Backlogged To Bangkok

No sorry this post has nothing to do with any exciting adventures to Thailand and there are no Tigers (or Thai Girl's, depending on how you pronounce it *wink wink*) to see here. If you want to read up on stuff like that I suggest you go to www.kennysia.com (shameless plug! good read though!) However I happened to have noticed that my blog is seriously in need of an update!

And since I don't really have the time to write an entry, I found an entry that I was supposed to have posted when I was still in Malaysia. Many things happened then, my niece and nephew were a year older, a potential love was lost, amongst many other things, some things never mentioned will just fade into the fog of forgotten history and I'm alright with that. Anyways, here's the post!

Home is where the heart is… but where is my heart?
And just as quick as it began, it had come to an end. 3 months have flown past! The same sights, the same memories, the same people, the same place that I call home, and now was the time I had to return back to the ‘other place.’ Ironic that soon, this place would be the ‘other place.’ I don’t know which one is home, it is wherever I happen to be, and I am wont to shift. I guess home is where the heart is, and if so, anyone know of a place to donate one since I think I have two.

Leaving so soon?
Having stored up enough memories to make it through another grueling year of university and enough weight to survive the habit of laziness or ineptitude in cooking, it’s time to pack up my bags and leave this place. This feeling of non-productivity chews at my soul, I want to be learning or at least contributing, holidays don’t really suit me and thus it is time to leave. I must really be my workacholic father’s son.

The Linked Independent
I did not spend as much time with my family (especially my parents) as I would’ve liked, for which part I am mostly to blame. But thankfully there will be time when my mother arrives in NZ early March. Living in Malaysia in a house with my parents, my grandmother, my brother, my sister and her husband and her two children (not to mention 3 maids), I am not my own, it will be refreshing to be independent again, but also testing. Do I still have what it takes or has these three months changed me?

The End of an Era
Having spent 3 months in Malaysia, and having seen my friend Jackson almost every day in those months, it is impossible to not acknowledge his friendship and how much it means. The student has become the teacher, and I am now the student and even after many hours of DoTA tutelage, I have come to the conclusion that I am not a very good student. He still gets all the Godlikes and I get the Doglikes. Jackson leaves for America in March, and he is anything like you Matt, it will be 5 years before I see him again because of our differing holidays. And maybe it will bring change, or maybe he will remain the same, time will tell. However it is truly the end of an era.

Ever the same, ever different
Things will be different next year when I come back, we’ll be moving into a new house, my dear cousin will be married, and that new supermarket will be opening up. And these are only the things that I can foresee! How much more those which I cannot? But for now, thank you Malaysia, thank you Sitiawan, thank you Wesley Methodist Church, thank you friends, I will once again grace your shores next year. It won’t be too long till I start working and may not get the chance to come back for long anymore, I will cherish every moment.

John Mayer – “Wheel”
And airports see it all the time
Where someone's last goodbye
Blends in with someone's sigh
Cause someone's coming home
In hand a single rose

And that's the way this wheel keeps working now
That's the way this wheel keeps working now

I believe that my life's gonna see
That love I give returned to me

A sidenote: the search begins again, I am all alone, only God is my sole companion. It stings, but it is for the best for now, God will make a way