Halo Amedika !

Epilogue of the first nine

August 12, 2007 · Leave a Comment

It’s nearly seven p.m. and the sky looks like five o’ clock. Have I mentioned how insanely cute the babies here are?

(pics are currently in the kiasu’s Olympus. Explanation in next post. To be updated.)

Maybe it’s because most of them are Caucasians, but seriously, with due respect, they’re the only kind of pets or dolls I would like to call my own.

On a less familial note, the 12 hour difference between Indiana and Malaysia has resulted in interactions with the rare night owls and early birds of the online world. Interestingly, the only time I miss home was when the realization that I’ll be all by myself once my parents are back from Disneyland and gone, sink in.

For 2 minutes.

Before I went and bought an awesome Jimmy John’s sandwich ($4.25! I think! I dunno! I threw the receipt away!) which was served within less than one or two minutes. No, it wasn’t microwaved.

And I love the candy prices here (Hershey’s are everywhere in any form! Some for $1 or less!), so I’m prolly gonna have to get my decay density checked next May.

Medical prices here are insane. Just $100 for consultation, sans medication.

One reason to fly back to Bodoland.

Actually, two reasons: I need my cha kuay teow and wanton noodles. And Sarawak noodles. And bandung. And.

You get the idea.

But otherwise, seems to me that I’ll love the place. Especially once the locals get back from the sunburns.

Maybe I’m still in the honeymoon stage.

Apart from the token black people that I mentioned, I have not met particularly…interesting folks yet. Good lookers are abound though. But they’re usually tall. Like tall tall. Six feet and above tall. And I’m too intimidated to have a crush on any of them. Just yet.

I’ve been walking around, getting to know the place, and absorbing the scenery. Dad found out that, by far, Indiana University Bloomington (IUB) boasts of the most beautiful school landscape, which can rival that of Oxford and Cambridge. A campus city, it is indeed. More photos to come, once the weather here cools a bit more.

And since rumor has it that the terribly exciting events here are the likes of golf, bowling, and pool/snooker, it’s no wonder this campus is known to have party dorms. Namely those right across the street of my supposedly permanent residence.

It’s odd. Because there are quite a number of auditoriums and theaters and music arenas around.

Stomp is coming next February!

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Welcome to Bloomington, Indiana, where the biggest crime is speeding and the cars have no number plates at the front.

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“You won’t get a penalty for guessing, so you may guess. But I suggest you use that option wisely, because you may end up being scheduled to a course you’re not ready for.”

An exam supervisor on the available answering options for the Math Placement Test today (which showed me the amount of math I’ve given back to Ms. Ng in 2005).

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What happened

August 12, 2007 · 4 Comments

9th of August !


Funky bus conductor !

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There’s something about the ‘Open’ sign
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They don’t want you to just eat

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“I believe that people eat when they’re happy,” said Mr. Linderman

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At the point where dying from gluttony seems likely

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The usual winner !

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Goooooo Pizza !

*cue: Captain Planet theme song*

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That which makes one lazier!

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I still have yet to see a ticket on those cars !

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Current lodging !

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Wall art !

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Middle of nowhere (in front of a residence hall) !

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Highlight

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10th of August!


Smiley(s) !

Note to self: Do not trust Portrait setting anymore.

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What most young and hot-blooded locals(?) look like (except taller)

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Quarantine !

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Push it !

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South African Korean in motion !

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The kiasu winning smile !

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Ken Barbie before possible grown up ugliness !

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Falling oddity !

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Convenient indeed !

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Was on the stairs approaching ground floor in the residence hall a bit noisily (thanks to sandals) and nearing the computer room, to notice a black dude (and friend) leaning frontwards to look who’s coming, make a double take, and go “Da-yum” to his friend, before rushing out to make small talk.

Henceforth, I shall cease to wear trousers which hem ends above knee length.

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11th of August!


The cordon bleu of Chocolate, which I shall have for tea tomorrow

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For the fat physically challenged : )

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Got diet?

Total Prevalence of Diabetes in the United States, All Ages, 2005

Total: 20.8 million people—7 percent of the population—have diabetes.

