Halfway through 2022!

In a blink of an eye its already mid June and pretty sure in another blink, the year is over. To be honest, I am actually trying to write daily now, as I felt like I lost my voice for a long time already, and I yearn to get it back. Hopefully by making this a habit, I will eventually found my voice again.

Anway, I haven't mentioned here that I worked in an interior design office for a year now - that was before I quit last March. I had the chance to work on an important government residence, and be able to surround myself with luxurious imported furnitures and fabrics. I was tasked to design all sorts of details, from the rugs, balustrade, main doors to marquetry. Hell yeah, I have no idea what a marquetry was before. But to finally see my design comes to life is cathartic. 

I learnt a lot in that short time I was there, the level of details my boss was overseeing is crazy, which is no question why her clients keep coming back to her without her having to market herself online, and the fact that all of them are high-end residential project. I also love how she maintained such a close relationship with all the other contractors and manufacturers. I have absolute admiration for how generous she is, not just to others but to us her employees too. We were constantly being fed with proper good food (a lot of them are too expensive for me had I have to buy them myself lol) and showered us with all kind of gifts. In another word, she introduced me to an upgraded lifestyle I didn't know I would enjoy haha. She has her own way in dealing a lot of stuff, and she taught us her way.

But working under a demanding boss makes me feel anxious almost all the time, and it makes learning kinda hard to take place for me. Up to a point I really did not look forward to wake up early and work anymore. There were a lot of times I was literally shivering. Tiny mistakes can be turned into such a huge fuss so gradually I became a coward. I wish I had seen myself growing there, but it just didn't happen. It felt like the opposite took place instead. Yes I learnt a lot of other things, but not so much about interior design itself. To be honest I was bad at measurement, my spatial abilities felt like wasn't on par, I couldn't even tell what kind of walls and woods there were so I felt like a total fiasco all the time. Oh and the working hour is crazy too, no work-life balance at all. Came home at 8-11pm is considered normal. Even in that case I was almost always the first one to leave (as I said to live the furthest). That's how committed and workaholic our boss is.

Looking back, my experience were getting dentrimental to me, and I was almost overtaken completely by fear, so I'm glad I am no longer in the company. Although it is my loss for losing opportunities to gain so many highly-influential connections through that office. But I am happy where I am now. Alhamdulillah.

 

   

2021 a year of hope

After every day seems to be blurred into one monotonous episode in 2020, I am hoping this year would be filled with more personal development and achievement. In one word, growth. I have been feeling stagnant for some time and I shouldn't continue to feel so. Enough with what happened in the past two years, I have taken a lot of time reading self-help books to boost myself up and its time to act. I am committed to take charge and responsibility towards the life I am creating. I have no one to impress, but only myself to prove that I can improve regardless. I hope this year I will keep on hoping and doing, keep on having the faith no matter how impossible what I seek may look.

I am also slowly realising that life is a series of choice. Every single moment is a choice. And in each choice, its either we are busy growing, or dying. I really hope I am growing, bit by bit. And I really hope I am utilising our finite days here on this world, before we eventually be resurrected and questioned for our deeds.

I hope I will always keep the bigger picture in my mind. That this life is nothing more but an amusement and play. And at the same time remember, that the way I am living this life, dictates how I am going to live the truer life in the hereafter soon.

May my and yours record of deeds this year would be beautiful.

And this worldly life is not but diversion and amusement. And indeed, the home of the Hereafter - that is the [eternal] life, if only they knew.    -Quran Al-'Ankabut 29:64

 

Do not, then, either lose heart or grieve: for you shall surely gain the upper hand if you are true men of faith.                                                      - Quran Ali 'Imran 3:139

A recap of the in-between years before they are lost

To be fair, I keep complaining about myself, which when I come to think about it, is the reason why I keep running around in this circle of messiness. I last wrote in this blog until 2017. Three years has passed since, but honestly I feel those three years went so slowly with almost no progress on my end, as compared to my hectic days in previous years. But is this true?

Lets rewind and see.

2017. My second and third year in architecture school. During my semester break, I had my first psychosis episode while I was a facilitator in Small Changes camp in Kuala Krai, Kelantan. I didnt know what was happening at that time, I was super confused, but I concluded that I had a severe depression which I kept silence, led me to hallucination and delusion. All my life I couldnt ask for help, simply because I really did not know how. I have grown to settle my issues on my own, or either just run away from it. But this experience finally led me to reach out for help from my family for the first time. Thats a huge step for me. 

