Game Plan

The past few days have been a complete blur. And now that hell week has begun, it's only gotten worse...

"What am I doing [writing/verb]?? I should be studying [subject]!" (recent mantra)

I feel like stress levels have run into the danger zone:
-2 prelims this week
-1st major paper due Friday (for my Art class, which means a visit to the museum, too...)
-Chem labs to finish
-Stats homework continues to be confusing... at least something is predictable.
-work
-Planning fall break (great, now even vacations are stressful??)

I have an in-class prelim tomorrow, which shouldn't be too bad except that 1) I'm 100%... unprepared and 2) I have 3 hours of chem lab right before!

On a totally different note, my shoulders and back are so so sore because I was carrying lumber and shattering stones with a sledgehammer for the whole day on Sunday. I ended up having to take the Trail Maintenance P.E. class ( even though I receive absolutely no credit for building bridges on the Finger Lakes trail!)

*Inhale/Exhale. Let us take a moment to regroup.*

Despite all this crap, I'm really trying to make the most of my time. Maybe things DO, in fact, happen for a reason.

I met some nice people in Trail Maintenance. I was able to get away from the bubble of Cornell for a few days and see how beautiful the Finger Lakes region really is... you don't notice it living on campus. You don't really notice anything, actually. On our way back from our work site, we had this incredible view of Cayuga Lake and I saw Cornell in the distance - it was like this huge city. I can imagine all the brainpower just emanating from the buildings with everyone there studying and working constantly. It's like gears in motion that just keep on going and going and going...

And that's what I'm doing this week. I'm contributing to those never ending rotations by studying (or at least trying to). I've practically been living at the library...

So, it hit me that there will always be the NEXT thing to worry about. Even after prelims are over, we will be stressing and studying for the next thing.

I need to just live my life and stop worrying. Even if it means that I will not score as high on a stupid exam or be 0.01% higher than the mean. I'm not going to even think about my to-do list. I have to just enjoy being here. There should be things to look forward to, just as much as things to worry and prepare for. It's got to be a balance.

So, I'm doing things that I like, too. I'm exercising more at the gym, taking time to write, and breathing is always good... About my future, too - I give up. I need to let it go. I'm trusting that I will end up where I'm supposed to. I believe there's a plan for everyone... even me!

So OKAY, week... bring it on.

PS. I should stop checking my email so obsessively.

Fall, fall, We All Fall Down

I felt like such a college student yesterday. I had three hours of lab and then a quick lunch before major cramming. I crammed at the library until 7:30pm- then, prelim time! Overall, I think I did alright on my exam. But damn that day drained my soul. I don't know how I'm going to survive the rest of this week... or the next.... I can't believe I've been in school for over a month already. Time disappears and I didn't even realize that next week is going to be fall break. We're in FALL. My favorite season :)

Study Skills

My first prelim exam is coming up on Tuesday... I'M SCARED. I feel so unprepared for my Statistics exam. First of all, I haven't been keeping up with the reading OR understanding the homework. So, I decided to buckle down and get some studying done today.

It seems like everyone has a different way of studying here. But one thing in common: EVERYONE STUDIES SO MUCH. I remember on the first night of classes, people were already in the lounges studying. I felt so lazy. For the first week, I had hardly any assignments and felt utterly depressed because everyone else around me was studying. Well, it's Cornell after all. We study hard.

Oh I had such a typical college experience the other day: We studied at Uris library till 5 in the morning and ordered pizza and wings. Almost crashed there for the night! The libraries are crazy packed all the time. I've been using them quite a lot. I can't study in the dorms. I get distracted by everyone.

But even at the libraries, I get bored so easily. So, I checked out Mann library today. But I couldn't seem to get any studying done. I picked a really quiet spot with hardly any other people. But I felt frozen by the air conditioning and really bored out of my mind.

I finally moved outside - It was a perfect fall day (once again). I went to an outdoor study spot near the Human Ecology building. But the sun was so bright and warm and.... I fell asleep.

OKAY. I finally decided to walk to the Arts quad (I wasted a lot of time moving around) and study at Olin library. Usually, I go to Uris' Harry Potter room but I was getting bored of that. I found a crowded spot with tons of people studying and turned on the ipod.

People usually think you need a quiet, isolated spot for studying but I guess I figured out my ideal study spot- somewhere with a lot of other people studying. When I look up, I can't get distracted because all the other people studying will guilt me back into studying myself. And the loud music will keep me from falling asleep from the boring material I'm reading.

I got a lot of studying done!! WOohoo! Wow, I just wrote an extremely disgusting blog entry... I sound .. like.. a nerd. -.-

"But my teeth fell out..."

Things looked better today. I didn't find my Cornell ID but I deactivated my card so no one else can use it and I can still eat at the dining hall with my ghetto voucher slip. I also set up a local, M&T Bank account so I can withdraw cash on campus at the ATM's without paying fees. I was also on top of all my homework and reading since I spent so much time at the library, yesterday. I made it to all my classes on time and actually went to all my classes... I finished my Math Lab extra early... Cheers for being productive!

WOW. I just overheard my hallmates discussing dreams (no, I'm not eavesdropping... I'm doing my art project... eh, procrastinating on my art project since I'm blogging). Amanda just mentioned that if you're teeth fall out in your dreams then it means you're stressed. WOW. A few weeks ago, I woke up to a weirdd dream-- I was walking in the supermarket with my parents when I felt my teeth starting to loosen and fall out. I spat out my teeth and said gummily to my parents, "OMG MY TEETH FELL OUT." But they just glanced nonchalantly and sighed, "So, deal with it."

I remember waking up from my dream because my friend called my cell. Apparently I kept mumbling, "but my teeth fell out." I guess he thought it was real and started freaking out. Oops.
Yo, how metaphorical is that though? Good thing I haven't been having too many more teeth-falling dreams, lately...

One of Those Days

Today, I...

-Woke up, exhausted and panicked after checking my alarm clock (damn, alarm clocks!). I was 40 minutes late to the service center.
-Realized I forgot to finish my Stats homework and wrote down random answers while getting kids' stupid packages. At the same time, my co-worker kept bothering me for answers on the chemistry assignments (finding molar masses really isn't that difficult...).
-Starved.
-Was late to Stats class... again. I really hate when people stare.
-Found out I have to complete another phys ed class, "Trail Maintenance." because I forgot about the drop deadline. So, I either take the class or pay $195 to drop it. Hm, when did I decide it would be fun to clean up trails? And when did universities decide to charge you for everything... soon, the air we breathe on campus will have a price.
-Realized I might have to miss my Campus Crusade retreat this weekend because I'm signed up to clean up trails.
-Lost my Cornell ID card. somewhere. I just went from 1 meal a day.. to 0 meals a day! Yay!
-Studied for five and a half hours at the library.
-Felt like I accomplished nothing in the day that God gave to me.

Whats going to happen tomorrow? I guess, I'm just feeling very dejected at the moment. Maybe, it's best just to say that everyone has one of these days. Maybe, I'm too hard on myself sometimes... I set high expectations for Cornell and myself. So, it's so discouraging when I can never seem to do anything right.

Actually, I did one thing right today: I visited my academic adviser. She's so sweet. I asked her some questions on entering the Education field. I think I'm going to pursue a minor in General Education from Cals and switch my major to Fiber Science and Apparel Design.

One thing that makes me happy... I think I will be doing a lot of traveling this year. Five weeks in Malaysia really made me discover many things... I'm looking forward to the winter in Europe. Model U.N. will really allow me to see the other Ivy League schools and there's a conference in Montreal this year. Spring Break, I would really love to go to Nicaragua (explain some other time...) and during the summer, trying to get this job in Maine as part of some summer program for Minorities. Yes- I'm an overachiever. Woohoo!

