Feeling Blue

Assalamualaykum wht,

Met a recently graduated undergrad student from UK last weekend when he and his family came over to check out By's new babe. By wanted to get rid of this one to get an easy rider. So, if anyone's interested to buy a hotty like this, please contact me or By la ye.
Okey, back to this mamat. He commented that many of his friends aren't going back home to Malaysia; instead they're more contented working, living, and continuing to live in their own comfort zones. Kindda triggered me remember my life in Bloomington.

Hoowwy yes living in the states is bliss. The salary is tremendous, the environment/weather is magnificent not like Malaysia yang kalau-tak-hujan-panas-kalau tak-panas-hujan, the shopping is magnificent, the stuff are cheap, the people are polite, the customer service is perfect, and the feeling is independent. Yang last ni yang mahal nih.

Here are some examples happened in Malaysia to support my premise:

Goody and Stuff

Malaysia : We spent like half of our savings to buy furniture and equipments for our
new home. Plus the food in Tanjung Malim is quite crazy too mengalahkan
KL. We took a loan to buy our own car.

US : We spent like couple of dollars to buy food every week and that was it.
We could get beautiful furniture and sometimes paintings from the
dumpsters outside the apartment. All we need was big muscles to carry the
stuff into our house. Cars can be sold and bought without any complexity;
the cheapest decent car I got was $ 500.

Customer Service

Malaysia : I went to a crowded post office in Bukit Mertajam to ask a question
"Kalau nak beli sampul post express, kena beratur ke, boleh amik kat
kaunter stem je?" to a makcik who was sitting in a closed counter. No
answer. I asked again. No answer. I thought for a simple question like
that she may able to help the customer even though the counter was
closed. I asked for the third time. No answer, dia boleh buat bodo je. I
hate you makcik post office government yang malas nak layan orang, your
customer service is zero. (Phewww...am I glad to push it out of my
system after 6 months terperap in my stomach)

US : Makcik post office in Bloomington was really friendly, we chit-chatted
while waiting for my forms to be processed. She asked me if I have a
boyfriend, blablabla...girl's talk la pulak. We couldn't talk much since
the form processing was pretty fast.

Perspective

Malaysia : Malaysian people are too busy body, but bertempat. Yaaa, pada tempat
yang tak sepatutnya..kehkeh. This issue doesn't need to be elaborated
la. We all know too well the examples and whatnot. Issue perkauman lagi
satu, hok melayu, hok cina, hok india. Dok pusing pi mai pi mai tang tu
je laa.

US : We were basically free to do anything. If suddenly we hampar a newspaper on a sidewalk, nobody will sekodeng or starring at us. Even while wearing tudung, I actually didn't feel discriminated at all; even though I had been harassed twice by a crazy Mexican lady and a drunken trucker. As far as I am concerned, crazy Mexicans and truckers are not normal people so no point raising an issue here.

I am not trying to say weih, look. Malaysia is a bad country tak bleh dijadikan contoh langsung. Alahai,..no, no, jauh sekali la nak menderhaka pada tanah tumpah darahku ini. Maybe I just miss my life 5 years ago, cycling hopelessly from dorm to class everyday, browsing the internet to look for good recipes ( I even penah tengok resepi camne nak masak kari, memang hampagas betul time mula2 sampai US), walking around campus to snap for good pictures, having picnics with friends, knocking friends' door just to share their meal cause I don't have any, calling family back home and talked for hours, missing the good stuff in Malaysia, yup, missing things that I couldn't have while in the states. Obviously, the wheel keeps turning around.

I just realized that I treasured things when only they are gone.
Maybe I juuuuust love to miss something, like,.. missing if my specialty.
Bukankah rindu itu manis? (^-^)

posted by Hana' at 9/12/2006 08:24:00 AM |