I don't want to leave

I am now feeling unwilling to return to Melbourne after spending almost two weeks back in Malaysia. Here, if I haven't got friends to hit the mall with, I would just grab my brother along (who usually doesn't mind). I also have the convenience to go out anytime to get any little thing I need with my own car.

It's not that I don't like Melbourne. My life in Melbourne is wonderful because I live with my relatives, who happen to be really really nice people. However, my university social life is quite pitiful. I do have one or two close friends but I think that I'm not interacting with others enough, especially the locals. After all, I am studying a communication program. It's not exactly the most comfortable thing trying to mix with the locals. In lectures, its obvious that the Asians tend to sit with one another. Vice versa, the locals too. I've worked with the locals in group works, but find it intimidating because of their accent. Once awhile, I do get lost after failing to keep up in what they're saying. Beginning of the year, I even dropped one of the classes after only attending one lecture, one of the reasons was because I could hardly understand a thing the lecturer was talking about.

When people ask me how's Melbourne, I always tell them that I love the lifestyle there but hate university life. I can still recall how miserable I felt about my first week of university. I was shattered to find the program below expectations, having subjects that were abstract. There were also course readings to complete, which were dry and complicated. There were many times I gave up on readings, after needing to search the dictionary after each sentence. The assignments given were therefore a torture. I sometimes wished that I did high school there, so I would have better English.

I quickly got used to Melbourne. Living with my relatives were wonderful because that meant I have family. I mostly stayed home. I must admit again that my university social life is sad because I don't take part in activities nor hang out with friends after classes. I always preferred to go home. My moods were mostly better on fridays because the weekend has arrived. Needless to say, I dread when it was over.

I love Melbourne because of its ethnic diversity and the advancement in technology. There, you can find all sorts of authentic food. There are many Greeks and Italians in Melbourne and I can't tell if there were the real Aussies or not. There are also many Vietnamese and Chinese. In Melbourne, certain areas are classified as according to an ethnic because of the vast cultural elements that particular ethnic offers. For example, Box Hill is an obvious Chinamen area. You can get anything Asian there, from my favourite Malaysian Milo to Chinese vegetables to Roti Canai. That place makes me feels that I'm back in Malaysia because almost everyone there are Asians.

Sigh. When I was in Melbourne, I didn't mind being there. Now that I'm back, I don't feel like leaving again.