Tuesday, April 24, 2012

"Dancing to My Own Music in the US" published in "Souvenirs".

A few weeks ago, I submitted my piece to "Souvenirs". This magazine is a student run magazine on campus. You can basically write about your experiences abroad. I've always wanted to write something and have had the hopes that it would somehow be published and I thought that since I always write about my experiences here, why not? And Alhamdulillah, it was accepted.

By the way, the title of my piece is "Dancing to My Own Music in the US".

Now I'm more confident that what I write actually do interest people HAHA.

After I read my piece at the Release Party, there was an old guy who came up to me and said, "I liked your piece. The words were simple but the philosophy behind it is very deep."

Although I submitted my piece to the journal, I still feel shy and a little embarrassed if people that I know read it. My writing comes from the heart so it's very honest. I write about what I really think so I think some people may not like it.

The next day, when I attended my Arabic class told me, "I read your piece. It's the sweetest thing."

Another said, "Awwww, that's so cute. You can't assimilate because you don't go to parties."

The first remark was fine. But the second one, I just felt like she just didn't get it.

She probably didn't mean anything bad by it but I felt uneasy. Insecure. For a moment, I felt that I was stupid for actually submitting that.

Oh well, you can't please everyone.

Here's the edited version of my piece:


Before studying in the United States, the images I had of America and its people were strictly based on what the media presented to the world. I read a lot of novels, watched a lot of movies and of course—reality tv. Let’s not forget that another important medium is international news.

You could probably imagine what I initially thought about America. Being a Muslim Malaysian girl who not only practices her faith but also wears the headscarf, I was very nervous thinking about whether or not I could ever feel safe or even happy in America. Thanks to the news, after the September 11th  attacks, I was worried that people would equate Muslims to terrorists.

But to my own amazement, when I arrived in Madison, the experiences I have had are very different-- far different from what I had anticipated.

The first time I walked down State Street, I was expecting people to look at me as if I had a second nose or a third eye, but to my surprise things turned out to be normal. Actually, normal isn’t the right word to describe Madison. I noticed that the people here are extremely nice. They are warm, friendly and very accepting—something which the international news did not emphasize.

I’m not trying to say that my experience in Madison has been smooth sailing—that’s totally far from the truth. Growing up in Kuala Lumpur, I was exposed to life that is rich with diversity. I may be a practicing Muslim but that does not mean I do not hang out with people of different faiths. But I have to admit, it took me some time to get used to America.

Culture shock comes in many shapes and sizes. Most people think that an example of culture shock is feeling depressed and unmotivated because they miss home too much. I thought it was nearly impossible for me to experience culture shock. Little did I know, feeling overwhelmed due to the workload is one of the many forms of culture shock. Coming from a background where homework was to figure out mathematical and scientific equations, I felt as though I had a big rock pressed against my chest when I had to complete three papers in one week. In Malaysia, we did not do much writing, so it explains the reason I had a difficult time adjusting. I remember I used to cry a lot, not because I missed home, but because I could not deal with the stress that I was experiencing.

Putting aside academics, like everyone else, I wanted to fit into American culture. I never lived in the residence halls because I felt it would be easier to live among Malaysians. Since I have been separated from family members, it’s better to live with people who understand where I’m coming from, people who most likely will end up being my backbone while I’m here. Unfortunately I was not able to assimilate into the culture as easily as I thought. Currently I have made good American friends and I am very confident that the friendships will be long lasting. However, I did notice that certain people took the time to appreciate diversity. Sometimes I tried to make conversations with the people next to me, but from their facial expression, you knew they weren’t really interested. It took me awhile to know that if an international student wanted to make friends, they had to go through the right channels. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not blaming Americans, but the issue was probably also coming from me. I see myself as a pretty outgoing person but I will never be accustomed to certain things like parties. I enjoy concerts, music, food, and good company, but going to a place where the room is crowded with people just makes me a little dizzy.

Regardless of how I longed to find a connection, I never felt pressured to enjoy myself the way others did. I somehow knew that there was a place for everyone in Madison, it was just a matter of time.

