Too many people in my life, important and unimportant, young and old, friends and foes, family and strangers, asked me a question which still lingers – Where do you plan to settle down? Malaysia or Singapore?
When I took a giant step in moving out from my comfort zone two years ago, I never thought this predicament will surface so soon. But I was wrong.
Frankly, I’m beginning to feel like a Singaporean. I breathe the same air they breathe, eat the same sweetened “char kway teow” (stir-fried flat noodles with shrimps, eggs and bean sprouts) they way Singapore dwellers love it, speak Singlish with “leh” and “ano”, and got used to walking and taking public transportation everywhere I go.
But then again, I miss and crave for the hokkien char in KL, thirst and yearn for the ice-kacang, chendol & rojak in Penang, perhaps even love the thrill of driving all the way to Ipoh Old Town for hor-fun, taugeh chicken and custard pudding.
Oh how I love to go to mamak and have a nice gelas of teh tarik and roti canai with kari ikan (pulled tea and indian bread with fish curry) for supper. The 3am nasi lemak(no kidding, the stall opened at three o’clock in the morning) with freshly deep fried chicken at Skudai just makes my stomach growl in hunger. Absolutely fabulous coconut steamed rice and ichi-ban sambal ikan bilis! Yum yum… 😛
Nonetheless, I hate the traffic in Malaysia’s capital city – Kuala Lumpur. It is just sickening and darn disheartening, especially when it rains. I’m not saying Singapore has no road traffic at all. They do have bad times but are all handled pretty well, if not excellently.
Being a proud car owner at the age of 18, driving a car had been synchronized with my daily life until I moved to Singapore. And the joy of fetching the ones I loved in the car, holding hands – something I couldn’t possible describe in pen and ink, was out of this world 😉
I guess I can’t afford to have a car in Singapore just yet. And it’s not logical, not to mention economical, to have one considering the fact that I spend most of my time travelling out of Singapore.
Car is a luxurious item here. For some, it could be a necessity but to most, it isn’t. But I could still pretty much hold hands with the girl I love, probably more than just that in a cab over here since I don’t drive anymore.
The joy of being a passenger, being ferried from one place to another is so different. I never saw it while I was back home, but now, I began to see it from another perspective. What a new horizon I’ve found 🙂
It’s just overwhelming to write about the passion I still have for my country and the growing love bud I have for Singapore; the disgust I feel towards Malaysia and equally disturbing concerns for its neighbour are not to be explicitly expressed here.
The answer – there really is no answer. I lived in Malaysia; I stayed in Singapore.
Where does my heart belong? It’s a path I sought and still seek.
I never know what comes my way. But do know this, I’m not alone.