My American Experience.

Okay, I actually blogged about part of my american experience before, 

but this genius here (me) had decided to delete all her previous posts and

she had already done it. Hence, I am here to share it once again.

So, what was I doing in America again?

I joined CIEE Work and Travel in USA summer program in the year 2011.

I was working as an admission personnel in a water park,

 in this place called Wildwood in New Jersey.

Well, because all the bad things that had happened to me too often that it sort of blinded me from seeing all the good things around me. So, I couldn't say that it was all bad 

but.....

I do not really like that place. 

like, if you ask me, "Will you ever visit that place again?"

Without a single thought, 

without any hesitation,

I am 100% sure that I will say,

HELL NO.

#1. Americans are racist... 

ok not all but most of them.

not to mention the whole 

CHING CHONG LING LONG PING PONG 

thing

but I got this a lot:

"Welcome to America, speak English"

a blonde woman said that to me

"Hey, cook me my Chinese food"

a black guy said that to me.

So what now?

you want me to teach you how to use the chopsticks?

#2. Americans do not know where Malaysia is.... ok maybe not all of them.

First of all,

Konichiwa is Japanese not Chinese
They never figure it out before telling me to go back to China.

I was like, but umm, I'm Malaysian.

Where's Malaysia?

Here's the problem.

Yes  I do know how to speak Chinese,

and Yes I'm a Chinese

But I'm Malaysian Chinese.

I represent Malaysia, not China.

It's true that I have a very confusing nationality.

Somehow, from what I see, Americans they think that all Asians come from China.

#3. America. Just like the movies.

They drink. and they party hard.

16 years old if you are still a virgin.

Damn there must be something wrong with you.

Not much comment on that. It's a free country yo!

Wildwood, New Jersey. Year:2011

America also made me fat and tanned.

P/s. This post was written based on my experience in Wildwood, New Jersey.

Stay tuned for my next post: My working experience in America.

xoxo,

Jin signing off.

Facts about Russia!

As you know, I am always a traveller - wannabe.

and now I'm in MOTHER RUSSIA!

No, not Moscow, not St Petersburg but Krasnoyarsk.

So people have been asking 

Why? Why Krasnoyarsk?

and my answer is

WHY NOT?

It's Siberia baby!

I had never love a country this much!

Yes, I am falling in love with Russia.

So here are some fun facts about Russia, which are
based on my own personal experience.

Fact #1 Russians do not enjoy eating.
Ok, first of all, they don't eat.
You hardly see them eating, and I am always hungry. 
Sometimes, I just went into some random store to get some food.
In Russia, you eat because you need food to keep you alive!

Nope, I'm not done yet. 
Also, 
Russians they eat so fast. When I say fast, it's really fast.
So on my first day at the camp...
I got my food, found a spot in the dining hall, 
I sat down, had a bite on my food and SUDDENLY,
the kids, standing up, taking their dirty dishes to the kitchen.
*POOF* and disappeared.

I was like WOAH, what on earth is going on?

so I asked my russian friend about it and he said,
"Eating too much is a sin."

and then I thought about my friends in Malaysia, one of them eat 7 meals per day.
Waoh, how sinful is he.

Fact #2 You never know how Russian drivers drive.

Russians told me that there are only 2 problems in Russia:
1. The roads
2. The people

Haha, I burst into laughter when I heard that. 
I was amazed when I figured that the driver's seat in certain cars are on the right 
and some are on the left. 
WOAH, mind blowing isn't it.
ONLY IN RUSSIA

and so I asked one of the Russians, HOW COME?
He said,
"It's because of these Japanese trash!"
[The driver's seat in the Japanese cars are on the right]

and I said, "Oh so you guys are following the Americans huh?"

"NO, no no, the americans are following us!", he replied.

I couldn't help it, I was laughing all the while.

"Look at this Russian shit, they always break down." 
My Russian AIESEC buddy told me how bad the Russian cars are 
and I wonder if they would feel better if they see our Malaysian cars.
HAHAHAHA

So I have concluded that, in mother Russia:
1.The driver's seat can be on the left and right.
2.They have Japanese trash and also Russian shit.
3. No comments about the road. 

Fact #3 Russians like to walk.
So, Russia is largest country in the world.
The definition of the word "near" or the word "close" is very different here.
When a Russian says, "oh it's just nearby" or "it's near"
ask them, "what's the distance?"

