I know I said I'd write once every week but there hasn't been anything interesting to write about!
However! Now there is.
I'M IN THE UK NOW!! whaaat.....
If you were to tell me that I'd be studying my degree in the UK last year I'd be laughing hard.
Because last year I was studying down undah!
Not the usual down undah Melbourne, Queensland or Sydney.
But Tasmania!
Yeap, betcha didn't know Tasmania existed. Or maybe you did.
Anyway, I was there for a year where I studied Foundations in Science.
My experience there was priceless. I left for Tassie at the age of 17 fresh out of high school not expecting much. I just knew I was so excited for this new journey. I was set on doing Architecture after foundations. Obviously that changed.
Tasmania, first thought. Why so ulu(deserted) and kampung(village-y) one ? When I landed in Hobart, I thought I landed in Sandakan (A city in Sabah) The airport was so small. One conveyor belt.
I was literally dreading life there. Arriving in my student accommodation, everything changed.
I met a fellow KK-ian and another! Then slowly Malaysians started filling up the hostel. I was like, WHAT IS HAPPENING. All in all there were about 20 Malaysians living together. That amazing feeling of hearing Malaysian accents being spoken. It's like stepping back into Malaysia.
As the months progressed I met several other Malaysians and Singaporeans; developed a strong friendship with some. Epic.
Then I decided that I wanted to do Engineering because the job prospects were better than Architecture. One thing led to another and with much confusion, doubt, frustration; I finally decided to study in the UK as it was cheaper and I could get into a good university.
The downside was I had to leave this place where somehow in the 9 or so months I grew attached to the place and the people I met.
So, after graduating. I returned back to Kota Kinabalu my amazing home town.
Was so happy when some of my Tassie mates visited KK.
10 months passed by, literally almost a year spent relaxing and enjoying life back home and I'm suddenly 11251.5km from Home in the UK.
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Yeah. Not what I expected.
I won't lie the first few days were almost unbearable. Missing home so much couldn't eat, just wanted to
go home. Even though I was staying with my brother; I guess after being home for so long. Suddenly it hit me, Reality check. This sh*t is about to get real. Time to stop whining.
Gotta thank my brother for putting up with me for 9 days couldn't have done it without him.
Having said that I'm also grateful for my parents who gave me this opportunity and no doubt in my mind. These 4 years of studying I dedicate to them.
In this massive city surrounded by so many people. Doing everything on my own from bank accounts to registering and cooking. Juggling finances and meeting new people.
There's only one thing that can keep me afloat and that's my faith. Christ my anchor.
So many people who once get hold of freedom often find themselves lost in this world. But I know for sure If there's one thing I hold on to. That's Christ.
No I'm not being ridiculous nor am I being a wuss. Honestly, I'm not the holiest person. But I know I can't live without acknowledging God and the blessings He's given me.
So, If you read this blog post till the end. Wow! Thank you. Massive thanks.
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Let me leave this promise I hold dearest to my heart:
For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord;
plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29:11
Some pictures of Hobart, Tasmania.
Not sure of where this is
St Johns Catholic Church, Richmond
Port Arthur
Friendly beaches
Wine glass bay
Richmond bridge (Oldest bridge in Australia)
Mount Wellington, Hobart
