Having been here in Australia for the past 11 years, I still call myself a Malaysian. How can I not? How can I ever forget my roots, my family, friends and the beautiful memories I have growing up?
I never thought I would be living here, married to a local and most likely settling here. Back at uni, I thought I would be going home after. Little did I know that love comes a calling....
Anyway.... For the first time ever, I'll be voting in the general elections. Voting for a change, to end corruption, for equal rights in Malaysia. Doing this in the Malaysian High Commission. Am I nervous? Oh yeah! What can I expect?
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