• I also learnt that unresolved issue will haunt you until you fixed them. I have so many unresolved problems, I thought just dismissing them would do but thats a mistake. So settle your problems as quick as you can to avoid them linger much longer, no matter how hard they are. When they linger around, you cant quite keep your mind focus on other things freely.
• Dont pent up your feelings. They can and will explode. Learn to manage your stress effectively.

I also moved house from 61 Summer Street to 113 Edward Street Flats. I came back early because of SSOA student ambassador program, thus the move alone thing. 

2018. My final year. Or what supposed to be my final year. Right when its about my final week of review (or called crit in most archi school) I had another episode of explosion / which is actually my psychosis. This time severe, more embarassing and I probably would not forget them until another decade. I was sent to a mental health ward (Michael Carlisle Centre) where I made a lot of friends and met my new best friend. Which is the best thing. And definitely my best two weeks in my life because the experience I had there was super rich and golden. (I save that for story time later inshaAllah)

So I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. I dont think I have bipolar tho, because honestly I dont remember having manic episode ever, except that psychosis. I spent a lot of times going to and back from hospitals. Went to all sort of hospitals too, which fascinates me since I never went to hospitals at all except for the very rare once-in-many-years medical check-ups. I went to quite a few mental health hospital too to visit K. He was transferred many times, from Burbage where we met, to Endcliffe, to London. Probably gonna wrote about this on another time too. And I took the extenuating circumstance year. Which means I gonna extend the year doing architecture from my home and submit my portfolio online (since I have no money to study in the UK for that long without scholarship money!)

2019. Honestly 2019 and this year are blurring into one single continuos and monotonous year since I didn't achieve and do much. Most of it because of my fear of driving. Hope I will get to overcome this soon! But miraculously, despite the inefficiency of working from home and not in studio culture, not having a crit, not having a tutor, i officially got my degree! That was truly a blessing from Allah SWT when in reality I really feel like I did not deserve to even pass it. 

And I was again blessed when my parents enable me to attend my graduation, as my cousins came along with me which I never would have imagine. 

2020. I started my career with being an illustrator. Really, I cant think of anything else of what I did. Will continue later brb 

2020 what the world has turned into?

Let me begin by saying how grateful I am that blogspot is still here, that my blog is still up and running, that I can still look back and reread everything that I wrote in my humble little online diary. 

For future reference, this year the world seems to be flipped upside down as pandemic Covid-19 swept all across the globe. We have been in lockdown and quarantine mode for quite some time now. Now the offices (some of them) apply Work From Home / WFH culture. Which make me feel not left out since I work from home all the time. In fact, people spend most of their times staying at home, cross state travel are not allowed, even simply going out is not encouraged. 'New normal' slogan are being used here and there. Washing hands with hand sanitizers, temperature check and a login are a must when entering shops and shopping malls.

Its crazy. But it shows that we human have so little control over what's gonna happen next. We plan but eventually this is teaching us He is the best planner. I realized I have spent a lot of my times worrying and being anxious about a lot of things when really, I need to remind myself over and over again to surrender completely to Him; have tawakkal in Him and let Allah drive my life; that is when, maybe finally, my negativity will leave and I can then start to embrace the goodness in this life. 

To tell you the truth, I am so tired of feeling like a shit. I know I shouldn't feel so, but honestly, thats what having no real progress/ visual growth made me feel like. I guess this is what happened when you are stuck mostly in your room and glued to the social media, they really take a toll on your mental health. 

But I am learning to be better each day. I am trying to work hard to be a version of me my future self will thank me, despite my mental disorder. And by my future self, I mean way future in the akhirah when I will be questioned by Allah. I hope and praying by that time my current me wont let myself down.

Self-discovery About My Name!

I need to put this down. because. God's. works. are so. amazing! Subhanallah!

So sometime in the beginning of this semester, I introduced myself to an Arab woman over a Gelato socials after a Friday prayer. Personally she looks very much like Emma Watson, and when she speaks, I have to admit it, that she is just as charming! 

Amazing thing is, she asked me "Do I know the meaning of my name, Ulfah?"

My reply is: "Its similar to ukhuwah isn't it?" Because thats honestly what I thought.

Up until she said, yes but no, "ulfah is from allafa.... its like a bond of the heart" It was a new thing to me, and I didn't get it completely, so she gave me the surah it is from.

