On this very Aussie day...

as I watched the fireworks go off a minute ago, I started humming the Aussie national anthem. Granted, I still don't know the words except "Advance Australia fair" at the end. I don't know if it's because we were singing karaoke this afternoon or something else in me. Anyhow, it left me wondering where my place is at this moment in time. Who am I, where do I belong, where I want to be and what I want to be.

New Year's Day fireworks was fantastic! I enjoyed every minute of it, despite the ugly weather both heat and rain.

Then there is always Chinese New Year at home which I enjoy every year, even just "competing" with the neighbours to see who's the loudest!

But what of Merdeka (Malaysian Independence Day)? It struck me that I did nothing to commemerate the day except ask myself for 5 minutes, what's the point of celebrating? And then, on Malaysia Day (the day on which Malaysia was formed), the only thing I let up was a Facebook status, asking West Malaysians not to forget about those of us on the other side of South China Sea. True to form, I had a bunch of East Malaysian friends who "Like"d it and found it hilarious.

I still know I wouldn't give up my passport. But I think it would take a whole lot more now than 3 years ago to convince me that all that Malaysia is still worth fighting for. My only fear is what I would be thinking in another 7 years time. In this instance, I am grateful for the fear I still have, of losing faith in my country as we know, it is indifference that will tip the scales for any anak Malaysia abroad.