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It's still year 2009 (oh my! Don't tell me you forgot?!), and the month now is March.
Today, Friday the 13th.

Ooooo.. Bad luck!
Ahhh! Don't let that black cat/dog/bird/orangutan cross your path!
Watch out for that ladder, er.. scaffolding!
Knock wood! But there's nothing wooden here. Then quick, find a nearby tree or plant and you better knock it harder so that you can get rid of your bad luck faster!

And a whole load of silly superstitions which I do not want to list down because that is not what I want to talk about.

=P

So, today is Friday the 13th of March 2009.

I've been away from home for exactly four weeks and honestly, I do not feel that homesick. Surprisingly, I felt really terrible for the first few weeks when I was in Taylor's almost two years ago and that is not even half the physical distance right now. By logic, I should be feeling more lonely and homesick now compared to the time when I was just at the West side of the country.

Hmmm..

It's not like I want to be homesick but when Ee Can asked me this morning if I have been feeling that way, I paused and thought hard and realised that, I'm not missing home at all. Well, maybe a little somewhere in me but I do not have any moments where I'd cry myself to sleep or stuff. Yea, I do miss a few people and maybe some of the local food but it's the people who matter in my life that still connects me to Kuching.

Probably the main reason I feel comfortable here in Melbourne is that I have my aunt with me. She's my mum's sis and I'm very close to my mum's side of the family. It has always been that way since I was young and they were the ones who have been constantly supporting me and my sister and they are the ones who really taught us the true meaning of family love.

If you were to ask me when I was younger, I would have said that I did not enjoy the other side. I can think of many reasons not to like them but you know, I think that some of them are changing, and they are changing for the better. Hallelujah! It is only recently that I realised that they are all not so bad, anyway, every family has their own problems, and for them, they have learnt to be a little more accepting and better still, a little more smiley-faced. =) Really, I always remember the cold and serious atmosphere which I still can feel around them but it's a lot less dense than before. XD

So anyway, back to homesickness and stuff, I guess that even with one family member around, I feel as if I can kinda call Melbourne my 2nd or 3rd home. Hehe.. Maybe another reason would be that I enjoy the diversity of cultures here and the lifestyle. It's very exciting that there's people with all sorts of different backgrounds and it's very enjoyable to mix with them because they are all (probably 8 out of 10?) very open minded and friendly. =)

I think I can see myself living here for the next couple of years and who knows, maybe most of my adulthood years even? There's a lot more benefits and opportunities here if I were to choose to either build up my career or settle down and start a family in the years to come. Well of course, I'll be focusing on my career first and marriage would have to wait till I am about, hmmm, 26? And the first child should pop out after I'm 28 and before I'm 35? XD

Ok, homesickness to popping babies.

So anyway, I don't miss Kuching 100% and the only reason I think I'll go back is if my parents and Nickki are still there and are stubborn on coming over! Haha! Nah, just kidding!

What I plan to say is that, I would love to start a new life here or if I have to, somewhere else which is outside of M'sia. I want to say that, "I'll go where ever the Lord takes me," but I would love to add on and tell Him to please send me to somewhere nice which I am needed, preferably a more civilised area (Hah!) but well, if Jesus says that I have to be somewhere then, I pray that I will have the courage and strength to be in that place and learn to adapt in that foreign place.

Hey, aren't I adapting now and not being homesick? (^.^)

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