I Love Malaysia

It's been more than two months since my last post. =D
Was just caught up with many things and when i had time to blog, i just didn't.

However as I was walking to my car after work around the evening prime time news slot, (yes, this is the first post-student life blog post) under the glow of the yellow street lamp, with the distant crow of birds returning to their nest and the sweet evening breeze in my face...you know what?

I really love Malaysia.


Joash, Deric and Me enroute up Mt. Kinabalu...first it's the greenery of jungle trekking.



I work in an environment where I come in contact with people from all walks of life, playing their role in the intricate fabric of our society. Honestly at the level where people are slogging out a living to put food on the table to feed their families, race doesn't really matter. I've made many friends although i'm colored different.


We reached the peak of Mt. Kinabalu just as the morning sun was rising.


The peak at last after approx 18 hours of trekking.


Honestly, i find it difficult to explain to people the feeling of scaling the highest peak of South East Asia...it's breath taking...literally.


Awesomely beautiful...magnificent.


Jessica and co...doing a band pose. (What on earth is Deric doing? checking his fly?)


Try beating that....


Down we go...it's a long way down...4000+++ metres above sea level.


Pastor Joanne and us doing our morning walk at the foot of the mountain the next day.


The pioneers of NOC...retired...enjoying life...



Beautiful sunny Malaysia.....perfect blue skies, palm trees waving gently in the sea breeze...
Beautiful Kudat.

Call me crazy, but I actually love the bussiness of the streets of KL...when i'm in the mood that is. I've walked around to visit the music shops around the area and the smell of rain on the busy streets just invokes something Malaysian within me...Don't really know how to explain...








After Kinabalu, we visited Kudat and made some wonderful Kadazan friends there. Memories that are forever etched in my heart. I missed the awesome clear stary skies of Sabah. The amount of stars is beyond what our eyes can see. What an experiece it was for Justin, Joash and I to be bathing under a small pipe like Kampung boys in the middle of the village under the shadow of darkness. It was trully like something out of Lat's 'The Kampung Boy'.
In the stillness of the night, I could hear my soul.

Strangely when i was at the futsal court yesterday and was walking at the grassy area with the sound of crickets and the smell of the night air...it reminded me of the creaky wooden house we camped in Sabah...with no electricity but plenty of friendship and kindness...

Can Joash cook?


Jessica definitely can...


I'm just there for the food...

I guess Malaysia's not perfect. And given the political situations prior to the election, some people seemed to think the grass is greener outside.
But I guess you'll forever be a foreigner in a foreign country regardless of how modern or progressive that nation is. A foreigner who knows deep inside that the people around are weary of this asian rubbing shoulders with them.

God, thank You for Malaysia.
You made it beautiful.