Source: National Diabetes Statistics

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Met the president of the local Malaysian association this morning. He’s currently pursuing a Master (or was it a Ph.D?) in Psychology. Lovely fellow who renewed a sense of patriotism within me with fresh nasi lemak (for breakfast), courtesy of his wife. He drove us round to Target, Krogers, and lunch at another Malaysian family’s apartment.

“The stop signs here are important. As powerful as the traffic light, tau. In Malaysia, kan stop signs kite langgar saje? But here you cannot. Must stop.”

For the first time, I felt embarrassed to note that a Malaysian can’t park a car.

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Home away from home

August 12, 2007 · 3 Comments

Never eat the wanton here. Ever.

I swear it’s like eating a miniscule pao with discounted fluffiness and extra bad flour.

Still, better not take a risk your health insurance would probably never cover.

Just met two fellow Taylor’s ADPians. A Chinese and a Burmese. Brought them to China Buffet.

Wasn’t exactly the best idea. They appointed me to be their chef for healthy cooking.

Meh.

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Orientation was yesterday and it’s only the very first day (of the two weeks)! I’ve moved into a dorm for temporary housing the day before. IU’s Net Access website kept popping up to remind me how I’m no longer a hotel guest and am unable to download copyrighted material solely with free will.

Meh again.

It was only last night that my alco memory figured that I already have my computer network ID and it’s the same shit as the procedure for the Central Authentication Service (it’s like some basic student login) and I’m not even legal enough to drink (here)! (So why o why is my memory still so alco?)

Hence the MIA of nearly 3 days.

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Americans are smart. They give you a pop quiz right after the very boring lecture on immigration and give freebies (i.e. vouchers) for random correct answers!

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So, from the bottom of this massive auditorium, Chris the speaker of the Welcome Note of the undergraduates orientation, someone supposedly very important whose full name I shall attempt to find out again, asked the hall of students the total amount of flight time they took to arrive in the local airport.

“The person who took the most effort will get something special,” Chris tantalized.

I absent-mindedly calculated the amount of time I spent above sea level.

A slender chocolate hand shot up.

“Yes?”

“I came all the way from Calcutta, India, and I took a train to Bombay and then to China…”

She basically took 20.5 hours to arrive at her destination and received strong applause from the audience.

“Wow,” Chris remarked. “That is a long way down here.”

I couldn’t help but to think that I nearly spent more than a day’s worth of time.

“Anybody else would like to top that?”

The crowd stirred slightly. The Westerner in me struggled to break the Asian silence.

Another hand shot up.

“Yes, sir!”

“I took a plane to Sing-ka-por……”

Tidal wave of laughter. Thousands of pupils dilated. Necks craned. Familiar voice.

“…and den from Sing-ka-por I take enoder plane to L.A……took a taxi for two hours.”

I was so amused that I didn’t catch every detail.

“So kiasu. Must either be a Singaporean or Malaysian,” I chuckled to my newfound Korean friend, N.

“That’s about 24 hours! Very impressive!” Chris bobbed his head with approval. The crowd applauded once more and silenced.

Chris looked around the room once more.

“Anybody else would like to top that?”

A frustrated debate whirred in my head.

Shit. What’s the number again? How long did I take?

“Nobody?”

Move it! Say it!

“Well, it seems like we have a winner,” Chris grinned. “And for that effort, you’ve earned yourself two free movie tickets.”

More applause. Some congratulatory laughter. Mixed with voices of appreciation and envy.

When heads finally parted, I caught a glimpse of that victorious voice and identified that very familiar Malaysian face that said hello to the Burmese ADPian and I before he went to sit many rows below us.

At least, I smiled with relief.

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“Home is a place where you’re comfortable with. A place where you can ask questions; where the information won’t be held against you.”

Chris, speaker of the Welcome Note, someone supposedly very important whose full name I shall attempt to find out again

Something Malaysia is not for me and more.

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Dad commented that he felt as if we’ve been around for a very long time.

Interestingly, I wished for more time.

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Stand behind the yellow line

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