Sunday, January 20, 2019

2019

New year, new beginnings. 

I wish it was as easy as that.

People always make it seem like we can just close chapters of our lives with the new year. Box everything up, put it away. I used to believe so too. How silly. Even when I was counting down to the new year, I thought I could start fresh, new and rejuvenated when the clock strikes with last year's burdens left where it belonged, but no.

Hence, days into 2019, I am not going to write a whole list of resolutions like it's a new life. I understand that things are going to be different, but I am going to take this year as a year of recovery. Proper recovery. I have always busied myself with distractions and whatnot to take my mind off things I don't want to think about.

This year, I am going to will myself to more growth. To actually admit and face my issues. To better myself. To meeting new people, starting conversations and just being brave enough to embrace what's in store for me. I want to surround myself with people who radiate positivity and stop living for the people who don't matter. Besides, I have always been very skeptical about humanity. This year, I want to let go of past perceptions of people, and hold on to the notion that there are still good people around.

Goodbye, 2018. Thanks for being a hell of a ride.


Paris, 2018.
View from Montparnasse Tower

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

cross paths

always grateful for the people who understand (or tried to understand) where i am coming from, and never seemed to judge.
always grateful for the intellectual, deep conversations that always led to silly banters and near-break down of friendships.
always grateful for the people who stood by me through the highs and the lows.
always grateful for those who gave me that extra boost of courage and strength when i needed it most. 

raw feels:
i don't know when or how it started but slowly these people drifted away.
the not-knowing why kills me.
it freaking hurts when these people decide that they are not going to be there for you forever, when they decide that it's time to go. 
i mean, i totally understand how it works by now but it still hurts. 
i try to take it like it's no big deal because being strong is good but this pretence is tiring me out.
it hurts. 
it is a big deal. 
knowing your best friend is no longer your best friend, 
knowing the person who you could run to at all hours of the day is no longer there for you.
sometimes, i feel like i have split personalities - one that is asking me to stop whining and let it go, and the other is like 'just feel all the feels'.
i prefer the former, but the latter seems to be more dominant.

this too will pass (i hope)
nonetheless, i am still happy we crossed paths.

xx


Thursday, October 11, 2018

Settling in

Hello.

I've been settling in good. Belfast is just a little colder, a little smaller than other places but everything's alright - I have been chilling and sleeping hella lot.

But. I have a problem. These days, I am constantly craving for snacks and ice-cream/food at night, past-midnight. Help. Drinking water to curb hunger does not help. I have zero idea if it's the 40 minute walk to-and-fro uni, causing extra metabolism or if it's the smaller portion of food that I eat, but I don't think I am eating enough and it hurts my tummy. I think I'll eventually get used to it though.

Other than the food issue, everything is alright so far, I guess. Trying to mingle with new friends - and am on a mission in finding a home away from home (i really miss friends and family from home) but other than that, I am surviving well hahaha.

Here's a picture of my current place - John Bell House, on a day with good weather
Trust me, it's very rare in Belfast - so don't expect this on a daily.
xx

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Life Update 1 (Why I am no longer in Aussieland)


I know I did not do an update about the reasons behind all the emotional, sad posts on my blog for quite a while. I am going to do one today. I don't know why but I guess right now is a good time to spill some tea on my life. I am going to do it in two parts because it is going to be too long to write in a single blog post. After all, I have so much feels.

Disclaimer: Whatever I am writing below is just what I have experienced and my personal feelings/opinions from it.

So, here we go.

People who know me personally or follow me on social media would know this - I went to Australia to pursue my degree in February 2016. I attended the University of Queensland (UQ) for a Bachelor of Laws (LLB) degree. It was a sponsored programme by the Public Service Department of Malaysia. 

I obtained the Financial Affidavit and even signed a contract with the government, which eased my visa applications and health insurance in Australia. Happily and very excitedly, I flew to Australia with the peace of mind that my education fees and living costs are sorted out; without having to burn a hole in my parents' pockets.

I have always wanted to be an independent child. I was extremely proud of myself for being able to score myself a scholarship which means I would not need to spend a single penny of my parents' hard-earned money. However, the happiness was short-lived. Two months after being in Australia - without paying any fees or health insurance of any sort, the university contacted me to inform me that the Public Service Department had denied that I was a sponsored student due to the Cabinet's decision. This does not make any sense at all - I signed a contract with the Department and they should not be able to revoke or terminate the contract so unfairly. 

Nonetheless, I attempted to appeal against the decision various times, but they were all ignored. I also tried to source for other forms of scholarship or financial aid, and even asked the Dean of the Law School for advice but I guess universities are just universities. Aside from providing education, they are just money-making machines. 

I was very devastated in that period of time because I did not know who to turn to. Every time my friends, be it in Australia or Malaysia asked me why I'd choose to study in Australia, I would proudly declare that I was a sponsored student from Malaysia. Probably because of ego, I could not then run to them and tell them that my own country has let me down. I only had my family in Malaysia to pull me through such a time as they attempted the appeals in Malaysia whilst I had to face the increasing pressure from the university to pay up my fees. I was literally just beginning to adapt in a foreign country; this whole ordeal struck me hard and was a painful process. I questioned my existence and I felt completely lost and alone. 

