One thing I've noticed about us Malaysians is that we never seem to give our own country credit for things that we are better than other countries in. When I complain about Adelaide and Melbourne (and possibly the rest of Australia except Sydney, but I'm not gonna stereotype) not having much nightlife besides clubs and pubs (I was thinking about something along the lines of mamaks), the standard reply would be 'Australia memang like that what...'
But then think about it another way. If I were to complain about Malaysia's public transportation (which can be really horrible) it would be something like 'look at Australia's public transport. So efficient'.
We never learn to appreciate Malaysia for what we have, and always see other countries as being better off than us. Sometimes I do think that way, but I have to admit, coming here has made me much more appreciative of the quirks and idiosyncrasies of our home country.
I lament the fact that there are no mamaks here, that the people are not as friendly as people back home (even though many would disagree with me), that so many things have to be so procedural.
This time last year, I would've simply complained and withdraw from everything. This time around, I came to terms with how things are, and just accepted it. I guess that's another thing one year of living abroad has done to me, I'm now much more willing to forget about the negative side and simply focus on the lighter side and not take things too seriously. Of course, at times I still blow my top, but most of the time I do not. A testament to having to live independently, I suppose.
But here's something very interesting I read on someone's blog recently about being in America. Note: there are quite a lot of profanities!
I swear, it's like a recurring sickness. I am still not okay with this place. There are times when I feel okay, and then there are times when I feel so fucking blah, like now. But I've never felt great. I fucking hate this place, it's so God-awful, I want to leave and never come back.
I'm sick of having conversations for one. I'm sick of wanting to be wanted. This place is fucking cold and distant and unwelcoming, just like its people. I'm sick of reaching out into thin air, nothingness, because this is exactly what this place is. Nothing. A big pile of nothing.
I have no connection or relation with anyone here. It's been a year. I've tried. In the past two, three weeks, I've been trying so hard. The door was slammed in my face a couple times, but I kept going, and I tried. For God's sake, it's my fucking last two weeks here. Possibly forever. Don't I deserve a chance?
Sometimes, that is exactly how I feel. But most of the time I tell myself to forget about it and move on. And it's worked really well.
Anyway, my point here is that we never seem to credit Malaysia when we do something well. Like the high speed broadband (which by the way is wayyyyyyy faster than the Internet I have now). Like politics. Trust me when I say the Aussies aren't very satisfied with their government, either. But hey, everything that the government does that seems good, it will be reasoned that an election is drawing near. There is always an ulterior motive, and pure politics of appealing to people or gaining more popularity apparently does not count.
Granted, we do have problems, and someone does need to speak up, but we also need to give credit where it's due.
Okay, I've ranted enough for now. Here are another two trailers (I've amassed quite a collection of trailers on one day when I was taking a break from assignments, hence the continuous flow of trailers). The first one is actually a documentary, and a really interesting one too!