Priceless

The smile on a friend's face for a tiny something that I parted with was priceless.
What exactly do I expect in return, everytime I give?
Do I expect a reciprocal gift? Do I calculate my yield every time?
Life would be so tiring...

Any gift in return should be a very unexpected but sweet surprise. I had one today, fortuitously.

What exactly am I longing for on every birthday? When an earnest wish, that needed no reminder is already the greatest gift that I can hope for. Even the reminded ones' kind regards of me, for a few seconds, should be cherished.

Our lives are so saturated with stuffs...

Therefore, I really appreciate you guys taking this moment, to know what's up with me, and to wish me a happy day annually.

I wish I could have spared more of my tiny mind to remember all your birthdays, but I missed a lot of you...and facebook is not my daily routine. So, I shall wish all of you "Happy Today and Everyday of your life"

As they say, we should make each day count.




Another year older

Yup, another year older, yet none the wiser.

Fate has been kind, although I am alone in a foreign land, I was not alone on my 22nd birthday (relishing the privilege to admit my age that might be lost soon). My lovely sister has flown all the way from Ohio to celebrate my birthday.... and leech of me for a couple of weeks in summer.

So, my day started off as a mundane work day. But my awesome co-interns joined me in trying out exotic Thai food in Thai Basil Restaurant(famous for great lunch specials, my choice) and gave me a surprise gift (cute card and a Cheesecake Factory gift card). It was fun to see some of them trying out Thai food for the first time in their lives. Life is an adventure every day, indeed.

Then, met up with SueYen (traveled 45 minutes from Brandeis), my sister and my housemates to go for a huge Italian dinner at Maggiano's Little Italy. Great food, great atmosphere, humungous portions, and the waitress added candles to our Tiramisu. Got flowers, and clutch bag from me sister as gifts. The whole gang went to North Station to see SueYen off her 10.50pm train. Played "Guess what I am thinking of" for the whole waiting time. Really miss playing random board games...

Ended my day with a second "cake-cutting" ceremony, with a cute house-fragrance-candle substitute and a fruit pie.

By the way, I had another very be-earlied birthday gift from Malaysia, thanks SuPeng!

Well, what do you know, life is full of surprises. I only pray that with age, I gain better skills to handle these surprises.


College education abroad Sequel

Actual scenario in my school (not representative of the entire college population *ahem*)

Myth 1: One would be reading books as thick as the encyclopedia, in Hogwarts-like libraries
Fact: Readings assigned in some classes, but not required. Some libraries are old and grand with sky-high ceilings while some are very modern and packed with chatty college students discussing group projects with the rest of library visitors.

Myth 2: Or doing scientific (images of colorful beakers/test tubes) experiments in huge labs with long glass windows.
Fact: Only lab classes involve scientific experiments. Labs are dark dungeon-like buildings with safety apparatus (where one can wash their eyes in emergency chemical accidents) that looks like a torture device set up in every 1.5 meter of the hallways.

Myth 3: talking to wise, old, bearded professors
Fact: Bearded professors do exist, but very very rarely. I had one that is a Santa Clause with a black beard, giving out energy bars/candies in every single probability class.

Professors here one of their own kind. Some are avid cyclists with killer exams and knife-sharp explanations, some make talking in a foreign language a least awkward practice, some make the lecture hall look like a 5 star hotel, some gives the students the opportunity to better utilize class time...elsewhere, while some makes you doubt your choice of major/mental capabilities, while some gives you the lens to look at the world in an entire different light, and some trains you to comprehend accents from different corners of the globe.

Myth 4:having intelligent conversations with students of diverse backgrounds (where many are diligent part-time students who had to work to pay for tuition), meeting Americans who are always warm and caring, while some Mean-girls drama would happen in the background.
Fact: Students here are very diverse, indeed. And a few of them actually do work to pay their own tuition (but no intl student can do that since no financial aid is available and out of state tuition too expensive for that option). Intelligent conversations, yup, about sh*t, s*x, life, dreams, where to eat, with my gang. "Intelligent" conversations about the latest brands were common among the well-privileged (as in able to afford $18K a semester). Warm and caring Americans I met, distant, foreigners-allergic ones I've seen too. Mean-girls are exaggerated, people here are a lot more matured for these dramas. Nevertheless, drama is always around where female beings are, but my radar are usually oblivious to those.

Myth 5: The campus will be as beautiful as an ancient castle-like structure with large gardens/forests surrounding it.
Fact: Different schools have different landscape. Some city schools are too small for any greenery. Castle-like colleges I've haven't seen. But a sprawling school it is, my beloved U of M. Nope, no forbidden forest, just an arboretum (small forest/with plains) near campus.












College education

Continued musings about obtaining tertiary education in United States a.k.a Studying Abroad...

From all the media exposure about the U.S lifestyle and culture, I have always imagined that studying abroad would be a dream-like experience where:

One would be reading books as thick as the encyclopedia, in Hogwarts-like libraries;
Or doing scientific (images of colorful beakers/test tubes) experiments in huge labs with long glass windows; talking to wise, old, bearded professors, having intelligent conversations with students of diverse backgrounds (where many are diligent part-time students who had to work to pay for tuition), meeting Americans who are always warm and caring, while some Mean-girls drama would happen in the background, and the campus will be as beautiful as an ancient castle-like structure with large gardens/forests surrounding it.

Let's guess which of these are at least half-true. Comments welcomed!

-To be continued

Privileged

How can I justify this? Who should decide how this endowment is distributed...
I doubt my previous karma or accomplishments is worthy of this.

This extraordinary privilege and fortune, to study in an expensive, prestigious university without paying a single penny, alongside with the nicest, warmest friends.

