Mana ada lupa diri. You would think four years of practice would have been able to chip off the Malaysian accent? Heck no. My tongue automatically switch to this peculiar way of speaking and my grammar deteriorates with the weather as long as I’m on this lucky soil (bumi bertuah ni). Nasi lemak/roti canai/chee chong fun still melts in the mouth like little droplets of heaven. So yeah, forgetting the roots is not exactly what’s taking place right now.

I guess it’s the freedom of being able to leave the house whenever I want to, the non-existent curfew when you have your own apartment, the fact that you can eat whatever and whenever you want to, how people do not litter just anywhere and everywhere, that liberating feeling of being able to speak for myself…and a whooolee lot more, which I should not verbally and openly mention to avoid misinterpretation of “lupa diri gila perempuan ni”.

I’m glad to be home and spending quality time with the family, but speaking in a more profound manner in adapting with a country with bountiful idioms, a free bird never forgets the open sky even when caged. Haha.