Now fast forward to 2 December, I decided to google the exact surah but I could not remember what surah the verse she said was from. 

And now, I found out that the roots of my name; alif lam fa - occurs 22 times in the Quran. 

And in the verb form, it simplified meaning is...... to reconcile!!! Reconcile is exactly the words of the year! The answer to how to reconcile is exactly what I have been searching for! Ill continue writing later iA if I have time. But for now, thats all!! 

For future reference

http://corpus.quran.com/qurandictionary.jsp?q=Alf

SSOA Summer Exhibition 2017

Finally its happening, the annual summer exhibiton in our school. It becomes a highlight in all architecture school across the country to held a summer exhibiton. I missed the exhbition last year because I was already in Malaysia, so this time I kind of excited for this.

And thanks God, I got a job offer to become the SSOA student ambassador for the exhibiton, something I had wanted to be since my first year. Even though this time around my task was simply collecting glasses and registration, but its already a big step for me. I was already more than happy when I received the legendary black SSOA T-shirt.

Earlier this afternoon, employers from many companies came and checked out potential students. And we had opening ceremony at 6.30pm. Had fantastic opportunities talking to many groups of people today, and definitely thats a boost to my soon-to-be-final-year spirit. Hopefully inshaAllah. I am in need of this confidence so much atm.

What remarkable about today was, some questions that were asked to me by the seniors, that I already answered so many times like 'do you love architecture?' or 'how do you find second year?' and one said she asked because second year is basically the hardest of all. The questions were simple, and maybe a common one; but I do feel I have an honest answer about it now.

My relationship with architecture is a love-hate type. Sometimes I want to run away from it, but I know I cant really do that, half of my heart is stuck there. So I tried to overcome this by finding my purpose and position in this field - but then a master student replied to me 'you can never find your position in the architecture field, its complicated'.

But that aside, I also discovered that actually two of my friends are muslim! I am so happy beyond words because I could never tell all this while.

 

Yonex All England 2017

Did you know I now got two blogs? One is this and another one is for my fully malay side, and its on wordpress.

Skip that aside, I got to watch final of Yonex All England today! Big deal about that is because I got to play Dato' Lee Chong Wei plays live! And he won gold!

Also got to see Goh Liu Ying and Chan Peng Soon play double! See I just cant end my words without the exclamation marks! But performance on court aside, I lowkey respect Peng Soon on how he treats his fans because he's just there with us. Malaysian fans were mad chasing our atheletes. Understand how tiring it must have been for them but we got no chance to get close to Dato' Lee Chong Wei and even to take a picture with Goh Liu Ying was a challenge!

I just have massive respect for Chan Peng Soon for what he done shows me that it all takes that little effort to show people you appreciate them, and you hardly forget the feeling of being appreciated :)

Self-discovery

Today is one of those days I had to awkwardly hug someone. Because, you know, girls like to hug every time they meet or actually on any random time. Not just to hug her became an issue, I had to explain why I am so not comfortable with hugs, which you know I am so miserable at explaining myself. And bless you this conversation took place in our studio which means everyone can actually hear what we're saying.

I decided to post that on InstaStory today.

I openly wrote on how I am not comfortable with touch and its getting very hard to explain it to people, especially with my best girl friends.

Later I received a private message from eizza suggesting me I should just say 'I have personal space issue', I never think of such term so I googled that out and yes! There's a disorder linked for that issue!

Personal Space Issue.

It all make sense now.

I was so happy not because I have that disorder or anything. But I was so glad there's a term that I can simply use whenever the needs arrive. And part of me is happy to have discovered another character in my personality. Its not major but its interesting because I'm so into that category.

I am always aware of direct touch on me, and by always I mean ALWAYS. Be it from cat, human or any animal. Now I get it why I am not so fond of some animal, because they can touch me whenever.  Now I get it why I cant eat when there's a cat nearby, because at most time the cat will touch me, or worst, jump on my lap.

And my private zone is my castle. I get very uncomfortable when people enter my room. And even now in the UK, my current room is a no-no area to the whole Sheffielders haha. 

Another relatable point of PSI, I hate being in line with someone at my back, which at most time I tried to avoid. In boarding school before, I hardly wait in line for anything. I let other people iron their school uniforms first because I dont like they staring through me. I remember leaving a queue just because the people in the line get so cramped and just recently in Manchester Airport, I let the people behind me to be in front of me just because I can't stand they standing too close to me. 