While I'm still here... Pictures from the bike ride to Cornell Plantations last Sunday:





Kevin and his bike-- he's the dude I'm traveling to Europe with during winter break.

Go Big Red!

Last night, I went to see my friend cheer at the Cornell vs. Bucknell football game. It was my first college sports event...

I basically came from a high school that had almost no school pride in sports (except soccer). We actually lost our homecoming football game. Any form of school pride only came out during academic events (i.e. science olympiad. 2nd in the state!)..... and getting into prestigious universities.

So, going to such a game and seeing the mass of red and white fans was so new to me. I actually felt kind of..... proud to be a Cornellian? HMM. Interesting!

Everyone was cheering. Students stood, not sat. My friend was an adorable cheerleader... She threw me a souvenir football meant for crowd pleasers and I actually caught it!! It's on my desk now along with other random souvenirs since coming here.

Oh yeah, we also won the game.

After a long night, I woke up today for Sunday brunch (my favorite part of the week) and went for an Autumn bike ride with a friend to the plantations - beautiful day.

I think for the rest of today, I will take it easy... probably pay a visit to the dear library. I have my first prelim exam coming up for Statistics... AIYA.

Newness in Season

Today really feels like Autumn... which puts me in a good mood. Fall is my favorite season. I feel like something new is happening. Summer weather can become monotonous and lazy. There's something about waking up and experiencing blue skies, fresh chilly weather, crunching leaves... it's so invigorating! Maybe 'cause I was born in a snowstorm, so I love cold weather and warm clothes, hot drinks, and red foliage.

I went sailing yesterday. I was so close to missing the bus. I ended up sprinting (in heels) from end of central campus to the edge of North. But so worth it. I think I'm beginning to like college.

Stephen Colbert Round II

Tickets for the Colbert show sold out in one hour. But word on the street is he's giving a second show and more tickets are going on sale Monday 9am. Note to self: WAKE UP. BUY TICKETS. KEEP ONE. SELL OTHERS ON EBAY. I saw the other tickets on ebay going up to almost $250 a pop.

A Long-Awaited Epiphany!

The most exciting thing happened to me today. I was sitting in Stats class, trying to understand Prof Huang, when suddenly I knew exactly what to do with my life. Usually, these kinds of epiphany do not last long-- like a flash, and then they're gone. And I'm just as lost as I was before. BUT, this time... I knew what I was going to do and it stayed with me throughout the day.

Okay, so here's the plan. I ditch pre-med and instead study WHATEVER I WANT. Isn't that an idea? Hm.. I don't think I'm going to do anything as drastic as change colleges but I can definitely see myself in a more provoking major. BUT OKAY. I'm not so stupid and reckless... I know I will basically waste $100k if I just study whatever I want and come out with a useless degree (although, Cornell degrees are hardly useless...). SO listen to this... I can study whatever I want AND (here's where I get more realistic) I ENTER THE EDUCATION FIELD.

I've wanted to be a teacher for longer than I've wanted to go into Medicine but I remember what made me totally forget about this career plan. It was when I had to shadow a 3rd grade teacher for the day and the kids were so annoying. But now I realize-- I'm not meant to be an elementary school teacher... I CAN DO SECONDARY SCHOOL... or maybe even university level!! Am I getting too excited?

Okay, so here's what's next. I can study anything I want and not feel guilty! Because I will enter the Education sphere and teach! It's like a win-win-win-win situation. I can continue learning languages, then I can travel- because I can go abroad to somewhere like.. Mongolia or Argentina- and teach English!! And then I can get long holidays, and teacher's benefits, and keep writing and learning and write my travel expenses off my income taxes because it's for the benefit of education!!! I'M A GENIUS I TELL YOU.

ISN'T THIS THE BEST EPIPHANY EVER. And also, I can go to Columbia!! They have an excellent Teacher's College! I will be able to live in New York City... maybe I can work freelance in Journalism! I'M SO EXCITEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.
I was near passing out today from exhaustion... but I still skipped up the hill to North Campus, listening to my Ipod.. and actually feeling like I'm going somewhere!!

And also.. I'm going to Europe on Winter Break!!!!

AND ALSO.. my hallmates are coming with me!!!!!!!! *Swoons*

Stephen Colbert

Stephen Colbert is coming to Cornell!

A Rainy Day in Ithaca

"We didn't go to Harvard-- no we're not complaining but it's always raining.
So, we go to Cornell-- it's in the middle of nowhere but we really don't care..."
-Cayuga's Waiters (Acapella group)

I guess the storm decided to stay for Sunday brunch. I woke up and saw this outside my window... and then snuggled deeper into my blankets. Cozy, rainy, day...

Today's schedule: church, Sunday brunch, shopping, homework, and going for training at Appel (I'm checking out a job position at the mail room).

Yesterday, my friend celebrated his 19th birthday. I had to take a bus to the commons for training at the Daily Sun. So, I just hung around there until 5 and bought some birthday gifts. Ithaca Commons is a ridiculously cute place -- reminds me of Hudson Valley's Rhinebeck -- little shops, music performances, cafes, bookstores, antique stores. It's all very quaint... I was thinking, "This is what Ithaca is about... not the North campus dorms, or impressive buildings for classes, collegetown, frats, or Target..."

What does suck about Ithaca is the transportation. Stupid bus system is damn confusing. I took the bus to go back for the birthday dinner and somehow ended up driving through cow meadows. Not as funny as it sounds...

Finally, I found my way back to Collegetown and joined friends for dinner at Aladin's (very nice Mediterranean food) and desert at Cafe Pacific (an Asian desert place). It was a nice night... except for the storming. I think my friend had a good night : )

Now, I wonder what my first college birthday will be like...

Late Night Art Projects

Solution to Alarm Clock Problem

Caffeine!

I got three cups now.

My pink Shakespeare cup for white people tea, my indigo mug for coffee and hot cocoa, and my dragon teacup for asian people tea. Mmmm..

And of course soon, I will look at the clock and be like, "WHA- I HAVE TWO MINS TO GET TO MY CHEM/STATS/ART/HUMAN DEVELOPMENT CLASS." Grab my thermos (friend gave it to me) for coffee to go! Essential for tiring mornings...

Professor Huang

My statistics professor reminds me a bit of my father... is that creepy or cute?

He has an interesting habit or gazing off into the distance and talking about absolutely random topics. I don't think he means to be funny-- He just has an oblivious, curious way.

The first day he asked us why we should study statistics. Nobody answered. "Well, what if you go to a party and someone asks you what is statistics. You want to be prepared." We started laughing but I think he was serious.

Then, he also gave us an example of a study case about lost wallets. Then, he mentioned that he might have lost his wallet and looked utterly distressed, staring at the ground for a few minutes while patting his pockets.

Then, his cellphone went off. And he looked so confused. He answered it, in front of the class, and said reallyy loudly like the other person was halfway around the world, "I'M SORRY BUT I REALLY CANNOT TALK RIGHT NOW....... NO. NO... I CANNOT TALK-- PLEASE, I'M TEACHING CLASS NOW.... YES... NO... RIGHT NOW.. YES I'M TEACHING NOW... OK CALL U LATER."

I swear, sometimes I think I'm only staying in this class just because of him. He is the funniest professor I have.

The book even reminds me of him. So off tangent sometimes, making it difficult to concentrate when it's almost 1 in the morning.

"Shoppers receive cards that determine how large a discount they get, but the percentage is revealed by scratching off that black stuff (what IS that stuff?)..."

Blogging Angrily

PS. I don't normally sit like a 2-year old.

