Realised that my blog these few days are full of nostalgia. Well, I guess today's one will be geared towards that direction as well. hmm....
Watched a show about how a young boy at an age of ten was sent overseas to study in a boarding school. Due to the initial bad experience in adjusting to the new environment and perhaps lack of communications skills, he faired badly and was treated like an out-cast. Soon, he became anti-social and shy away from people, building up his own psychological defence wall to protect himself. When he went back home after 15 years, he could not adapt as well. When he started to make friends, they took advantaged of him and had to consult a psychiatrist. Anyway, he has seen this psychiatrist since he stepped foot on that foreign land. Poor soul!
In retrospect, I guess the reason why I have so little confidence in myself, being so indecisive as well as so hard to understand is partly due to this whole migratory affair. I often feel that if I had never stepped into this soil, I will never be in the present state I am at now, for better or for the worse. At least, I will not be like a lost sheep trying to identify where I really belong. Well, I call myself a global citizen. But, this fancy term is just to mask the ambiguous identity. hmm....at least I am glad that I did not turn into an extreme case like the story of that guy after these 13 years. But I thought I could identify with that character.