I spent quite some time reading about this interesting personal space issue over the web. Because I'm surprised how relatable it is.

I leave this one article just for the fun of it :p

https://www.buzzfeed.com/christianzamora/facts-of-life-only-people-who-like-their-personal-space-w?utm_term=.tdr9ME3bD#.hrKrpBVlX

My architecture soulmate

I am in Sarajevo, Bosnia right now. All happy exploring, travelling and all that.

But that was before I realised Joanna left our architecture group and a little later, left me a message: She has already quit architecture.

I was too surprised.

She told me that having decided architecture is not something for her, she is going to pursue animation. And its not in our university, but Sheffield Hallam.

My feelings were scattered all over the places; in between happy that she has figured out something so important for herself, and sad that she's no longer my architecture soulmate.

But of course I'm mostly sad. Sad that my dearest buddy is going away. Sad that she came to this decision alone, that I could not influence her to stay together any more longer. Maybe most importantly sad knowing that my fellow fighter is leaving me to continue my struggle in the architecture madness. 

I know I've got other friends to support each other but we all have that one person who we'll tell our truest feelings without mask. And to me, while I am in Sheffield, that one person is her.

How can I not be sad at this moment. Of course I remember our deep talks, our not-at-all-deep talks, our regular confession on most things, on how messed up we are, on our relief to know we both passed, and those at the very end of last sem - we promised many resolutions for second year. 

We used to complain on many things together and now I would have to complain alone haha.

Only a few days left to second year architecture and now I have to reset my mental again, because I have to admit it. Joanna decision to surrender had screwed up my mood towards architecture if you ask me.

Greeting my lecturer in Malaysia!

So my Sheffield School of Architecture lecturer is in Malaysia! Well actually no surprise, sensing by the many times he pronounced the name of my country and my people and my places, maybe he has always like Malaysia. That and the long 14-hours flight makes me appreciate his visit more. But this is not his first, and this time he aimed to do some research. Here goes my experience of being his research assistant:

Our research was filled with vagueness, we did not know what we will find. 

But in a plain sentence, my lecturer was interested with how people from different ethnicities utilise the same space.

During this research was the moment I was introduced to fellow architecture students in Sheffield. Masters students, which I really wished I've known much earlier. Well knowing how less experienced I was compared to them, I really felt like a tiny ant.

Simply said, the urban research was fun. We roamed around KL in finding public places where we could analyse if any interaction between different ethnicities happened. 

We observe people skins for hours. We were the harmony inspector. 

I realised that just as I sat at my observation spot, I was hoping my multi-racial community is on the street, they are real.

Only the result doesn't seem as real. 

We realised it is quite impossible to find an area that does not cater to a majority which belongs to a single race. 

The research was fun. 

But I don't think the feeling stretched over until the ending.

The day we wrapped up our research was bitter. Or at least thats what I felt. 

Bitterness in the sentiments we voiced out. In our effort to prove how harmony our life is. In our disagreements. But also in the silence we all have agreed on to. 

I wanted to turn this into a beautiful story but I couldn't. 

I'm feeling its ugly scars in me instead. 

Spring Holiday 2016 (Part 1)

I'm trying to give more commitment towards this blog. Because its kinda fun to see my personal activities are being archived, so here you go.

We had three weeks of easter break, and this is roughly what I did:

• First week was slow and less productive, I stayed in Sheffield and probably did more UKEC works than my colleagues because many of us went on holiday. So why stay and not go on holiday too? Because we're waiting for Salmi, my housemate to finish her field trip then only we'll go on our own trip.
• You have no idea how grateful I am for that one week delay, because our first destination: Brussel, had an explosion that week. We could have been on that place that day!
• Went to Liverpool for an arts exploration with Intan! Went to Tate Museum and I very much like the arts gym concept! Liverpool was very different that what I imagined (I assumed it was sort like Sheffield but Sheffield was very kampungly aman-ish)
• Did volunteering for an arts event in Rotherham, but I couldn't turn up for the second day because I was ill. Like many arts events here in the UK, I found their event concept is very cool.
• Second week, went to Belgium. Cancelled our bookings in Brussel due to the security issue and burnt some tickets but I didn't feel that bad. 
• Went straight to Antwerp (went by bus and didnt know we'll be in ferry transit haha, I was so lost that I discovered we're in ferry only after I felt a very bad sea-sickness) and went to Ghent for a day trip. It was amazing (will tell you detail-er in next post hopefully)
• Went to Amsterdam after Belgium.
• And the must visit Koekonhoef for its tulips! I now have thousand stock pictures of flowers haha.
• Straight after the trip, I had an event in London. Erm yes UKEC Careers Fair to be exact.
• I fell sick on the third day of the Fair. But I need to get back to Sheffield, so we get back to our place with me half-conscious of what I'm doing. It must look terrible whoever witness me carrying my large backpack very weakly.
• I passed out for a week, I still remember being so worried cause I could tell no one about my illness and how no one could get to me (my whatsapp was crazy after that one week). 
• Yes, I actually had a very bad fever twice just in the easter break period. I have no idea what happened to my antibody.
• And just as I recovered: SPRING SEMESTER STARTS! 
• Everything happened so fast and now I'm having my final review (didnt finish my things yet, I'm actually waiting for Autocad to finish installing haha). But see you next time! 
• Thanks for reading!

