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Last day

So here it is, the last day of my life in England. After living here for nine years, I thought I should write something that would summarise my experiences as a Malaysian in England. I started out with a list of things I will miss. I got to number eight when I realised that this is terrible. I was condensing a third of my life into a dry list of likes and dislikes. Surely my life has more meaning than that? Nine years is a long time and I did a lot of growing up in those nine years.

In the end, I thought: sod it. This isn’t the end of the world (not that I know of anyway). I’m not dying. I’m just moving. No regrets, remember. I don’t want to be sentimental about this. Look at this way, I’m starting over. I’m starting over in the land of my birth. I may be a stranger in it but – tanah tumpahnya darahku – I’ve always been a part of it.

I’m not going to cry, or look back and try to make myself feel moody about things I’ll leave behind. I’m standing up tall, looking ahead to my future. Because I think it will be another big adventure.

I like adventures.

Comments

Anonymous said…
See you on the flipside Kayray!!
Anonymous said…
Far from encouraging you in any way about this... but look at it this way. Dean is always hot no matter where on this rock you currently are.
Btw I saw half an episode of Supernatural and I'm not sure which one is Dean...and you saying he's the hotter one doesnt help . See you later Alligator!
Kere said…
Ha ha ha, they're such cute boys aren't they? I just want to put them on a cake and eat them. Only half an episode? Tsk, tsk, must do better next time. Dean's the blonde, shorter one. And he only appears shorter because Jared Padalecki, who plays Sam, is 6'4"!

You must come here KJ!! Dikyam goes back end of this month.

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