Three reasons why I might not have posted over the last couple of weeks.

1) Adam had holidays and returned home.

2) Adam was seriously ill both physically and mentally.

3) Adam had died.

Thankfully it’s not the latter two. So for those who guessed choice number one, congratulations! You have won yourself a unlimited guest pass to checking back and reading everyday for as long as you want.

Malaysia was da bomb! My extended 3 week break could’ve not been less comforting than expected. I only just returned back to Melbourne on Thursday, where I fell sick probably due to the sudden change in weather. But all’s well now!

Wanted to update when I first arrived but internet here was being a bitch as usual, and couldn’t update the day after since I was invited to spend my weekend in the city anyhow.

Updates were impossible to do over the holidays. We (family and I) moved into a temporary home due to renovations being done at our actual home.

It’s like I have to start this blog all over again, get the engine running. I’m clueless about what to post first and what not to post, if any at all. I guess I shouldn’t hesitate.

Also, spammers have been attacking my blog and I’m trying my best to get rid of it. Its a hassle, but I have to get rid of the shoutbox on the sidebar for the time being.

The thing about the Australian culture is that they don’t hide their use of abusive language from children or senior citizens. Unlike people from Asian backgrounds, swearing at you’re parents (or even when their just at you’re side and you swear to one of you’re friends) is a complete insult to them and the family.

In Australia, although still quite disrespectful, I have witnessed kids of no older than 8 years of age, abusively swearing at their parents with no sense of remorse. This happened on a train where passengers were sitting quietly in their seats and even a whisper from the other side of the train could be heard quite loudly.

In this scenario, the kid and the parent were arguing and were literally shouting and using abusive language against each other. None showed the slightest bit of embarrassment.

This scene would be almost impossible to witness back home in Malaysia, considering the child was no more than 8 years old.

Australian culture takes upon a different angle when using abusive language. The word ‘bloody’ would be considered quite vulgar back home, but used casually in Australia on billboard signs and television.

Sometimes communication is quite straight forward. Other times, it just takes a little more time and realization before you read between the lines and understand what is going on.