I was encouraged to join this university society by a very close friend of mine - Overseas Christian Fellowship (OCF) and shamelessly, I attended the very last meeting of that semester (since by the time all these events unfolded, it was already Week 12). Through that meeting, I somehow felt really empowered, as if all my prayers were heard. I encountered this warmth in my heart, telling me that things will work out and that I would be okay. It greatly strengthened my faith (I am a Christian, if you don't already know). Through this, I also met heaps of incredible people who were there for me, through such difficult times.


Nonetheless, my parents were very supportive of me and encouraged me to continue with the semester instead of withdrawing. I did. I scored a CGPA of 6.75 that very semester. I returned to Malaysia for winter break for three weeks and due to the short period of time, I had no thoughts of withdrawing at all. I thought that I would probably complete my degree in Australia. Completing second semester was a breeze because then, I had a family away from home who were always there for me. Not many friends knew about the revocation though, just a handful, because I still found it very personal and tough to talk about.

By the time summer break came along (in Aussie, summer is between the months of December to February), I returned to my family in Malaysia once again. I had more time to think about the course of my life during that break and we decided to weigh our options. 

I visited several institutions in Malaysia and considered reapplying to study in other countries like the United Kingdom, Singapore and Hong Kong. Singapore and HK only offers 4-year programmes whereas the UK offers 3-years LLB degrees. Considering that I have already wasted a year in Aussie, UK would be the only option, if I were to switch universities. Another plus point would be the fact that the Malaysian Bar Council recognises the UK BPTC Programme. It would be more prestigious  and recognised internationally as well if I did a UK degree and the BPTC programme in (4 years) compared to an Aussie degree for 4 years and later, would have to return to Malaysia for my CLP for another year (my logic, you can beg to differ).  I was not planning to stay in Australia after completing my degree. 

Soon, I realised that BAC in Malaysia does express 2+1 UKT programmes which allows one to transfer to the UK within 1.5 years. With the 2+1 programme, I would also be able to cut down on school fees. If I continued in UQ, it would cost me around AUD 20,000 (MYR60,000) a semester and two semesters per year would cost my parents around MYR120k/year and living costs are not included. In BAC, it would merely cost MYR 20/30k a year so 2 years would be around the cost of a semester in UQ. I still had six semesters to go in UQ.

Thus, I enrolled myself in April 2018 and tentatively, would be able to fly off to the UK in September 2019 and graduate with a LLB by May 2020. Crazy timeline, I know. I was wacko enough to go through the emotional turmoil of doing this programme. Imagine learning an entire year's worth of information within 4-5 months with back-to-back assignments. 

It was definitely a tough transition, coming back to Malaysia. Friends in Malaysia kept texting me on why I am still in Malaysia even though university has already commenced while friends in Australia were puzzled with the fact that I was not back for Year 2. Still trying to deal with the truth, I could not find the strength in me to openly talk about it then, unless I was really comfortable around certain people. 

Besides, I was really blessed to be able to experience the beautiful campus in UQ. The fact that I had to be stuck in literally just a building in the BAC campus made me miss life in Australia a lot. I kept having these flashbacks of the times when I was enjoying myself in Aussie (i guess i never know how to appreciate things in the present, but i mean, it's only human to do so).

Bringing us back to the now - the only reason I am able to openly address the questions I tried to evade in the past today, is because I can gladly say I have now completed my second year in BAC. I still miss Australia at times: the place, the vibes and the people but hey, I guess my dad was right, I can always go back to visit. 

It took me some time, but I think I am kind of over the fact that I am back for good. I am leaving to the UK soon and hopefully, I would drop by with more interesting things and experiences (preferably no more silly, emotional posts) when I am over there.

Guess that's it! If you made it till here, thanks for reading my life story luls

xx

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

pain

words are always just words.
it'll never be the same anymore.

sometimes, i don't think one actually thinks about how much a 'trivial' thing they have done,
does to haunt someone else and no matter what is said after the 'incident', nothing helps.
nothing helps with the hurt. nothing helps with forgetting that it happened.

asking for another go at it may seem like there is hope,
but i know nothing has changed.
nothing.

x

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

nostalgia

i miss the banters we used to have, best friend.
i miss the times we used to argue on things and agree to disagree.
i miss being constantly stimulated and kept on edge about things.
all those times pale in comparison to all the conversations i have now.
it makes me realise how much i hate idle talks of 'how was meals' and 'what are you doing'.
i wish i have replies in paragraphs instead of the typical 'oh okay' or 'hahaha'.
i wish i could still honestly speak out how i feel.
i wish i could complain all day and never loathe myself for doing so.
but they are not you.
and you are not here.
not anymore.

but that's okay!
i just hope i can stop thinking of running to someone to rant or talk about my overwhelming feelings and realising you're no longer there.
x

Monday, May 14, 2018

dear best friend

hey,

it's been a while since we last talked. i completely understand where you are taking this friendship, i just feel sorry for not realising earlier. i guess this is what being human beings are all about, we mess up. we take things for granted, only to realise too late. things like how i truly felt about you.

i miss you, best friend. i miss the times when we would talk till late night and debate about all things. i miss you nagging at me and for all your effort in making me realise who i really am. it's been a great friendship and i will keep it dear in my fragile heart for a long long time.

i hope you are doing better now. i hope you are in a much happier place with more deserving people.

xx