It took a journey across the world to find the Lian in me. I've been toying with the idea of a new blog, a differently defined perspective. It all began when I start to watch the way I switch codes whenever I'm talking to fellow countrymen. It seeps through in the way I type, the way I talk, and even the way I act.

Since secondary school, my friends have told me I am loud, like a lian sometimes but I rarely pay attention. I know the difference, or so I thought, and I am definitely not lian. No doubt the bad publicity the lian gets at home has repressed something in me. Who wants to be associated with the crassly dressed folks with gaudy make-up and outlandish accessories? Surely I am more highclass than that, right? (Note: This is not a question, so I don't want an answer.)

Oh no, being lian is more than just a look to me; it's an attitude. It has to do with the way she talks, the way she acts and more importantly, the way she thinks. And that is why I think I'm quite lian these days. Maybe it's the fact that I'm the only lian here in America, far away from home.

Is it the "wah piangs" or the "wah laus" going through my head whenever everyone's going for the "F" word? Or is it the "neowness" I display? Maybe it is the secret delight I get when I grabbed the last crab leg on the buffet table even though there is enough on my plate as it is?

Whatever it is, I am going to talk about it, and see what you my friends all think. Welcome to my new blog.