It's been a while. Wait, not really a while but months, probably years. I don't know. Screw my math.
Anyway, I hope I ain't too late to wish you a very happy new year 2012! Yeah, it's almost mid January. But who cares. Hahahah.
This blog of mine really has been hiatus for a very long time. I wonder who would even bother to read it. Probably they are thinking that I've been dead, but the fact is, I got a life to live. So get ready for updates.. NOW.
Like I said, I'm stuck in a matriculation college on an island. Yes, an island. Not Borneo Island though. Just a small island located near Sabah. My life has been pretty interesting lately. I have no regrets.
To be really frank, never in my life before this, I thought that I would be furthering my studies in matriculation. I have my own plans but my dad used to insist that I would go for Form 6. I thought of admitting into UiTM or SPA because SPA has offered me my dream job, which is to be a medical laboratory technologist. However, I gotta go through the interview first. So I did went for the interview but I have flunked it. It was all due to the fact that I cannot, mind the word, CANNOT, speak BAHASA MALAYSIA/ BAHASA MELAYU properly. I answered them in English instead. Such a bad, bad mistake. -.-
After thinking about all of these, maybe there's a reason why God didn't give me what i want. He gives me what I need instead. So if, I got the separa perubatan programme thingy at KSKB, I would missed all the fun that I need. If I knew how fun it is to be here, I would regret. Well, what I meant was fun studying, meeting new people, experiencing life that you thought you never would. I strongly believe that God definitely has the best plans, well prepared just for me. :)
I guess I've grown stronger ever since I'm here. I am able to be independent and I have proved to my family that I'm okay wherever I am, as long as I have a very strong trust in God. I always remind myself that I am not weak. The word ' giving up' does not exist in my dictionary.
I cannot deny the fact that I do miss home though. But home is far, far away from my sight. It's always stuck in my heart. AHAHAHA stuck . I cannot wait to get out from this place. I miss all the food that my mommy, my granny cooked. Especially my mommy's vegetable dishes. No one can beat her cooking skills ;)
I miss getting up every Sunday, being in kampung. Having my granny to knock my door telling me that it's time to wake up. I kept of saying that I need another 5 minutes of nap. yes, nap. Not sleep. And that 5 minutes will turn to 15 minutes. The next thing that usually happen is that my two little naughty sisters will get on my bed and screamed at my ears saying, ' NICHELLE, MOKAT MAI!' .
which means, nichelle, wake up in Bidayuh.
I miss my friends in Kuching. Everyone is getting busy and busier these days. Well, it's normal.
I miss all those good times we had. Laughing like it's nobody's business in class. Just being ourselves and not giving a damn what others think. Because we know, our laughter is contagious and infectious. ;) Kidding!
I miss attending First Friday mass service every first friday of the month back in school. I miss those practices that we had. Bring To This Table is the hymn that I would usually sing solo with the music band, having good friends as singers to harmonise the song with me. I still remember vividly, every first Thursday of the month, we'll be having practises at church. I would staying back and my mom is so kind enough to wait for me at church and send me food to eat for lunch.The church is just right next to my school, the usual waiting place after school.
So, my updates are boring? If you do not think so, then tune in for the next one. ;)
Love, Nichelle. xo