Said goodbye to Kristina this morning. There are no more Slovenians now, not until I go visit them. It is a sad day for Xiamen.
I felt much worse this morning, so I spent the day in my room. I finally finished a Chinese movie I’ve been working on, 非诚勿扰 (If You Are the One). I can tell it’s funny (about a guy looking for a wife) but it’s much harder than the other trashy movies I’ve been watching, so I only pick up a third or so of the actual words.
Today is my 10-month anniversary in Xiamen, but I didn’t do much in the way of celebrating. Still, 10 months is a long time, isn’t it? Most study abroad programs are for a semester – and a short one at that – so as far as study abroad goes, this year has been a marathon. I’ve been in Xiamen longer than any of last year’s freshman have been at TU!
I did manage to get to Mass this evening, although the single apple I had eaten left me so weak I thought I was going to faint as I genuflected. Today’s Gospel ended with “手扶着梨儿向后看的，不适于天主的国”, or “He who looks back while his hand is on the plow is not fit for the kingdom of God.” Sweet, I learned the word for ‘plow’! I also caught most of Bishop Cai’s homily and what he said really caused me to think about the things in my life that accompany me on the straight and narrow, and the things that try to make me turn back.
After Mass, I got a mango fruit juice from my favorite juice stand. It had been 5 days since I had tasted something so deliciously flavorful! My stomach felt fine afterwards – but even if not, I decided it was about time my mouth felt good.
I went dancing only because Lester leaves on Tuesday and it was my last chance to dance with him. We did the cha-cha, it was good. I also danced three other songs and didn’t even pass out or anything.
Now I’m back in my room. I ate a banana and apparently not all fruit is okay with my stomach . . . Also, there’s a cockroach in my room and I’m afraid to go to the bathroom because he’s over there. Seriously, though, I’ve seen smaller cats! I considered calling a friend to help me but I don’t like to think of myself as that kind of girl and would hate for others to. So I will just hold it in, I guess, and sleep with eyes open and mouth shut.
The Uruguay-Korea game just finished, 2:1 with Uruguay continuing on. Great way to start off the final round, because that’s exactly the score I predicted! I’m currently 5th out of 10 in the standings of our pool – while it’s true that four of them have been lax in submitting their brackets, I am legitimately beating Diederik. Will wonders never cease?
Update: I woke up at 3:47 a.m., an hour and a half after my alarm was supposed to go off. The US-Ghana game started at 2:30, but my alarm didn’t work and only the faint cheering on TV finally roused me. It was looking like a typical American game – Ghana had scored first, but Donovan’s goal (which caused the cheering) tied the game.
No worries about missing the first hour of the game. I got to watch the last half hour and, when it was still tied, got to experience my first ever overtime football match. It’s kind of intense – they add 30 minutes to the game, which is 1/3 of the original length again!
They worked hard, but lost 2-1 and we’re out of the tournament. I would like to extend a thank you to “the guys”, though: Landon Donovan, Tim Howard, Clint Dempsey, Jozy Altidore, Bocanegra, Bradley, and guy-with-the-long-name. You’re the first American football (well, American soccer?) players I knew and in fact, I learned your names right around the time I found out who Maradona and Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo were. You played well, keeping me invested through four long (one really long!) games, cheering for you all the way. Thanks for your hard work, and maybe I’ll see you on the field in the future?
Especially you, Donovan – you’re cute.