As time passed I had befriended many people from the most unexpected places. I’ve grown close to my friends that I’ve met through classes. At times I think that we may be totally different people, but our shared interests create a strong bond.  Ironically, the struggle that my friends and I in Arabic class experience together consist of fun and laughter. We’re so diverse in ethnicity, age and ideas that the diversity creates a very interesting environment to be in.


(They took out my conclusion and about my experiences working for VIP). I guess it was too long.  

Here's the original version: http://bebmentoot.blogspot.com/2012/02/dancing-to-my-own-music.html

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Seizing Opportunities

( I took this while I was jogging by the lake )

Currently, I've been spending my days with mom. Going shopping, walking around the lake and just enjoying my free time in Madison. Almost during every break, I spend my time outside of Madison. So it's really actually nice to actually enjoy Madison when I'm not busy.

I enjoy my family members being here in Madison. It's been a while since I've had people accompany me doing the things that I enjoy. Most of the time, I spend doing things alone. Unlike many people, somehow they are able to find people to share it with. But I think I have different interests compared to most people.

I am really enjoying my life here in Madison. I know nothing can compare to home, because that is where my heart truly is. But I have been given the opportunity to study abroad and so I'm seizing every opportunity ahead of me. Some people don't even have an education abroad, therefore I am so thankful that I was able to get a scholarship to pay all my expenses here.

Let's be honest, studying here isn't really easy. I mean, anyone can get good grades. But the harder thing about studying here is assimilating within the new culture. You need to know who you are before you go abroad. You need to know what makes you comfortable. You need to know who your real friends are. You need to be patient. Challenges come in different forms and each one needs to be handled with patience. There's this English idiom/saying about travelers that I've learned in Arabic class:

يحب أن يكون له عينا سقر ليري كل  كل شيء، وأن يكون له أذنا حمار ليسمع كل شيء، وأن يكون له ظهر جمل لتحمل أي 
شيء، وساقا معزة لا تتعبان من المشي، وحقيبتان إحداحما امتلأت بالمال والأخرى بالصبر.

(It is necessary to have eyes like an eagle to see everything and to have ears like a donkey to hear everything, and to have the back like a camel to bear anything, and the legs of a goat so you won't be tired form walking, and 2 bags-- one filled with money and the other with perseverance.)

Nice kan? Although I find the choice of animals a little weird....anyway....

Some may not enjoy their stay abroad but I think that's really sad. Studying abroad can be enriching in so many ways. The experiences that you have is something that you can't learn from books. They're pretty priceless if you ask me :)

We shouldn't complain about what's wrong with our stay in the US. I know our days can be lonely and sometimes our expectations may have been to high, but we should focus on the bigger picture.

Not many people have been given this rezeki :)

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Baked Fish Fillet

Today is the first Saturday of Spring Break (my last Spring Break...)

And my mom told me to cook something easy. Initially she wanted me to cook Fish Florentine, a recipe by Betty Crocker. 

But then since today I didn't have one of the ingredients, I decided that I had to change the recipe. So I did with what I cooked. And surprisingly, it tasted pretty great too, Alhamdulillah :)

The recipe is pretty simple. I took it from Myrecipes.com but I had to change it a little bit.

So here's the recipe:

5 fillets cut into three
1 small tangerine (the original recipe required lemon but I didn't have that)
4 tbl spoons of mayo
8 x 1/4 teaspoons of pepper
1/4 of onion
2 cloves of garlic

Sorry for the not-so-precise measurements. I had to change it and I kinda forgot how much things were used. 

So, I mixed the tangerine juice (crushed it with my hands), mayo, pepper, salt, onions and garlic. Then I slathered that onto the fish. Then I dipped that in breadcrumbs. GENEROUSLY, IN A BAG. After that is done, I placed the fish on my pyrex ( which has already been smeared with oil haha). Once that was done, I drizzled oil onto the fish. Finally, I put the whole thing in an oven as hot as 425 F for like 20 mins. And Wallaaaaa! Out came the dish :)