accents

Okay, one thing about going to a new country.

THE ACCENT ZOMG.

It is such a pain. Honestly, I think I do it pretty well on some days....

New Friend: Wait, you're from Malaysia? So you went to school there?
Me: (in my head: UHHH damn obviousssss) Yeah! :)
New Friend: Wow. Your english is reallyyyyyy gooooood..........
Me: Thank you! (fireworks go off in my head, YESSSSS YAY PHONETIC SUCCESSSSSS I AM AWESOME)

But some days, I am sooooo crap at it. My tongue gets all tied up, then I get nervous and pronounce things all wrongly, and start stuttering....
And it's all gradual! I'd start out normal, then they'd see me progress into this strange quivering girl, flinging her arms about trying to get words across, getting all her grammar wrong.... shifty eyes shifty eyes..... SO AWKWARD.

I was so comfortable around Jing Yong just because he's malaysian and he understands how it's perfectly normal for someone to just stand there giggling non-stop (for no apparent reason) after consuming ice-cream (and only ice-cream) for dinner.

PEANUTS, RAISINS, SPRINKLES, HERSHEY'S SYRUP, WAFER CONE

I really needed to consume dairy products that night, in my defense. Dairyyyyyy. Tryptophan. But oh my GOSH I felt so good doing that. I totally missed having a pointless laughing fit. I missed that SO much. That was SO awesome.

I spent the first month in college eating alone. And I really enjoyed it. There are some people I know who find that dining alone is one of the most massive challenges about moving to a new city and a new school, and they get so depressed just cuz of the fact that they're all alone. It was normal to me though, not in a loner kind of way, but I don't know, I kinda like eating alone sometimes.
I like shopping alone.
I like being alone.
But obviously not all the time.
Obviously.
Anyway, but in the first month, I found that eating with other people is very good because it just stops you from overeating. Especially when you're one-to-one (omggg shoot crap crap time to pull off new accent WITH BROCCOLI IN TEETH) with cute senior american guys (who were orientation leaders, it was totally not because of my "charm" HAH), you end up nibbling delicately on your penne pasta. Piece by piece. Like how Weng Sum used to eat 'loh shi fun' one by one, nibble by nibble....

Exactly like that. Wow. I wonder if they thought I was weird, like how I totally poked fun at Weng Sum for doing that.

HAHA. O.o

Anyway.

Accents. Sigh, accents.