STUPID ALARM CLOCKS DON'T WORK

I know I'm sick and I shouldn't be out anyways... but I am downright pissed at myself! I overslept and now I am not canoeing happily to the Farmer's Market. My hallmates just asked my friend who was moaning. That would be me. Because even though I set three alarm clocks, I heard nothing! Until I woke up and stared at my clock and voila, started cursing quite a bit.

Yes, may be weird of me to get upset over something as trivial as canoeing. But I was looking forward to it! I joined the Outing Club a week ago and it's been great. Where else can you go kayaking right after your 4pm class?

I must wake up earlier... Off to make some tea and mope and buy new alarm clocks.

Welcome to My Home!

If you've been wondering where I am when I publish these blog entries... check it out.

Your stereotypical college dorm room. My suitemates like to come and chill on my comfy rug for some good conversation (ha!). Too bad I have nothing yummy in the fridge! Only breakfast stuffs...

Excuse the mess.

Where I spend most of my time... alone. Yes, I'm in a single. Even though I applied for a double. It can be kind of lonely sometimes but then again, it is nice for more freedom.

"The Hottest Ivy"

So, Cornell just won this poll and earned the title of "The Hottest Ivy." Hmm, don't know if I can agree so far. It's definitely HOT as in temperature. So humid too... hmm.. but Hottest Ivy? Come on, IT'S ITHACA. There's nothing here but cornfields... and Cayuga lake... and lots and lots of hills.

Oh what a proud cornellian I am. But no, I think I just need to adjust to living in the middle of nowhere. And all the walking. And being in such a large student body. Today officially marks a week that I've been in college. It's been interesting... some things I expected, others not. I think writing about my freshman experience so far has been the most challenging of topics. Partly because...

1. I never have any time.
2. Overload of information and new experiences
3. Absolutely no time here...
4. My wireless internet connection sucks!
5. Hard to find some time.. yeah.

I feel like years passed by during this one week-- I'll try to do a quick overview though. Orientation, I thought would be soo much fun- no homework, fun events, meeting people.. but no! It was a nightmare-ish experience of going to meetings and panicking about my life.. because suddenly I realized.. I'm not much of a science person-- and I'm pre-med? What am I doing?? That was interesting.. which is why my schedule is so odd and consists of Psychology, Chem, Art, and Statistics. Classes started and I'm actually glad I stressed about my schedule so far.. because I made it perfect. Easy Mondays and Fridays... end the week with Sailing on Friday afternoons (my Phys Ed choice). Most days my classes don't start until at least 11. No more waking up at 6am..

Misconceptions: I think I'm losing a lot of weight... All this walking and meetings-- I haven't been able to eat right. What happened to Freshman 15???? I always feel like there's so many things to do here, though. So many opportunities that I'm not taking advantage of.. and I have such a restless feeling. If I'm in my room, I think, "Why am I here.. I could be doing something!" If I'm out, I think, "Wah so tired.. I need to sleep." It's an endless cycle. I need to find a few things and commit.. if only I can find the time... no time... Hopefully will have more time for this dear blog though.

Strange Incidents Which Only Happen to College Freshmen

I was walking into registration on the first day and some upperclassmen were apparently trying to recruit new students to join the marching band.

"Hey, do you play an instrument?" One of them asked.

"Yeah... the piano."

"Awesome, join the marching band!" She hands me an info sheet.

Few moments of confused silence.

"No, wait. I don't think you understand... I play the piano."

"Yeah, yeah... see you at the first meeting!" And she turns away to haggle more dazed freshmen.

I kept thinking of the sight of me in a marching band... carrying a grand piano while I parade down college avenue.

Another incident.

"OMG. I totally forgot I need to take a placement test in order to sign up for a French class, this fall!" Panic, panic, panic.

"Chilll, just give the office a call as soon as possible."

"No worries." I pull out a gigantic course of studies book out of my geeky backpack. "I'm prepared. French is under what... Romance languages? Here it is, Department of Romance Studies. I'll call right after this academic meeting."

I walk outside, surrounded by bustling students near College of Human Ecology, and dial the number.

"Hello?" It's a man's voice.
"Hello, is the department of romance studies?"
I can sense a few seconds of uncomfortable silence.
"Ohhh, right. Romance studies. Oh, ho! You want to learn ROMANCE-"
I hang up the phone.

A Taste of My Day

8am - Wake up
9:30am - Swim Test
12-3 pm - Biology and Society meeting
3:30-5:30 pm - Small group reading project
5- 7pm - Hillel BBQ
5:30-6pm - OL Meeting
8-9pm - Dance workshop
10pm-1am: Big Red Blowout
1am-??: Probably collegetown..

Academic advising session??
Check on scholarship???
Check on Health Service waiver acceptance??
Print reading assignment???
Figure out my life???

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Freshman Orientation

Moved to Ithaca. Moved in. Met some new people. Went to sessions X Y Z. Ate at places A B C. Everything is a big big dizzying blur. Will absolutely try to find time to write here... when I'm not.. falling.. fast asleep... zzz...

Everything I Own in Plastic Containers

To the left, to the left... everything I own in a box to the left... La la la..
to the left, to the left......... and to the right, to the.... oh, and behind me.. and in front... and on top... and oh no.. I think.. I'm drowning..

I feel... exhausted! I am ready to keel over and go to sleep but no... I must prevail. I must must must finish cleaning and packing my things tonight! Because, tomorrow is my last day in my hometown and who wants to spend the last day stuck in a room, on the laptop and amid trash?? Not me... These last few days have been perfectly gorgeous outside... and I have not been able to do anything! Tomorrow will be different. Although, at the moment it seems very very probable that I will not finish in time.

As I went through all the junk that has collected in this room, I began to realize- wow, I've lived in this room since I was 7. And then I began to feel kind of sad and attached to the place... the photographs and paintings on the wall, my salmon arm chair... my bed.

Things just seemed to be rooted in place. I cleared most of my high school papers and momentos... then, I found a huge stack of papers- remnants from the college admissions process. Horrible flashbacks followed. I actually took the time to look over all the pain that I had endured during this era... Seniors this year, I'm so sorry. Don't worry, there is a light at the end of the tunnel!

The worst part was remembering everything I actually had to do... Looking back now, I knew it was a difficult process but I forgot just how difficult. I uncovered more and more letters I had written to teachers, guidance counselors, admissions counselors, camp counselors, etc. I found my writing portfolio and transcripts and essays and all the little creative things I had to do to make myself "stand out from the others"..... It's a miracle that I survived.

Why does it seem like only the US has such a stressful university admissions process? I only remember how much everyone stressed "bringing your personality into your application." Such a mentally exhausting time. As of now, I'm still not finished with cleaning / packing. Seems as though I'm putting my whole life into plastic containers... But looking through old things and applications really made me appreciate this stage of my life even more...

Waking up for an early breakfast tomorrow with friends! Hopefully I won't oversleep :)

4 in the Morning

Stupid return of the jet lag...

New York

*Copied from my notebook, Original Date is Aug 12

New York City
110th Street, Broadway

We arrived in New York around 10am. After long lines, a struggle with finding our luggage and a very interesting convo with another American traveller, I knew we were finally home.

Why I like being American:
-the grocery stores are open 24 hours
-strangers always seem to have time for a chat with just about anyone
-even fastfood bathrooms are clean
-the diversity

Why I dislike being American:
-everyone talks at the top of their lungs
-this conversation:

Scene: JFK International Airport, Airplane aisle, Passengers await for gate to open.

Man on Airplane: [looks at my Cornell sweatshirt] So, you go to school in the states?
Me: Yeah... but I just returned from vacation abroad, actually!
MoA: Oh, cool- where?
Me: Singapore and Malaysia.
MoA: Nice! Yeah, that's like in China, right?
Me: ...
Rosa: They are totally different countries.
MoA: Really! Oh, okay. Guess I got it confused. So, it's like Hong Kong, then.
Me: Actually, Hong Kong is part of China.
MoA: Ah.. Sorry, I have really bad geography. All I know is China and... oh hm.. Taiwan. Taiwan is like part of Japan, right?
Me: um, no.
MoA: Wait, that's a whole other country?? Wow, so sorry. Did I offend you?
Me: Oh, no problem... I'm American!
MoA: No way! Where you from?
MoA, Me, Rosa: [begins to talk about upstate New York].

End Scene.

I am such a city girl, though. As soon as we got out of the airport and found a taxi, I was feeling so at peace. The weater was perfect, cool, dry, fresh. I accidentally jumped into the driver's seat of the taxi, though! So used to the left side driving, now haha.

We stayed the night in the city apartment. A new grocery store opened across the street... very nice, 24 hours too! Anyway, excited to go home to Poughkeepsie and the lovely Hudson valley. For now, about to visit the public library and maybe eat near Columbia U.

The Conclusion

*Copied from my notebook, Original Date is Aug 11

Current location: Frankfurt, Germany (International Airport)

Current mood: hungry, inspired

Current craving: pancakes and strawberries, jasmine tea

Current time: 6ish am in Frankfurt... 12ish pm in New York... 12ish am in Singapore

Current attire: sweats, sneaks, tank, college sweatshirt, glasses, ipod

Current thoughts:

I haven't touched my blog, not to mention, opened my notebook in forever, seems like. Okay, maybe a few days. So now, I'm at the Frankfurt airport, waiting for my connecting flight to New York... and I finally acknowledged the least favorite part about travelling- I'm admitting that it's all over, I'm writing the conclusion, composing the finale, finishing the race... in plain words- it's the end!

To be honest, I think I purposely avoided all internet access and writing for the last week or so... obviously in denial that my vacation is ended. And then, very soon, I must begin a whole new lifestyle and confront my perpetual status of not-knowing.

My To-Do list is growing endlessly. I feel so frenzied for some reason that one night in KK, I sat straight up in my bed - middle of the night - and wrote a huge list of life goals... panicking that I will become a boring person who will only get a degree, work, work, retire, die... oh yeah, throw some kids and menopause in there somewhere. So, I have this long list which will eventually become more post-its stuck to my bedroom wall.

Despite all that, I'm feeling the happiest I've been in a long time. Can you believe it? I mean, I feel great... almost hyper. This whole year has been extremely stressful- full of college applications, the school paper, odd jobs, graduation, prom, my mysterious future, and just stupid high school drama... It's all over, hopefully. I've been able to get away during my time in Asia and I honestly feel as though I've taken advantage of each day and moment. It's been a full, fulfilling, satisfying journey.

Going to Singapore during the National day (country just turned 42...) was the perfect cooldown to the long stay in Malaysia. We ran into a number of traveling problems in Singapore, though- airline cancellations, hotel switching, etc. Yet, I was hardly moved. It was to be expected (wow, so many "to be" verbs... Mrs. Tremblay would kill me).

I read my horoscope: "You will feel great about your life- use this energy to get yourself going. Opportunities are opening up for you. This is a year of great changes and definitely a time to integrate into your life all that you have learned. Must do: Get a reality check." Usually, I don't bother with superstition but I think that was incredibly right on. Especially the part about the reality check.

I've learned a lot from this trip- grown up a lot and absolutely cannot wait to plan the next one. I think I'm ready for something drastic. They say, "Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. So love the people who treat you right, forget about the ones who don't, and believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said that it'd be easy; they just promised it'd be worth it." But can you possibly believe that everything EVERYTHING happens for a reason? And the part about taking a chance... easier said than done. But I guess cliches are cliches for a reason!

And now, I've succeeded in writing a very sickeningly opptimistic and happy journal entry haha. Don't know why I feel so enthusiastic at the moment... better use the energy while I can. Okay, boarding time!

Some Pictures of Malaysia

Trustworthy, Singapore Airlines... my parents won't fly with any other company.


Rosa, eating Durian at the night vendors.


Michele and I, at Rumba!



Newlyweds at the Opening Day of Harry Potter.


Lots of writing.


Michele with International Rugby players, Semi and Colin.


Sunset from the balconey...

Pictures from Mount Kinabalu to follow soon...

Random Thoughts

I officially have three days left in Malaysia... Three days! My five-week trip is coming to a close... and I can hardly believe how fast it's passed by. Upon reflecting, this experience has been nothing like what I had imagined back in the US. It's been a hundred times better and I'm leaving this place with so much more than I had expected. While here I've...

-Grown quite used to lizards crawling up and down the walls.
-Relearned how to use squatting toilets.
-Gotten over fear of taxis.
-Written practically a novel.
-Visited an island.
-Climbed a mountain.
-Gained new friends.
-Played with my cousins.
-Improved my Chinese... a little.
-Gotten shockingly darker.
-Had my fill of ice kachang, soybean milk, roti canai, and watermelon juice.
-Improved my technique of ignoring flirty locals.
-Wasted a lot of money.
-Assisted in a fashion photo shoot!
-Some more stuff I can't think of now....

I had more I wanted to say but I left my notebook at home. Shall bring it with me next time... So, what am I up to the next few days? Tonight, the extended family is coming over again for swimming and dinner. Maybe some time I'll write an entry introducing them to you... My cousins, Pui Pui, Sim Yee, Bong Bong, San San, Wun Wun, Siew Yee, Eva, Aimee, Ida, Ivy, pheuf... I think that's all of them. Yes, very interesting names. Then, out tonight for drinks with friends... sleeping over Mich's and I don't know what else! Flight early morning on Wednesday to Singapore... Few days at Sentosa Resort, then Friday evening... flight back to the States! Five more days... then college!

So Sore

Enough said.

There and Back Again

It's August! What better way to begin a new month than with a little mountain climbing?

Now that I'm back from my trip, I have to say that Mt. Kinabalu is a pretty formidable monster of nature. Yesterday (seemed like such a long time ago...), Rosa and I departed for the mountain at 7:30am. When we finally arrived, they realized that the guide was late- couldn't begin the ascent until around noon time... still without a guide (he never showed up until we arrived at the cabin). But, I think it was okay. We started off, sure as always, overestimating our endurance. We ignored the first five rest stops and even ate lunch while trekking (sandwich in one hand, walking stick in the other). It was an intense climb for me... Rosa, flying though. However, after a few hours, we stopped mid-step.

R: I'm tired.
C: Me too.
R: I'm bored.
C: Me too.
C: ... let's... chill...

So, we stopped and took a few pictures. Pretended we were climbing Mount Doom, escaping over the Alps, in a Final Fantasy video game... singing very badly. Climbing can become tiresome... so you have to figure out a way to make it fun.

I feel like there are two types of mountain climbers. The first is one who practically paves his or her own trail. Rushing, racing against time and fellow climbers. They want to reach the top asap. I have to say... they are pretty intimidating. The other kind is one who carries a huge, heavy duty artsy camera. They take time to examine every pebble and blade of grass... taking pictures, dawdling, taking in the view.

I think we started off as rushers but turned into more dawdlers. Fun until you realize how far behind you can get! Next time, I think we should find a medium... somehow.

We both underestimated the coldness. After reaching the cabin (about 6km up... the whole trail is 8.5), the cold just settled into our bones. I had some coffee and soup... still chilly! Passed time, meeting and chatting with other climbers. We met a whole group of students from Cambridge, England. Played cards and shamelessly abused the buffet table by sneaking food to others.

Around 7pm, we hiked to our hut- place we would be staying for the night (another 200m...) It was pitch dark, raining, and cold... our guide abandoned us somewhere... Finally, met our roomates. They were two Australians, both named Katie. After more chatting and unpacking, we went to bed at around 8pm.

Maybe it was the cold or high altitude but I had the worst sleep ever... I had a lot of trouble breathing and also had many headaches. I kept waking up in the night until finally, 2am came and we set off with our guide, Jay (found him, again) for the summit.

Both of us have climbed Mt. K before and I remembered how I hated the summit climb... but this was nothing compared to the last time. It was so windy and raining. By the time, we had reached the rock wall, it was pouring. Climbing up this face of the mountain seemed impossible. The one rope was drenched, the wind and rain were really picking up... and our flashlights died. We saw the first group ahead of us turn around. Their guide waved his arms and yelled, "You cannot cross the water!" like some rip off from Lord of the Rings. The group silently went back down even though my sister and I were screaming at the top of the lungs, "What's wrong??" The wind was too loud, I guess. Everything was soaked, even the "waterproof" stuff. Don't know how that happened...

We asked our guide what to do and he seemed thrown off by the question. After a while of more standing in the rain on the side of this rock wall, we decided to keep going. There were a few streams running off the rock's side but nothing too intense. Some more climbers followed us and together we reached the summit gate... it was locked. By that time, I stopped caring. We started to climb back down and realized that our path had turned into a fricken waterfall! Water was falling down my shoulders and over my backpack. I could see nothing.. felt my way down through the water. Finally, we jumped off the wall after what seemed to be hours of climbing and realized that our trail to the huts... had turned into a river! We were jumping down stepping stones.

On the drive back, I still couldn't imagine us doing that at 2 in the morning today. We were looking at the peak in the clouds and realized that we were just up there. Such a strange thought...

Climbing down, we had decided not to stop at all and just ran. Soreness in knees and toes, but worth it! I'm still a little upset we couldn't reach the summit... so.. close, though. But I think we definitely pushed our limits all the same.

I always wonder what makes us go through all this madness. My sister and I have always been adventurous... loved nature. But still, risking hypothermia in an attempt to conquer nature? Beats me. Despite that, I think the reason we are addicted to these things is the learning process during the journey. It does seems that we learned a few things... First, nature really doesn't give a damn about if you're cold, hungry, tired, aching, about to die, etc. But okay, on a more serious note... I kept wondering, why didn't we just turn around when we had the chance on the rock wall. What kind of psychological nonsense does that mean...

In all, an interesting trip.

Last Minute Preps

So tomorrow is the big day... aka climbing the highest peak in Southeast Asia! Am I ready? Will I make it? Is it going to rain? Too bad the only answer I know is to the latter question... Yesterday, my sister and I "trained." We packed a backpack, put on the mountain boots, and walked all over KK... drawing some strange looks. I've given up on the 'Are you Japanese?' question. I just say yes and continue on my way. We also stopped at a huge farmer's market and bought some souvenirs for friends. I was looking at some picture frames and straw bags but then succumbed to exhaustion- too many things to look at, mental overload. We stopped at Upperstar for dinner and trekked home. Michele, Rosa, and I have already planned to go the spa after the mountain climb... pretty excited for that. As for today, I'll need to go get stuff for the trip, maybe start on some school work (eh...), blog/email, bookstore, enjoy the last week of Malaysia... then, off to Singapore, again :)

PS. I finished Harry Potter... J.K. Rowling is a genius.

Confessions of a Blogger

Sorry, I haven't been able to update that much, lately! I usually drag this big bulky notebook around with me and scribble away every two seconds. But I've actually been really busy! Even too busy to write articles in my journal to post on this webpage. I know, I cheat. I don't actually compose all of this, on the spot. I mean, internet cafes aren't cheap and you pay by time! I also forget a lot of points and ideas that I would like to mention... so, I do rough drafts and then, add alll the random, spontaneous things I think about. Anyway, apologies for that. Not too much happening recently except spending time with a lot of new friends, old friends, relatives, and of course, my parents and sister. So, wow- this will be the fourth week in Malaysia! And I'm getting really adapted to this place (or, maybe just not doing any work). I have to keep in mind that I still have that essay to write for Cornell... but a little more procrastination never hurt anyone! Haha, famous last words. More updates to come on other stuffs, observations, opinions, training for the highest mountain in Southeast Asia, and etc...

4095 Meters of Exhilaration

It's storming so insanely right now. But I have exciting news!! I will be able to climb Mount Kinabalu!!!! At first, we thought we wouldn't be able to climb it. This time around you have to make reservations because this particular scale is getting pretty popular. I don't think there are enough accommodations at the midpoint. It's usually a 2-day climb. But my parents checked out some tour groups and a few dropped out- which means, (ta-da!) there are open spots for my sister and I! I'm SO excited! I brought a number of mountaineering things, expecting to climb the mountain and I was so disappointed when I found out I couldn't! But now, I have to get back in shape otherwise I will die of exhaustion. The last time I scaled Low's Peak was three years ago. I was fifteen and probably in way better shape than I am now. No worries, I will be fit in no time. If only I can lose this addiction for food... and laziness.

Girls Just Wanna Shop

I finally found an internet cafe that I like- after some testing out of different ones. So, I'm back to my reporting. I love using this job as an excuse to use the internet. "Where are you going, Chrysan?" Umm... "I have to go update my blog for the Poughkeepsie Journal!" Haha. It's like getting paid to shop.

Speaking of shopping- I bought a brand new bag from Charles and Keith. And after lunch at the Revolving Restaurant with my family, I discovered a blue stain all along the sides of the bag. I was so mad. No more white bags, for me. It's brand new. I should've bought the velvet black clutch but of course, I went for the bigger bag. I have this habit of taking my life's belongings wherever I go. Oh well, I still have some more shopping to do before I go to college. I'm starting to go for more expensive brands now. It's so annoying when you buy something moderately priced but then they have such easy wear and tear. You have to replace them so often. I don't know- would you rather buy expensive- but higher-quality- stuff or cheaper- but low-quality- stuff?

Aside from clothes and bags, I've noticed that one expensive thing to buy here is... books! Since they all usually come from out of the country, the currency exchange can be brutal. One hardcover book (USD 30) can be about RM100+ here. Last Saturday, I went to the bookstore to buy what else, but the new Harry Potter book! I looked at the price and decided that I would rather buy one back at home. That means, I'll have to wait until mid-August to find out what happens in this series. Not the case for other Harry Potter fanatics. While, I was at the bookstore I saw cameras flashing and a nice car waiting outside. A newly wed, bride and groom, had stopped in (on their wedding day!) to purchase the novel. So, that's what their doing tonight, huh?

Anyway, I'm going for now. Going to Rumba, later tonight with friends. It's the Latin dance club and lounge at the Meridien Hotel! I have pictures from meeting the rugby players from the international team, Asian Barbarians. I didn't know they were so famous, actually... It's annoying that the internet connections at these cafes are so slow. That's the reason I haven't been able to post pictures that easily.

Are You Japanese?

It's the beginning of the third week of Malaysia. Time is really flying! I'm starting to miss home a little. I had a random craving for French fries while passing McDonald's the other day. Eeks.

Whenever I travel anywhere, I always get the, "Where are you from?" I have everyone guessing, "Korea? China? Japan?" Actually, a lot of people think I'm a Eurasian mix even though I do not think I look white at all. It's funny when I'm finally like, "The United States!" Wha... ?

I expected the same sort of deal when I came to KK. But as soon as I got here, I don't get the "Where are you from?" The question has now metamorphosed into "Are you Japanese?" I think at least five people have asked me that since I've been here-random people, too! The first person to comment was a cosmetics salesperson. She said I looked Japanese and my sister looked Korean. A day ago, a random person came up to me and asked, "Are you Japanese?" And before I could answer, she just said, "Say yes. Because I have a bet with that person." Looked over at a bunch of these tourists. So, I just said yes.

I would love to visit Japan. I wonder if real Japanese people would think I looked Japanese. I just watched Tokyo Drift the other day. I wonder what Japanese people think of that movie! Haha.

A South Carolina Pastor in Malaysia

Every Sunday, my cousin and her friend take me to a different church. Today’s was an English speaking one at Sutera Resort (Yes!). It was very friendly and… rich. When the guest speaker went up to preach, we found out that he was an ex-pat hailing from South Carolina! Well, this should be interesting…

Oh, it was very interesting alright. He spoke really slowly, really loudly, and overly-dramatized. I exchanged looks with my friends over some of the random comments he would insert in his sermon.

Interesting comment #1: “We didn’t come from monkeys!”

Interesting comment #2: “For over 30 years, my dear brother was addicted to (“Drugs? Money? Gambling?” I thought)... homosexuality!”

Interesting comment #3: “All of you Indians and Chinese- Quit complaining about the affirmative action in Malaysia!”

Interesting comment #4: “I spent a lot of time counseling drug addicts, rapists, criminals, and homosexuals in my career…”

Since when were gay people put in the same category as drug addicts, rapists, and other criminals? I’m completely straight… but I never quite understood the disapproval for gays... especially in religion.

It reminded me a lot of another lecturer I heard at a Christian youth convention this past January. Her name is Carrie Abbott from somewhere in the south. She also painted this perfect, idealistic picture of “God’s people.” Her main message: “Men should act like men. Girls should act like girls.” I felt like she stereotyped these roles a lot, though. Is it “unnatural” for a girl to want to play with trucks and climb trees, etc. as a child?

I had a big of a debate with her after the seminar. Maybe, I was a little outspoken but I just couldn’t understand the close-mindedness of some of her opinions. Her most interesting comment: “Homosexuals are a deviation from what God intended.”

Excuse me? Someone was quite the judge. Eh, I'm being kind of rude. I’m getting ahead of myself. I’m a pretty liberal Christian and I like challenging these ideas, too much. Sometimes, these church services seem so showy and fake. The intentions of the congregation are pure but it’s easy to be influenced. I’m too careful of my beliefs (good or bad thing, again.) Or, I think I’m just paranoid of BRAINWASHING. Muahaha.

I still don’t understand how others can judge people so harshly and be narrowminded. I’m tired of hardcore atheist, scientists who are like, “Haha, how can you believe the world was created in seven days?” And then the really conservative Christians make comments like, “Pua humans didn’t come from chimps!” I’m sure creation is a lot more complicated than the simple human mind can comprehend… so… shut up about the monkeys!!

Besides, that’s not what evolutionists are saying!

I hate it when people don’t do their research…

Overall, a nice service, though...

Apologies, if this entry has offended you.

Asian Barbarians... in Sabah?

Guess who I met Saturday night? International rugby players from New Zealand!

I decided to go swimming; the sunset over Marina Court was amazing, once again. But as soon as I went in the water, I felt my ears and realized one of my earrings was missing. Thankfully, I brought my goggles so I spent a good ten minutes scouring the bottom of the pool like a treasure hunter. A man (Japanese, I found out later) saw me diving and came over to help. He turned out to be the manager of the International rugby team- Asian Barbarians. Suddenly all these guys swam over from somewhere and tried to help me find my earring. It was a strange/funny sight. Finally, found it, though. The Japanese guy stepped on it!

We talked to a few players and it turned out to be their last night in KK. Apparently, the team consists of players from all over Asia- these players were originally from New Zealand (they call themselves Kiwi? That made me think of the fruit) but now live in and play for Hong Kong. Others were from Singapore, China, India, Korea, Japan, Kazakhstan, and Sri Lanka. 30 players in all- no wonder it was so hard to get a room at Marina Court.

I met up with Michelle later to walk Waterfront. Guess who we ran into at The Aussie? The Kiwis! Haha. It must be exciting to travel all the time; they go to Japan sometime soon to play the team there. Read it here:

http://sundaytimes.lk/070408/Sports/sp212.html

http://www.rugbyjapan.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=166&Itemid=2

http://www.newsabahtimes.com.my/nstweb/fullstory/9949

But then again, you never get to settle down… “Shouldn’t you be married?” Haha. I wonder what I’ll be doing at that age… Hmm.

The National Fruit and Company

We were at the durian stall at nine o’clock at night. So much sticky humidity layering my neck, arms, and forehead. But still, the durian addicts come out. Why? It smells so bad. It's hot and humid and shady and kind of tiring to trek all that way here to this durian stall. What’s durian, anyway? Why, the national Malaysian fruit, of course!

Durian stalls like these are purely meant for immediate consumption. At night, they use florescent lights that make this futuristic glow-y feel. It’s a simple set-up. There are plastic chairs and tables around a pick-up truck. The back is converted into a vendor with stacks of durian dumped on top. All around are sounds of traffic, lights of neon street signs. Feels busy, smells like gasoline, sounds like Malay jargon. I feel so… local and national geographical.

The strange thing about this fruit is not only its structure (big, spiky, green… sounds like the hulk) but also the ability to smell so bad but taste so good. Well, it didn’t always taste so good. When I was little, I hated the smell and taste. I couldn’t understand the Malaysian obsession with it. But I guess after growing up in a durian-eating family, I “acquired” the taste, as Michelle would put it. Like sushi, bloody Mary’s, and curry- durian is definitely an acquired taste.

Lots of other fresh, tropical fruit here- not only watermelon, cantaloupe, and honey-dew: the standards. But also, papaya, jackfruit, guava, lychee, pineapple, pomegranate- all fresh and available. It’s heaven to me. I love fruit. I’m definitely taking advantage of it because back in the US, it’s so expensive, rare and above all… not as fresh!

Political Venting on the Malaysian System

I spent the day at San Francisco café. I did some thinking.

In America (or, maybe it’s just the West), you always clean up after yourself at cafes, fast-food restaurants, etc. You go up to get your own drinks and food. But here, they always, always serve you. I was standing, waiting for the cashier to make my Americano coffee and I got the weirdest looks. Afterwards, I took my trash to throw out. And, there were no garbage bins. Anywhere.

I wonder why it was like that. Then, that got me to thinking about other things.

My father likes history a lot. I do, too. So, we started talking about the “Malay Way.” I guess, a term we coined. He told me that Malaysia was a pretty peaceful country for being an Islamic one (Oh, I forgot the term used that means the government is run by its religion).

I learned from my friends that it’s hard for non-Malays to go to the public universities here. That’s why all the Chinese and Indian (and some white) citizens must go overseas to private colleges and universities.

A tangent: the schooling system has always been kind of confusing to me. They follow the British way. High school (secondary school) is form 2 through 5 (actually, I’m not quite sure about that). But for the highest form (grade), many choose not to study in secondary school but go to “college”; it’s considered senior year. I guess it makes sense since most of the classes I took as a senior were AP courses. After finishing college, then they go to “university,” which is considered our “college.” I know… confusing.

The only difference is that non-Malays cannot go to public universities as easily as true Malays. True Malay people are of Indonesian, south-pacific origin. Any American would say, “That’s racial discrimination. It’s like saying… only white people can go to state schools.” But here, it’s a way of keeping the peace. It’s the way things are. In private ownership, 30% must also go to Malays.

My Western upbringing wants to say that it’s unfair. Many Malays are poor and uneducated. Most Chinese families have at least one Malay housekeeper because it’s cheap and gives them jobs. But still, why do they get so many advantages if the Chinese and Indian families worked so hard to make Malaysia a better country? Malaysia could’ve been as poor as Indonesia (country right below us) but it’s a lot better. Just look at Singapore- it broke away from Malaysia and it’s a mainly Chinese population. Now, Singapore is so far ahead. The exchange rate is almost equal to the dollar.

I guess the idea is similar to the affirmative action debate in the U.S. I have to consider the other side. Malaysia is very peaceful for a Muslim country. Not so much terrorist activity because the Malays are content with the laws. The 50^th anniversary of Malaysia’s independence from Britain is actually coming up. This country is young- during my father’s childhood, Britain still controlled it.

I’ve been reading a few English Malay newspapers- they’re written very entertainingly. I saw this article, “Emulate KL’s approach.” KL is Kuala Lumper, Malaysia’s capital. In it, National University of Singapore’s associate professor said that Malaysian leaders focused very well on taking care of the needs and grievances of the people and their practical approach in handling terrorism threats was very sensible.

But, she also said Malaysia should speak out more on issues.

I guess Malays must feel like the Chinese population is taking over their country. Still, the Hakka (my origin, a tribe from China, “wanderers”) have come to Malaysia a long time ago.

I saw another article on Former United Nations secretary general Kofi Annan. I guess he recently praised Malaysia for being “a relatively peaceful country despite its cultural differences and different faiths.”

“It has managed the ethnic mix better than any other society that I can think of. The Malaysia society, which celebrates both unity and diversity, is a message that should be shared with the rest of the world.”

But, he also said that he wished the majority would speak up. “I think Malaysia has a voice and should use it more often.”

I think sometimes Malaysia likes peace and unchanging ways a little too much, though. Is it an advantage or disadvantage? It’s harmonious over here. But I also see so many negative aspects. For one... the BATHROOMS! You have to pay money to use a bathroom that is so smelly, and wet, and dirty (Muslims don't believe in toilet paper. They use water to wash themselves after each bathroom visit.) And there's a lot of crime- especially murders and rape. Well, that’s another entry.

So, sorry for this political rant. What do I know? I’m just a teenager in this foreign nation. Not a diplomat or international affairs major. I read this other interesting article… I’ll save it for later, though! Too much thinking for one day.

The weekend is coming up- more stuffs to experience!

Pink Sunsets

The sunsets here are absolutely breathtaking. They’re so pink. Everything’s bathed in a pink flood of color. Just look at the pictures- it’s so pretty. The only other ones comparable are the ones I saw in the Alps of France, two summers ago. I wish they didn’t disappear so fast. I look like a madwoman whenever I race outside to take a picture, around this time. Digital cameras just don’t do them justice, though.

Taking Advantage of Island Tourism

My family decided to take a day trip to one of the islands- a highlight of Malaysia tourism. We walked to the harbor very early and bought tickets to Manukan island. The weather was the most perfect I’ve seen so far! Huge blue skies with a few cloudy spots.

The boat ride was about 20 minutes long. On the way, we passed by the whole coast of KK. I saw Sutera, Marina Court, all the malls- even the revolving restaurant. The water was the perfect postcard blue… like those Bahamas commercials, I swear.

When we arrived on the island, we could see all the way to the bottom of the sea. Fish- swarms of fish- they were everywhere. Tiny, guppy things and huge glittery ones. My favorite was the parrot fish. It was translucent, rainbow colored. I felt like I was in a Dr. Seuss book.

Living in the city, I forget that Malaysia is such a lush and tropical place. It’s actually a tropical rain forest, if you want a biological location.

We rented some snorkeling gear and went in the water (it was really warm). I have to say it was a slight disappointment. There was hardy any vegetation or sea life besides the fish. I went snorkeling in Greece on time and I will never forget the experience. It was like a whole new underwater world. The ground had depth and plants, caves, fish, coral, insane topography. But here, the land was very barren. I think it was because we were at a tourist-y beach. Maybe next time, a different location?

In the afternoon, it started raining… Again. It’s okay- it was nice weather while it lasted.

Embracing the terrific, Malaysian rainstorms.

Too Much Delicious Food

Last Saturday morning, I awoke to another rain-cloudy day. Hmm, there hasn’t been a single nice day yet.

My sister and I went to Warisan Square, a shopping plaza across the street, for the afternoon. We bumped into a few of my classmates from Maktab Nasional and then headed to Yogurberry for dessert. The place is really cute. You can make your own kind of yogurt sundae. There’s a checklist to make your order; you can choose all sorts of fruits and other toppings. Very yummy.

In fact, all the food places around here are very trendy. Ever since I got to KK, I’ve been eating nonstop (what a way to get started on the Freshman 15). I’m eating as I write, in fact.

The previous night, we went to Atmosphere- the revolving restaurant. It was one of those strange, but exciting experiences. Atmosphere is a tall tower-like building. We took the elevator to the top floor and saw that the floor actually rotated around a central platform. A jazz pianist was playing and I could see the whole view of KK despite rain (once again).

Afterwards, we went to the cinema to see Transformers. Malaysian cinemas are definitely something one needs to experience. They’re big, loud, and chilly. We came home around 2:30 am- the reason we were so tired the next day.

Saturday night, we finally met the rest of our family for dinner at a restaurant they call “Steamboat.” You can actually cook your own food. In the center of each table is a fondue-like cooker. The buffet table has all sorts of uncooked food: beef (plain, marinated, spicy), seafood, vegetables, noodles and also sauces, condiments, etc. You pick whatever you want and cook it! It’s pretty fun. And also yummy.

Sunday morning, I experienced an unexpected attack of jet lag. I went to church with Sim Yee and suddenly started nodding off… in front of the pastor! I felt really rude. Later that night, I went to a concert for peace called "1,000 voices Concert." It was at Likas Stadium and there were actually 1,000 performers!

1,000 Voices for Peace Concert

Sunset at Likas Stadium

I’ve been trying hard to improve my Mandarin but I could still only understand 50% of what the pastor was saying. I’m hoping to study Chinese more seriously in college. But for now, still trying to master these languages. What’s amazing about Malaysia is the diversity of languages spoken. Malay, Hindi, Chinese (different dialects, too), and English- school is taught in all these tongues. Most people speak at least three different languages fairly well. It’s impressive and intimidating.

Darn Chinese.

The Pickup

I finished The Pickup this morning- had plenty of time because Rosa kept tossing and turning all night. She couldn't sleep and kept me awake, too. Then I kept tossing and turning. I even fell off the bed and woke up mumbling something. I always do that.. weird. So, now I'm tired, awake, and been restless out of my mind while she sleeps soundly. I do what I usually do when I'm restless- think a lot, read a lot, write... baloney.

So, I read The Pickup and really liked it. It's one of those books that make you think a lot. Even though its' required reading for Cornell... I always find it weird that the books I'm reading run parallel with whatever I'm living. Some songs make you remember a certain time... with me, it's also books. I was thinking about "The Table" in the book... a nameless sort of group that just hangs around the cafe doing nothing but talking... baloney. Kind of a retreat from the real world. And I had that feeling too. People here really like hanging around cafes... In the book, it's the "L. A. Cafe". Yesterday, we were all hanging around the "San Francisco Cafe"... SO WEIRD. and now, its' like a ritual... like in the book. Julie, main character, travels to a completely different world- Africa. here I am, in Malaysia.. halfway around the world. REALLY STRANGE.

And I didn't choose to read this book!! It's required reading!! hmm..

Yesterday afternoon, we went to Sutera harbor (that fancy golf resort place). We had a dim sum buffet... pretty fancy. The place, in itself, is a luxury-for-white-people-mainly kinda place. It's really beautiful. I always have the uncanny ability to choose the best items on the menu... I ordered chicken dumplings, crispy noodles with seafood, shanghainese style buns, pan-seared fish in thai sauce, red been sesame rolls, egg tarts, and mango pudding. (wow I'm getting hungry again). maybe I was meant for fine dining. heh. lunch was amazing though. really. Sutera is on a peninsula sort of thing.. I can see it from my bedroom window. it's especially pretty with all the lights at night. The whole place is supposed to be a golf club.. but its really a lot more- what with restaurants, sea activities, pools, bowling, karaoke, bars and lounges, hotels... more like a resort!
And very trendy. The poolside bar is actually carved into the pool so that the bartenders are level with swimmers. You can actually swim over to the bar and there are seats under water... order a drink, while still in the pool!! I'm amused so easily.. couldn't stop staring.

Anyway, I explored all the possibilities for sea activities. We're planning on island hopping.. I can finally go snorkeling again!!!! So excited. And also try something totally new... scuba diving! I'm so pumped. If you haven't figured it out.. I'm a nature enthusiast and addicted to anything adventurous... so, updates later on the revolving restaurant and transformers!

Maktab Classmates

It's been almost a week since I landed in KK, Malaysia- time flies! I'm currently at another one of these internet cafes... this one is not as fast, though. I've been scouting for a quick and cheap one, lately- not easy. Though I can't really complain about the exchange rates! Anyway, what have I been up to lately? I've gotten in touch with some old classmates (from Maktab nasional- old private school) and it's been a lot of fun hanging out with them. I met up with a friend, Michelle, and her boyfriend and others a few days ago. They showed us around KK a little, went shopping, saw an amazing golf resort. Then, went dancing at a latin bar in the Meridian Hotel. You know... sometimes I think teens will be teens whether you're American, European, or Malaysian... Still, we have a lot of differences and its interesting comparing our lifestyles, goals, certain mannerisms. I saw Harry Potter at the Cinema yesterday with my sister... it surprised me, nactually not that bad... haha. Today, my family is going to the golf resort (called "Sutera") for lunch. Then, tonight I will be going to "Atmosphere" with Michelle and friends again for dinner/drinks. The special thing about Atmosphere is that it's called "The Revolving Restaurant". Apparently, its in this tower and revolves slowly so you can see the whole view while you eat. Can't wait to see how taht's like! Even later, my cousins and I will go see Transformers at the bigger movie theater. I really like Malaysian theaters... they're so big. and loud. What can I say... I'm a young un. It's been pretty busy, lately. The days are going by fast and my family is planning a few day trips to Islands. Very popular thing to do in Malaysia- scuba diving, kayaking, snorkeling, and other nature stuff. Looking forward to it! I'm hoping to go to this island "Layang-layang"... it's quite far away but pretty famous... I'll make sure to find an underwater disposable camera! Okay, more updates to follow!

Kota Kinabalu

So, I can finally say that I'm in Kota Kinabalu, Malaysia. A lot has happened since Singapore. Right now, I'm at the main shopping mall, Centrepoint... Rosa and I found the old internet cafe we used to go to and so I have 17 minutes left to describe all that has happened.

We arrived in KK Saturday afternoon. It felt soo weird to be back- it's like we never left at all... and at the same time, we were like complete foreigners. We used to go to Malaysia to see family every summer... but I haven't been back since I was a freshman. So, it was all the same.. yet very different! A lot of major development has happened. In the city, there are whole new shopping strips and tons of new stores.

My cousin Puay puay picked us up and brought us to our Grandma's appartment in nearby village, Mengataal. Stayed there for a few days. Sunday morning we went to Basal church for the chinese service... could barely understand it but I'm picking up the language again! It's so strange to hear so many languages all at once: malay, hindi, chinese, dialects of chinese, and of course, english. Everything feels so raw and underdeveloped... especially the village areas. But you can see the progress that has been made in just 3 years that I've been gone. It's insane.

THat night, I met my cousin, Sim Yee!! I was so excited to see her... out of all my cuosins I definitely feel most connected to her. We went to a christian choir concert... everything is really church related around here. It was interesting though.. saw an african american sing in chinese!

Today, we finally saw the condo my parents invested in almost 4 years ago! it was under construction as a part of these resort buildings, "Marina Court" that my family used to stay in. It's kinda pricey even though the exchange rate is cheap (1 US dollar = 3.5 malaysian RM). But anyone who knows my parents, also knows they are addicted to real estate. Not so much buying but window shopping. So, this place is kind of a big deal... saw it, today- looks amazing. It's right in KK city next to all the malls and has a view of swimming pool and the ocean.

Ate lunch today at one of the bazillion new restaurants nearby. The place inside is so beautiful. The walls are all gold with crystal chandeliers and mirrors everywhere. The tables are kind of too high tho. My familoy was starving so much that they bought nearly everything on the menu. I feel so full.

Anyhow, we've rented an appartment to stay at in Marina Court. So, we're moving out of my grandma's appartment tonight to stay there. My grandma is pretty awesome. She travels a lot and is going to Kuching for the week (in West Malaysia). I'm gonna try to get in touch with some of my old school friends (did I mention I went to boarding school in Malaysia before?)... it still feels so weird to be here!! But I adapt really fast.. a good and bad quality...

I have to say that I think I handled Jet lag pretty well... perfected the technique after all these years of traveling... here's the jist of it:

SLEEP as much as you can on the airplane. at the same time, drink as much water as you can!!
therefore, it forces you to only nap and not oversleep.. because you have to pee all the time. heh. moisturizing doesn't hurt either.

Anyways, I've also been writing a lot. I can only write on here once in a while when I find a computer and it's nowhere near enough... I can't even remember half the stuff I want to mention it's jumbled in my mind and I'm keepiig an eye on the timer. I'm keeping one of my travel logs again... tons of writing there and started color pencil drawings again... i should remember to bring it along with me next time so I can transfer some stuff online. I'll keep that in mind!

Okay, time is almost out. Miss all of you back at home!! -Chrysan

SINGAPORE

Hi from Singapore! It's Rosa and I. So, you definitely need patience when traveling. (Rosa says, "or you just have to posess the gift for sleeping like a log). Anyways, most of what you're doing is waiting around. Very boring. our flight from New York got delayed like 2 hours. therefore, we arrived in Frankfurt (our connecting flight) LATE. and then singapore LATE. and therefore, we cannot take the transfer flight to Kota Kinabalu until 1:35 this afternoon. Right now it's like 8am in the morning, SATURDAY. Prob 8pm friday in the States. So, we are just chillin here in the Singapore international airport. with no money. bored. Ok, here's my sister, Rosa:

hey everyone this is chrysans beloved little sister. How are you. One thing to remember in Singapore: Gum is illegal, a disgrace, SACRILAGE. We're on the free crappy internet with crappy keyboard at the airport. i guess thats it.

OKAY 7 minutes and 30 seconds left!! BYE!!!!!

Leaving America

Aw, it's raining on July 4th. It's okay, though- I didn't really have that many plans today except... more packing and cleaning! So, tomorrow is the big day. We're planning to leave some time in the afternoon. Our plane flight is at 9:20pm. We always fly Singapore Airlines (really good service) and I'll be landing in Singapore sometime Saturday morning. Time Zone skips a whole day when you fly East... I think it'll be Friday night in the States. Anyways, I'm really excited, sad to be leaving, nervous and uncertain... but at least one thing will be 100% sure... definitely have more stories on the way.

From 'M' to 'M' | Back in Po-Town

Despite all the icky showers, bugs, country music, gravy and biscuits for breakfast, I miss Camp HOPE. I have that very odd feeling, a feeling that one only has at the end of summer camp. We've packed, exchanged contacts, and left. And now, there's nothing left but a finale of memories, albeit good ones.

I've made so many new friends and grown closer to many new people, whom I miss them very much. But anyway, I'm back home now, trying to absorb the last few days. I have so much to do before I leave for Malaysia on Thursday. Much packing to do in lieu of another adventure.