Little malaysia. Not as in a place that reminds me of the hometown I long to be in. It’s more of a metaphor for people, culture and noises in the Hilton Kuala Lumpur to the back alley of Bukit Mertajam. Hah, it’s just so funny how I look back and think of the things going back in Malaysia. It’s just so unique. Politics, soccer and makan-makan are just the mere surface of the colorful country we live in. There is no where like Malaysia. I am just wondering when will I be back again. To see those smiling faces again, kan?

I got the inspiration from ‘Little Britain’. It’s so funny yet freaking disgusting. Seriously. How can you not get sick after watching it.

I wonder why I suddenly feel that twist in my thought, I guess it’s the BBQ I had. Laila was really nice that invited me. I just had this funny feeling that crawl into the back of my coat as I walk in there. I have no idea why but my spider-sense is tingling. What could it be? Maybe it’s just the sore legs of mine after a game of futsal yesterday. Honestly, I felt like a loser during the game. I have not been in my best lately. I think I tore my muscle. I hit a shot towards the top corner just to see it agonizingly miss out by a few inches.

I don’t know but sometimes everything in life just doesn’t add up, I just couldn’t rest my mind. I always wish I am better at things. Sometimes I see people like JT, being good at what he does, academic-wise, I start to wonder what am I capable of. Lying down beaten yet again by a much accurate and powerful shot. After the KM tragedy of 2008, I felt worse but it didn’t effect me much. I couldn’t even withstand coldness. I cannot outrun other players. I couldn’t kick as hard and powerful as him. I am not a good musician than most of them. Honestly, I don’t think I am good at anything, maybe just being stupid and naive. Silently, I slept.

I guess I couldn’t please myself that easily anymore. It’s true in life we just need some motivation. I just need generally you, it could have been you, it might have you, it should have been you.

There I was spekaing to a mainland chinese girl, I don’t understand most of the word she speaks, She don’t understand what the heck is coming out of my mouth. I reckon, I suck at mandarin so much that, the world record of chinese people will eliminate me from the list.

Speaking about translation, I don’t see myself lost actually. Just misguided. So far, havent’ met any Malaysian in class yet, except one, but she’s a she. So, I don’t talk much to her, just following Van K’s law of attraction. I’ve met a few guys in lecture, this are the guys I’ve met on orientation day. My orientation is not that fantastic. My group was all local except me. So, you can guess who I talk to more these days. There is this 2 particularly, Tim Drake and Jak Allen, that’s all. This are the 2 guys I talked to the most. That’s all I think. Yeah, there’s one more, in Earth System, but I couldn’t remember his name. So, you see, these are the only friends I have here. I had to speak to them in their slang, not just the accent they have but also the words they use here. Totally different from Malaysian english.

It’s difficult. Trust me, it is. It doesn’t matter whether your english good or not in Malaysia. Here, it’s a whole new thing. It’s like “lost in translation” where the characters scralet and bill played, lost in a world that speak a totally different language.

post-script : Lost in translation, Owh, I hope Scarlet will appear anytime soon.

Ryan, you lucky bastard,

Han