love KL, and everything about it.  It’s just the matter of who.  So basically, I love to be a tourist in Malaysia.  I like staying in Malaysia only to enjoy the many great things it offers like entertainment and such.  But once you care about the details, it’s hard to change your opinions.  It’s just mind boggling because of the overload of promises that have been made, but no changes to Malaysia.  Malaysia is the same, last year, and it will be this year.

So, if I ever leave Malaysia, there won’t be any tears, but smiles, and butterflies for what’s to come.  Maybe in 20 – 30 years, Malaysia would be an ideal environment for me.  So, I don’t think I’ll ever come across the feeling of missing home.  But home is where the heart is, and I guess that’s where your you left it, with family, and friends, and FOOD!

Won’t go into detail about Malaysia and ‘why it so lie dat’.  You never know when masked men will break through your window and catch you.

Laters.

A little insight… Blog(s)(ging).

To be honest, I would never thought I’d be writing this ‘post’ or even own a ‘Blog’.  I’ve always thought that blogs were personal online diaries that one chooses to share with people around the world, but doesn’t that just defeat the purpose of calling it a diary? Or maybe they don’t refer to it as a diary?  But I’ve read a handful myself and the majority of it are all personal feelings or the usual “Today I went to college to only find out that I have no classes to attend.” Oh, how perfect.  Coincidence? I think so.  Here’s a question though, what would a ‘blogger’ do when he/she had an uneventful week, month or even a year?  Would they just write some boring shit? Or do bloggers have to be thoughtful and capable of pouring out their mind and soul onto the screen.

I have read a lot of types of blogs before even starting this one.  There are blogs that have information about places or food or whats happening around the world and such, and I find that really fascinating and not to mention, cool.  It’s just those blogs with pink coloured back grounds and an overload of pictures with stars and those weird cartoon bunnies or hamsters pasted or watermarked onto the page.  Yes, I’m talking about those ‘Ah Lian’ blogs.  Not only do Ah Lian bloggers have those stuff, even normal girls (I’m not being sexist here) flood their blogs with pictures of themselves with their pillows and stuff.  One of my lecturers once said that when you take a picture, your supposed to be taking it with someone or to remember something like places, buildings and what not.  Why the hell would you want to remember your pillow?! Or the fact that you poke your cheeks and do a little frown only to flood it with flowers and ‘Hamtaro’ and ‘Tamaguchi’ or whatever.  But then again, I wouldn’t understand why they were doing it, because it was all in Chinese. Mandarin, if you’re wondering what Chinese it was, obviously. But maybe they were poking their cheeks because it was itchy or some shit.

I’ve always thought ‘Damn! You must’ve a lot of shit on your daily agenda to have a blog.’ I mean, if you don’t, what would you write about? Maybe that’s why them girls put pink coloured walls and cartoon pictures because the truth is their blogs are actually really just fucking boring! Hm, how about that?

Anyways, I know this post, or me having a blog is hypocritcal, but hey, I’d like to try this out.  Everybody is a hypocrite anyways. Denying the fact that you’re one, already makes you one.   So I’ll just stick to this for a bit and see how it turns out.  Well, if it gets boring, I can always put Doraemon on my page!

Laters.