They probably gonna surprise you with something like, "oh, it's just 7km away."

Well, a lot of interns from other countries are actually complaining about it.
However, personally, I don't mind walking, 
if I have the time why not?
and it's good for your health.
Also, I enjoy the weather here, 
the summer here has perfect temperature for me!


Fact #4 Russians' tolerance level for cold is beyond god's light.
I am here for AIESEC Global Community Developing Project, so I got to teach in a summer camp which is situated in Olkhon Island, Baikal, the world's deepest lake.
I will do another post about it.
So it's 18 hours train from Krasnoyarsk to Irkutsk,
and another 6 hours bus ride to Olkhon Park  (Ольхон-Парк)

I had a dipped in the lake. 
The water is freezing! FREEZING.

and the russian kids said, "No, it's warm."

MOTHER OF GOD
They are all trained for it.

Fact #5 Russians can be really crazy, sometimes...
Do not mess with them.
Well, this seems a little bit unfair, because crazy people are actually everywhere.

Fact # 6 Russians like to wink
A LOT

I was like are you okay??
Is there something wrong with your eyes?



That's all folks! xoxo, 
Jin, signing off 

The wanderlust life

Alone, I travelled, 
to a foreign place,

where the language I cannot speak,

I meet people, wonderful people from all over the world

with different accents,

Listening to the stories they tell.

and I'd realised

Life is so much more but what can I do?

" The world is a book,
and those who do not travel read only a page"
- Saint Augustine 

Here I am, breathing while my heart's beating.
It is so wonderful to be alive.
no, no doubt at all.

My Malaysian Dad.

Have you ever read this book with the title

Sh*t My Dad Says by Justin Halpern ?
I have to say it is a really nice book to read,
Justin's dad really do say a lot of shit, 
BUT
good shit 
wisdom shit
which actually make sense.

Well, I'm not trying to compare dads, don't get me wrong. 
My dad does take good care of me and he will always try to give me what he thinks the best.

My dad's great. I know.

Yeah and he says a lot of shit.
When I say shit, it means shit.
Real Shit.

Shit like, ohh do you know the sun rises in the east, sets in the west?

Dad,
Wow? Really?
Also,
The sun does not move,
The earth rotates!!


P/s: anyway I still love my dad.

Rule No 1: Mommy is Always right.

Did I ever tell you this rule in my family?

Yeah. This rule.

Rule No 1:

MOMMY IS ALWAYS RIGHT

If mommy is wrong refer to rule no.1
end of story.

You cannot argue,

You cannot speak,

You cannot debate.

Whenever she tells you to do something,

you follow, 

you listen, 

you do what she wants you to do.

So, my to-do-list will always be:

1. Do what mom says.

Since daddy will also listens to mommy most of the time,

Hence, in the end, my to-do list will become:

1. Do what daddy and mommy say.

and you know what?

I'm fucking 22 this year.

and Taylor Swift sings, 
I don't know about you, but I'm feeling twenty-two 

Well, 22 doesn't really sound good to me.

I am never a good writer, never.

I don't know why, but I have decided to write again.

Probably because I need a distraction, just to clear my mind.

I have to admit that I must have changed a lot, when I say a lot,

It's really A LOT.

from a social phobia aka anti-social freak to a socially hyperactive chatterbox. 

OK, Maybe not, I am just over-exaggerating stuff but that transition was not easy.

Wait a minute, 

it seems to be a little off topic, sorry there are too many things in my mind.

Just-so-you-know or if-you-have-realized

I had deleted all my previous posts here, and yes, you may ask, 

why not getting a new blog instead?

Good question! My answer will be ohh, I have decided not to, 

as an economist to-be, 

but my friend would correct it as an economist wannabe,

I JUST DON'T SEE THE POINT.

Just because you are sick of your old stuff, abandone it and getting a new one doesn't really seems right. Yeah, someone else might need the stupid domain name:

Iamnobody-whoareu.blogspot.com

LAME.

Really, lame.

I was once young and naive, thinking that it would be a really cool blog address.

I am Nobody - Wow that's emo and badass.

NAH. NOT TURE.

It is actually a poem written by Emily Dickinson. So don't get me wrong.

GOD DAMIT, I'm off topic again.

Ok, here it goes, I started writing so that my English will not deteriorate.

See, what the hell am I trying to say in the first place,

I'm easily distracted.

TeeHee.

xoxo

P/s. I'm getting a Tumblr!