This guy a professional filmmaker from USA

The arts school where I volunteered

Favourite stairs in Liverpool city

Well I told ya its my fave haha

Me sitting awkwardly in Liverpool Arts Gallery

Some people's works

We did this for free!

I already expected that we'd wear matching outfits. I just can sense it

Beautiful cafe we went for breakfast in Liverpool

ARCHIES is my favourite milkshake heaven!

Even I'm out of focus, but the bg so beautiful!

But honestly the art gallery experience was really different than the one I went while in Malaysia

Selamat tinggal 2015, selamat datang 2016

Its that season of the year again: social medias are showered with peoples' reflections. And in all honesty, 2015 is a year full of the unpredictables. In wordier reflections, it is also the year where:

I end my International Baccalaureate Programme!
My first half of the year was monotone, it was all about struggling in my study - something I never felt like my thing, fighting the doubts from people around me, while overcoming my own fears towards the dready IB exam. Almost gave up on Mathematics Higher Level because our teachers did. But eventually Alhamdulillah I passed! The end result was better, at least than what I expected. The underdog made it!

I have no idea where I gonna pursue my study next
Our sponsors said that passing the requirement would get you to study abroad, but I learnt that is at least whats written in the initial agreement. My post-IB plot, in the middle of the year, was much complicated than the written agreement. If a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor, then me and my batch-mates should be thankful for the hurricane. Our fate was tightly dependent on currency, which was staggering days by days. 2015 was criticized for its comical economic growth, and it affected us to a certain degree of commotion. We had a lot of dramas involving mara HQs, lecturers, parents and even politicians. Sponsored students become an issue. I already imagined myself in some Australian university, or even Malaysia's I remember dont really mind anymore. But in less than one month from uni commencing date, we were given the green light for studying in the UK! Despite the craziness of that one month (getting CAS, TB test, VISA process) and the pain in the neck RM1=6.70gbp, Alhamdulillah I am in the UK now. In fact studying was the only reason that'd allow me to set foot on my land of birth (since a holiday in Europe is a luxury to me) and I was given that one chance.  I couldn't be any more grateful.

My uni campus map!

I didn't know I can miss so many people  
This is not a lovey dovey stuff. Almost at every places I go and for all the beautiful things I see, I always, always imagine seeing it with my family and friends. I wonder how exciting it must be if they're with me now. And there are times where I felt very nostalgic about old memories and little details, even they are just my mere acquaintances. And to your wonder, I don't get homesick, in fact I felt weirdly closer to my families, probably because there's endless list of every possible way to stay in touch, which I would hardly utilized if I'm still in Malaysia,

I discovered new things
Including things about myself, alpacas and kilts. And I fell in love with studio culture! All this while people been telling me about what its like to be an architecture students, but I never know what it really felt like. Now I'm experiencing it, I really like to make a separate post about this one day. Btw felling in love doesn't mean I'm acing my subjects (my interim review was bad), but then of course there's always new things to be learnt everyday ;)

I'm back in action again ecewah
My second year in IB was totally boring because I resolved to just focus on IB and nothing else. But I dont think I can bear the feelings of not being busy. So my second half of the year, I decided to take part in things I wanted before I regret not doing anything in life. I played netball (where I remember feeling very very stress bcause I'm lacking stamina) and had training with the locals, whose playing styles are way different, extremely fast and tall (obviously).

