I didn’t realize how much I miss Malaysia until I am home for a couple of days.
After almost a year in Bangkok, it’s easy to be convinced that the grass is greener in Bangkok. Why wouldn’t it be?
– local produce and locally made household items are much cheaper than Malaysia (and fresher)
– convenient store like 7/11 and Family Mart can be found at any corner.
– dairy products by CP are fresher and can be found in any convenient store
– taxi are 24 hours without midnight charges
– taxi rate is ridiculously cheap
– people are generally nicer and eager to please. Especially in the service line down to street vendors
– street food are delicious,fresh and cheap
– easier to get around with MRT, BTS, taxis and motorbike taxis
After a few days in Malaysia, I realized that even though Malaysia is a nation with myriad of troubles , it is still home and probably a better choice to raise a child.
Funny now that I’ve step out of the normality of everyday Malaysian life and start to reflect how Malaysia has shaped me, I realized that being Malaysian, we are actually more worldly, open minded, determine, hardworking that our Asians neighbors.
Being brought up in a culturally diversify country, we are color blind towards skin, eye and hair colour. Infact, being surrounded by people of various background, ethnicity and culture created the curiosity to explore the world and a thirst of everything unknown. Our linguistic ability is admirable, most of us are trilingual with at least basic conversational skills of English, Bahasa, Chinese (Mandarin, Hokkien, Hakka, Cantonese etc). Out taste buds has been trained to savour any kind of cuisine and we are adaptable with the ability to survive in any part of the world.
So, after 4 days 3 nights in Malaysia last week, I couldn’t help but entertain the thought of possibly moving back to Malaysia after little Jorgito is born. Maybe not immediately but surely when he is old enough to go to school. Because I want him (or her) to have the right foundation to a great adventure in life.