Previously I've quoted the reason for not returning being the Malaysian Medical Council not recognizing my university's degree. When I grill myself deeper, I realize I was just being lazy not wanting to take the exams (even if I'm qualified to), not wanting to work in the "deplorable working conditions" of Malaysian hospitals - afraid of leaving the comfort zone.
I assume a lot of Malaysian students studying overseas feel the same - deep in one's heart the desire to stay and do great things is always fighting against the call for home. Our parents, like millions others, are tough liars on the phone - "don't worry, stay there, work hard, don't come back," but deep inside they are yearning for the next reunion. If Taiwanese customs allow sambal belacan, they'll make it pronto and FedEx it over.
We never heard from those very few who chose to head home. All we heard was from those who stayed, and seemingly never regretted the decision. I'm sure there are interesting and rewarding experiences waiting at home. And it is these little efforts that bring about change for the better.
I've got a set path in my mind and talked to my parents about the future many times now. I can't live up to everyone's expectations so there must be compromise. Being me, this "set path" is very likely to follow its course and end up almost like how I expected. As we mature we tend to lose our spirit of adventure. I hope I don't and it gets me someplace totally unexpected. As Mr. Jobs said: