The Other Side of Down*

Amidst all the kvetching, stressing and moping, amazing things have happened. And since my blogging juice supply is at an all-time low now, I am resorting to posting in parts yet again. Forgive me.

Part One - Had my first Geology exam today in which there were 63 questions to be answered in 50 minutes. How amazing...ly uncool.

Part Two - Received a marvelous package from the cousin sisters. In it were an excellent miniature model of my bedroom back home and a personalized Zhoo-Steen bag stuffed with plane- and SpongeBob-related items. I was rendered speechless and still am every time I stare at them with utmost wonder and joy.

Part Three - Turned 19 in the presence of fabulous food and incredible friends. Almost couldn't believe my eyes -and nose- after I was let out of the room I was trapped in for what felt like hours. The home-cooked nasi lemak was, needless to say, the most satiable meal I have ever had since setting foot on American soil. My frenzied dreams involving nasi lemak can lay to rest now.

Part Four - Life here has been improving tremendously thanks to two dear friends who make everyday a day to look forward to. My roommate has also been sharing my dreaded thoughts about the food at the dining hall. Family and friends back home have been making the effort to keep up with what has been going on over at this end. Cousin sisters have been wonderfully and delightfully thoughtful. There is much to be happy about.

Part Five - I fear that this blog loathes me as much as I loathe myself for abandoning it so often. My non-existent blogging skills have become even more non-existent and I hang my head in shame. I think it must be the whole wheat bread I have been having. That, or the baby carrots.

End of ridiculously pointless post.

*Befitting title of post borrowed from title of new album by The Artist.


N to the L

The United States of America has engulfed me.

Well, that, and numerous other things. Future Justine has been invading the crevices of my mind, demanding that I update this almost-forgotten blog. So here I am doing so, with much guilt and shame.

Since leaving the Beautiful Land of Nasi Lemak, I have:

1. Realized that I have never pronounced my name correctly all this while, Americans cannot understand me more than half the time because of my accent -cue gasp- and Malaysian food is to die for.

2. Left my roommate (unwillingly) for another residence hall only to be left by the new roommate. And now I have a new roommate who left her roommate (willingly). Very complex, see.

3. Visited a splendid supermarket and an outdoor mall. Multiple times.

4. Moped over the non-existence of authentic Asian food...and the overbearing existence of American (shocker!) and Italian food.

5. Held meteorites! Eaten ice-cream as meal replacements! Bought books! Completed a series of secret missions! Wept! Gone ice-blocking! Tried Nutter Butters! Done laundry on my own! Seen USAF officers!

6. Grieved over my brother's departure back to Malaysia to eat nasi lemak, my not being there to celebrate my cousin sister's 19th birthday and food outlets being closed during times I desperately needed them most.

7. Seen God in both the little and big things. Glorious.

It hasn't been easy. But it has been getting better with each day; my thoughts going from "I refuse to face the world -unless food or shower beckons..." to "Will I be having nasi lemak today? How 'bout tomorrow? The next day perhaps? The day after that maybe? Or the day after that day?" I only long for nasi lemak now. And I know that even though the day is not nigh, it will come eventually. So it's all good now.