Read a friend's blog post about her disappointment when she reflected upon her unachieved aspirations to study abroad. She was just one A1 away from the perfect grades that was supposed to guarantee her a scholarship. While others with different grades (many less than perfect) was awarded with the scholarship, none of us could question the allocation.

Was it fair? Perhaps the world is never a fair place, reality is never pretty. Or maybe God has other plans for our different talents.

Nevertheless, every road leads to Rome.
I am sure the Lord will guide us in finding our true calling and make the best of His plans for us.

However, I do believe that I have an obligation as one of the 'fortunate' ones to live out the dream that hundreds had aspired but lack the luck to achieve.

We will never be able to justify any lack of initiative, slipshod attitude to our academics, any lack of appreciation towards what we are endowed with, any complaints of the lack of further luxury, or that moment of thinking: "Well, I can just take a break and chill for now, college is all about having fun.", or that moment of cowardness/tardiness when opportunities arise.

Just think about what another person who would give everything just to be in your shoes, what would that person do, given all the privileges that you have now?

What wouldn't an orphan in Africa give to hear his/her parents' voice?
What wouldn't a child in rural China give to learn the mathematics class that you abhorred?
What wouldn't a blind person give just to see the sunrise?

Lord, guide us all with your love.
The world is too distracting.



July 4th Recap

Island Hopper Cape Cod Lobster
Sergeant Peppers and Us Freedom Trail with guides that we didn't follow


Highlights of my July 4th in BoStOn 2009

Thursday, July 2nd: Shopping from Prudential till Newbury, great deals, great company! Tapas and drinks on Newbury(*^-^*) followed by prawn mee in Penang.

Friday, July 3rd: Freedom Trail, great weather, ancient buildings, tiring walk. First lobster tasting in Union Oyster House, first seafood restaurant in New England. First reunion with SueYen.

Saturday, July 4th: Ferry to Province Town, Cape Cod, a breathtaking beachside vacation town. A lot of topless beach goers and nice seafood restaurants. Had to run to catch the ferry back after a heavy lobster lunch. Dinner @ Indian restaurant and watched 40-minute fireworks by Charles River. Played 4-syllable word-make-up game while waiting.

Sunday, July 5th: Whale watching cruise, saw a Mickey whale did a bridge (a super rare occurrence that is hardly seen in 20 years, according to the guide) and around 6 other whale sightings. Basically looking out the horizon to spot dark shapes moving in the waters, jets of air coming from their breathes, and occasion sweeps of whale tails.

Went to Otis House Museum, a colonial building that was moved back 100 feet by man power during official road construction.

Conquered 5-Wits Tomb of the Pharaoh with 8 other explorers. It was a mind boggling and nerve wrecking adventure, indeeeed.

Had the best Italian food in Giacommo Ristorante after a 50-minute wait in the lines. Lobster Raviolli and Shrimp Pasta amazed us both. Grabbed gelato and Italian pastries at Mike's Pastry (Boston's most visited bakery)

Monday, July 6th: Boston Duck Tours, a guided tour around Boston on an Amphibian vehicle, a half ferry-half bus. Hilarious tour guide Sergeant Peppers(a Lennon look-alike) even allowed us to drive the Duck on Charles River, which was a dangerous decision viewing that I can crash into anything physical in front.

Sailed on a Liberty Fleet Tall ship where the Boston Tea Party was "reenacted"- a historical event where Bostonians dumped tea leaves into the sea in objection to the outrageous taxes imposed on tea leaves by the British king. The strings binding tea leaves went loose and crew had to "rescue" the tea leaves, which everyone on the ship was anxiously spectating.

Visited New England Aquarium, where penguins roam free and jelly fishes glowed.
Had ice cream at Emerck and JP Licks, the two local ice-cream chains.
Had dinner at Island Hopper -M'sia, Thai, Chinese restaurant. Pricey and tasty.

My first vacation, in the summer.
Memorable and short-lived, just like the meteor shower we saw.





Impact

Today, a huge meteor impacted my world. My darling Miss Violetcraze has touched down in Boston to wreak further havoc.

First stop, Xi3 Lin2 Men2 (Happiness arriving at your door) DimSum restaurant, with my housemate and hundreds of other consumers.

Under some shopaholic's virus' influence, we shopped from 1pm to 7pm, until our legs called us to stop at a Spanish bar on Newbury street. The $5 tapas all night sign did her magic too.

So, two cute girls settled at the bar, asked for some recommendations from a very cute bartender, and ordered 2 tapas - garlic shrimp and omelette espagniola, and a "fire margarita".

The "fire margarita" earned her reputation, it was very very spicy, spicier than the Yeok Gea Jung(Korean spicy hotpot dish) that Sueyen and I had in Allston last week (which was cautioned against by a Korean waitor who tried to verify my identity as a Korean to make sure that we had the spiciness tolerance). I had to eat half a piece of bread with each sip, very bad recommendation (-.-|||)

To avoid overconsumption of bread, smart me thought of drinking the spicy sh*t in large gulps to minimize oral torment, which, coupled with my hunger, caused the alcohol to shoot straight up to my head. It was the first time I felt tipsy without even finishing my first drink.

Then after stuffing myself with more bread and food, having a fun time catching up with Miss Violet, and reenacted my giggling phase for a few minutes, we left the bar, very soberly, to our next stop, Penang.

We ate prawn noodles, which was amazing, and an obligated side order of Penang Satay Tofu - Fried Tofu with Pasambur sauce and cucumber (minimum $8 order per head ==).

Then a night's rest before our quest to conquer the Freedom Trail.