So, how does it feel to be an Asian?-Most importantly, a Malaysian living among Americans. And in case if you haven't notice, my home country Malaysia is homed of many exquisite arts and cultures, unitedly harmony between all races and situated at the peninsula continent of Asia.Yes, if you open a map of Asia or even Atlas(that's recommended), you will see a big spread of land besides Europe and at the edge or the tip or even a small tail lies Malaysia, a modest size country famous for its Twin Tower. Yes, the Twin Tower unlike any tower in the world you've seen on TV as it comes in pair! All the other towers stand alone without companionship except well, you-know-what. Thanks to the genius behind the backdrop, the tower is an icon of art and modernization. Amazing! I know.Should the Eastern culture and etiquette becomes a barrier to make it big in the West? Take a look inside the lives of these people who thrived to remain true as an Asian despite of achieving great recognition nationwide
But enough about towers and maps, lets talk about me. Sounds vain, huh? Well, there's more than meets the eyes so hold your breath before making any judgement on me. And even if you hate me, what do I care? I have other significant things to worry about than to please you. So, my intention is pure and clear-I just want to entertain readers with my delighful story of fortune and misfortune, suspense and laughters and many more surprises. A light, heartwarming tale that would leave you grinning with satisfaction, I guaranteed.
Now, back to the question-how do I feel being an Asian, most importantly, a Malaysian living in America? Hmm...I know you'll be sleeping halfway to know my honest answer so paraphrasing, I feel exactly like an Asian and remain as an Asian no matter where I go, even if livng among Americans in a different continent. There. Happy?
With love, Sally
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