The migrant story : What not to do in Australia

Got this from my high school message loop. Before this bits and after this bits are"censored" due to ..."the inability to discuss it openly or will lead to a flaming discussion."

"We as migrants and especially the new arrivals also are partly contributory to this kind of resentment. Unfortunately they bring with them their peculiar cultural habits which may be acceptable from where they come from, but considered rather rude here. Such examples are talking loudly in public areas in their own language, spitting, not queuing or jumping queues in restaurants and supermarkets, not responding to smiles or greetings at checkouts, not following road rules and signs, and lack of manners when driving on public roads, piling up a huge amount of food at buffets and wasting half of it most of the time, etc, etc, etc. The list goes on and on. "

So for my migrant friends who have just arrived , will be arriving, and applying or thinking to apply ... this is for you!(and me)

The many crossroads of a migrant's thought

I am a guy that likes to begin with the end in the mind. As a 'half migrant' now , I am preparing many things to pave the way for dad and sister over. With college friends, high school friends, ex colleagues in the oz land , I'd thought that my plan is 'safe'/'perfect'.

I am also a guy that likes to learn from another man/woman's mistake, especially the elders who have taken the dreadful life path and share them with me.

I was talking to 1 woman(she is 20 years elder than me in case you are wondering who am I hitting on ) whom I deem as 'the wise' type. I have had many little conversations with her and I can 'sense' she is a woman with experiences and deep thoughts.(although all humans or myself don't necessary agree to everything a wise one has to say) .

She shared a story of her sister in law who migrated to part of UK since the age of 18 I think. She has got friends, but most of her siblings are at home(Malaysia). At this 'old age' of her time, about 50+ years old now, she begins to wonder if she made the right decision. She and her husband are willing to come back to Malaysia but their children aren't.

I had a thought that ' they have their own life' right ? Then this wise woman posed another question to me 'what if your partner is not around? your children are all grown up ?'

Well i guess i had to 'come home'? To die in some nobility ? I am not saying that I am denying my roots , I , like many other migrants , will still call Malaysia home.

I guess I have to really give a long deep thought about 'where do i want to die ?'