Christmas.

Merry Christmas Geordie Style!

If you ever watch Geordie Shore (the UK epiphany of Jersey Shore), you know what's Geordie means. They are from Newcastle. Like Cheryl Cole.

This Christmas, I am here to celebrate my Christmas, away from family and friends in the Far East.
I found my new family here, and friends on its way.

Celebrating Christmas away brings me some nostalgic moment especially this is my first EVER Christmas away from everything that I ever known. Except that one time in Labuan. Even then, I was surrounded by faces of friends that makes Christmas a jolly day to celebrate. They were my family.
Today, (in fact the whole week) I've been having this lump on my throat (no, not cancer. Thank God) somehow almost holding my tears every time home knocks on my memory box.

When I was home, I don't appreciate those little things, but I promise you, when you're apart, those are your favourite things (yes, just like the song).
I missed my fake Christmas tree and the lights blinking with beautiful colours.
What I missed the most is the cooking. (tear sheds)
Mak would cook for at least 200 people (yes, 15 kg of meat, 10 kgs of chicken) and I would eat for 10 people. yes, she reserved for me so that the guests don't eat them all. LOL
I freaking love my mom.
Pak would cook the traditional Iban delicacy. Like 'pansuh' (wild boar cook inside a bamboo) and 'ikan bakar' (grilled fish).
I would just wait for these to be serve and after church service, my friends and I would come home and wallop everything that we can.

As a child, I always wanted to have a lot of presents for Christmas.
Now I know, Christmas is never been about presents under the trees or new clothes or cards. It always about holly jolly with the whole family and friends. They are my Christmas (yes, Jesus too).

Today, I am celebrating without them for the second time.
I am so homesick at the moment. Its so hard to swallow.
But, I'll be OK as I know a house is not a home, a home is in my heart. They're close to my heart, for always.

Keep me in your thoughts whenever you have that great food and that delicious drinks.

If you see my family and friends, send my love to them, Geordie style.

xoxo
Gilly the Geordie.

Brunel. British. Brixton. & Bullsh*ts.

So I started my course in uni now. Officially done for the first week. That's the reason even the title sounded like a academic paper writing.

Brunel.

Wonderful campus. Mixture of nationalities & background. This is the closest I can get to feel like home. However, the pressure is on! My class is twice a week for 3 hours per session. There are part-time students & full-time students. So you're meeting almost half of a different people every time you enter the class. Back in Malaysia, I thought I am confident & well spoken young man. My classmates are like black hole, sucking anything that pass their way including my light! I used to shine in education classes before but now, I am just invisible & timid little soul trapped with this amazing creatures filled with glowing experiences. Though I acknowledge Dr. Angelo's opinion about get into the field for couple of years & then go for MA to gain some experiences so that you won't be a parasite in the classroom, I still go for MA. I am going to be a parasite for some time. On a better note, with all these experienced teachers surrounding me, I can learn from them & even visit their schools to get a better idea. And a note for me, whatever that I do, being confident is the key. (More news on Brunel in the future blogs)

British.

Can be very annoying at times but they are friendly by nature (mostly). Undeniably, this is one of the greatest country in the world & Malaysian do look up to here. It is funny that they think they are not & think Asian are better. I guess, the grasses are greener on the side of the fence. And oh, haven't mingle around with the Brits that much. Soon I guess.

Brixton.

This is my new neighbourhood. It is so ghetto (not as much as before though) that it makes H&M looks like a corner shop. In the meantime in KL, we lined up to get into the newly build H&M in Lot 10.
The journey to campus from here is a bit long & cold. I have to spend at least 2 hours to/from campus. That's the downside of living here but the city is just 15 minutes away. School is twice a week, and I have 5 days not going to campus, so I guess it's a good bargain to live here.

Bullsh*ts.

I love the chilly weather and sometimes a great sun shows herself for a day or two. Now I know how precious sunshine can be. Back in Malaysia, sunny days should be avoided if you still wish to be sane. I guess it's not the same sun since it gives you a different kind of feeling being under it.

Overall, I am thankful to be here with just a few steps from finding my dreams & everything that is being given to me so far. I'm gonna work harder than I've ever been.

Prayer is what I need from you guys. :)

xoxo

brunelboy