Six months since I moved to this place. All the time I miss my home country, even though they don't like my people. I have that sense that someday I should return with some good tech. Perhaps it is my family I'd like to adhere with accompanying me through my highs and lows.
This place is like a window I've never seen before in my life, through it I see my country in a global scope, unbelievably developing at a slow pace in terms of knowledge and civilization (when positioned amongst other witty nation). I deeply convince by the foreigners of their faith and morale that forms what I call a 'good country'. However, this is not my land and I don't belong here.
Perhaps this Christmas I shall wish 'all the best' to Malaysia.
P/S: Mom, Bro and Sis, I love you and miss you.
