My brother, who’s 2 years older than me, was born in Malaysia. After that we moved to Australia and I was born. And guess what? We moved back to Malaysia again! For 7 whole years. And if you’ve read my last few post – when in Malaysia (2), when in Malaysia (1) and first friends – I explained some of the many things that happened when me and my family were living there…

It was the year 2004, when me and my family went off to Oz (Australia) for good! Okay, to be more specific it was for the good education and health system that Oz had. And, as they say, “for a brighter future”. Also, we had family there too. So, the Lee’s packed their luggage bags, took our passports and said goodbye to Malaysia. I was happy and sad at the same time. Well, I was mostly happy. I was only 11 years old when we moved to Australia. Yes, I was young and I didn’t know what moving for good “really” meant and so, I was mostly happy. I was more than happy. I mean, I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to see my friends anymore, but because I had a child-like thinking/mentality, I didn’t think through everything that I was about to leave behind. And ofcourse, not even for one second, I thought about how the new country will be like for me. I didn’t think about wether I would fit in, in the new school or wether I will have friends, you get what I’m saying here right? I wasn’t worried or scared or fearful of anything! When we arrived at Melbourne Airport all I could say was, “are we here? are we really here? I can’t believe it! Is this real? This is not real.” And to make things even more happier for me, there was a welcome party for us! Party? Boy, was I the happiest girl of the month!

We moved in to our house in Point Cook and there my sister was born. I still remember how I excited I was to start primary school here in Australia. I couldn’t wait and I was looking forward to it. I kept on asking my dad, “when am I going to school? when can I go to school? why does Nicko get to start school first and not me?” Finally, the day came… I disliked this so-called “brighter future” place…


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