Sometimes I believe life is like driving a car. If you just focus on the road throughout the journey, and when accident happened (or you reached you destination), you might regret the fact that there are other important things that you need to focus along with the road, like the rear side mirror, cermin belakang etc?

With that being said I am also part of the Sheffield Malaysian Games committee, and I joined UKEC! I honestly dont know how I make it to the team in the first place but I am so happy to be a part of these amazing people, and I really look forward for a great (and busy) year ahead!

UKEC Executive Council 2015/2016

Your Executive in the Connect Office

I made tonnes of new friends
Malaysians and non-Malaysians! Making friends across the worlds is definitely a booster in restoring humanity. I'm glad I am surrounded by close friends that doesn't do clubbing and drinking. But I really hate to think what would happen once I done my study here. I hate to think that many of these people will just walk away from my life. But thats what most people do anyway.

I did two websites!!!
Never have I imagine that I'll be handling website for real! With real domains! I didn't expect my website skills that was just for fun in ITGS class would be so useful in my days now. They were both Sheffield Games website and UKEC's although sadly, my colleague have revamped the UKEC website now so you cant see my works there. But you can still go to sg.smsa.org.uk to see the first website I do!

 And lots of graphics!!
After all these years, I got a Macbook finally! And for real, I legally bought the expensive Adobe Creative Cloud out of desperate because UK's implementation of stopping torrent/piratebay is real people. In a positive way I felt like it motivates me to never stop making designs.

My unfiltered expression when unboxing the mac for the first time, mak had to layan me of course

I didn't know my Photoshop and Illustrator hobbies can earn me good times, even here in England! Having all those skills in architecture seems to be added-value (and its probably the reason some of the student from my course actually talk to me).

But that aside, I am really grateful my niece Arifah  introduced me to photoshop when I was in primary school. She doesn't know this (kalau arifah baca ni, thank you arifah!), but that was the moment I am attracted to photoshop and started to figure out how I can get it for free. At 14, I managed to own an illegal crack of photoshop and it was the beginning where I played a lot with them. Excuse me if I sound like an old brag, I just wanted to pinpoint the fact that all the things you once learnt will always benefit you sooner or later!

Also, the year where I look forward for a new year!

And the best thing about new year is of course, how everyone - regardless of who you are - is given another chance to start all over again. Although I never believe in new year resolutions, although I always think its something more nicer to be said than done, but I think I really need one now.


I dont know if anyone still read my blog, but happy new year! Lets make a better 2016 if not for someone else, at least for yourself!
Thank you for browsing through my rant! You already make a better 2016 for myself ;P 

Why would I carry an army weapon?

The other day I went to Sainsbury (a store equivalent to kedai runcit/7-Eleven/Mydin/KK-Mart etc) someone repeatedly asked from far 'whats inside?'

I dont realize she's talking to me until I realize her eyes were fixed upon my portfolio tube, the one that architecture students always carry around. And because I was so innocent, here goes my explanation that begins with 'I'm an architecture student and there's architecture stuff inside...' and actually before I can even finish that sentence, she said 'looks like an army weapon' with a very sceptical look and she goes off (leaving me hanging for a second, and laughing for the rest of the day)

Well I never realize this tube would resemble an army weapon to someone lol. Thank God I was in good mood that day.

Visiting the Floating Village of Brockholes, England

Alhamdulillah ni dah trip kali kedua kitorang! Dan lagi best sebab empat hari weh! Trip dulu sehari je. Pastu paling best, lepas habis trip kitorang cuti wooo, sebab reading week haha. Apa ada hal reading week kitorang lecture sehari je dalam seminggu nak revise apa lah sangat haha. 

Dulu senior pernah cerita ambil senibina ni best sebab banyak field trip haha. Tapi tu je lah yang betul-betul best. 

Kitorang singgah Brockholes ni masa dalam perjalanan ke Glasgow. Lokasi dia dekat Junction 31, M6 Samlesbury, Preston. Haa, tau tak kat mana tu. Aku pun tak tau haha sebab jalan masuk nampak macam hutan je, tetiba dah sampai. Cuma hujan renyai-renyai masa kitorang sampai, so yeah. 

Terima lah gambar-gambar saya yang masih tak pandai adjust setting camera haha.

Nampak tak yang dia terapung? Erm, sebenarnya dia terapung. 

Haaa macamana dia terapung yang membuatkan saya teruja. Nanti saya cerita lebih lanjut.