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Interests: Serving Mother Earth, reading, hiking, running, climbing, backpacking, socializing, watching THE WEST WING...traveling, you name it, I most likely am or at one time, WAS interested in it! Expertise: The Clean Water Act, The West Wing, ICWA, Criminal Law, books by Barbara Kingsolver, other random novels, entertaining others with my random, dramatic interpretations of life... Occupation: Legal Industry: Legal
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| I have a Dutch daughter. She is 3 American days old, but has 18 Dutch years under her belt. My aunt e-mailed me today and asked how motherhood is treating me. "Is it hard to be a mom?" she questioned. It isn’t easy, but the most rewarding things in life rarely are. I am truly enjoying my quasi-motherhood. It is nice to have someone in your life who always comes first. In my relationship with Jason, we have a healthy balance…sometimes we put me first, sometimes we put him first, and sometimes we put us first. When you have a child, the child always comes first. I am very fortunate as Michele is a teenager and able to dress and feed herself and so forth…but it is the same emotional premise – the reliance and dependence is still present, but in a more limited manner in most cases. I didn’t carry her in my womb for 9 months, and I have only known her since Saturday, but I am still so very attached to her and want only the best for her. I want emotional, physical, social, mental, and spiritual stability. I want the teachers and students at school to treat her fairly and to respect and accept her for the lovely individual that she is. I want her to look forward to each day with optimistic anticipation. I want her to look in the mirror and see what I see: intelligence, compassion, wit, charm, beauty, acceptance, open-mindedness. It is strangely (and perhaps selfishly) self-affirming to have a child. I enjoy her seeking my advice and guidance on various things, from food selections to what to wear to school the first day to how to work the shower...it is very sweet, the way that she approaches me with a questioning look. She honestly has been the model child. If my natural children are a fraction as respectful, loving, and kind as she is, I will know that I have done a fine job in their rearing. Every mother should be blessed with a Michele. | | |
| I've read many books in my life that I call "Check Writing Books" because their message is so strong and moving that I want to write a check to their cause. Left to Tell by Immaculee Ilibagiza is one. Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin is another. The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walsl is a third. The sad thing is that one important person in my life has recommended all three...I am hoping that the rest of you have a check writing book to offer! (Especially since I've already pointed you to three! | | |
| Mostly Martha...watched it today...interesting little German flick about a chef...a total and complete chef...She's the best in her city, but being the best came with a price of consumption...her occupation consumes her. She is not Martha the chef who also has friends, family,or pets to love and be loved...nor does she have hobbies, community service groups, or book clubs...she is just a chef. She relates everything to her job. What she does has become who she is...even in therapy, she relates everything to a recipe, an ingredient, a secret cuisine trick...I found myself pitying her for everything I felt she lacked in life and most of all for being completely clueless as to what she's missing. As so often is the case, it takes a tragedy to wake her from her monotonous world...I highly recommend the film as she does eventually find herself, with the help of a sweet 8 year old girl and a rather handsome man. But it made me wonder...when is that point in life when we magically morph into becoming just a chef, attorney, maintenance man, teacher? When does our life become so one dimensional that everything we do, think, & desire is governed by our occupation? Does it sneak up on us and wrap us in aloofness or is it a gradual change? Will we even notice? Did Martha notice or had she always been that way? I met Jason's grandmother two weeks ago. (She was an absolute gem of a person, by the way. The elderly have such a calming effect on me. As she shared stories of her youth, I felt an odd, but genuine connection to her. She's so wise and weathered~she's experienced so much in life...mothered 10 children, lost her high school/life long love...she's just an amazing woman.) In the course of our initial chit chat, she mentioned that none of her grandchildren had married anyone Hispanic and that she worried that heritage would be lost/forgotten in the family. A few moments later she asked me "What are you?" Assuming we were still on the topic of race, I told her that I am Chickasaw and Irish...She said no, "What are you?" I lifted a puzzled eyebrow at her and eventually realized she was asking me what I do. This just makes me wonder more...to the older generation, maybe what you do is what you are. But is it who we are? Maybe overtime, they've found that we can't help but let that 40+ hours of what we do each week slowly become who/what we are. I find myself muttering to myself sometimes...about random lawstuffs...particularly in arguments, but more often when driving. Stupid things...like... "Inadmissible character evidence...that door hasn't been opened yet." "That wasn't discussed in direct, thus cannot be explored in cross." "No jury would buy that argument~come up with something better, Jennifer." "Intent..this will all come down to intent, what was his intent when he..." "That's hearsay, but the declarant is unavailable~I can get it in." Grocery shopping and dining out have become a sea of potential torts and I don't even practice that type of law! I am willing to admit that years of law school training and the daily grindstone activities of my occupation have greatly influenced the person that I've become, but I refuse, I REFUSE to believe that I have somehow grown into "just an attorney." I am a complex, multi-faceted individual and I plan to stay this way. But what if I can't? What if we can't help being what we do? | | |
| Well, I am finally getting around to actually transcribing the numerous thoughts that have been holding my mind captive for sometime now. I'll begin with the bar examination, as many of you have made the mistake of asking about it. I willl be blogging directly from my ever-so-classic handwritten journal, so pay no attention to the fact that it references the bar as though it were merely a few painless hours ago.
July 27, 2006
A few hours ago, I completed the Oklahoma Bar Exam. Now I find myself on a 747, traversing the Pacific Ocean~enroute from San Francisco to Taipei, Taiwain. There is a sweet little girl to my left~she is entertaining the baby directly infront of us. The cooing, going, and gahhing is very soothing to my quasi-tortured soul.
I can say, with reasonable certainty, that I failed the bar examination. It seems as though it was an eternity ago. I find it startling, yet comforting, that I have been so accepting of the situation. Had I passed the bar exam, I would have received a "substantial raise." {Whatever that means}More importantly, however, I would have become a licensed attorney and all of my struggles that I faced in law school would have instantly amounted to more than just a Juris Doctorate.
Disappointed? Of course I am disappointed, but I am not distressed. I find peace in knowing that I did my best and that I will face February's exam with a bit of an edge~wisdom that only the failees possess. The MBE was initially my weakest area~I scored in the bottom 1% the NATION on the Bar-bri Mock MBE just 4 weeks prior to the bar exam. Granted, at that point, I hadn't even looked at an MBE question, much less actually practiced one. I worked VERY hard to increase my MBE score~doing more than 1000 practice questions~rejoicing in the ones I answered correctly and learning from each mistake. I went from answering 30% correctly to 65% correctly. Though a substantial improvement, all my hard work only made me "average." Never in my life have I striven for mediocrity, but I am so proud of myself for what I feel that I accomplished on the multiple choice (MBE) section of the exam.
Of course when one devotes one's energy to the MBE, one risks the possibility of neglecting the equally important essay portion of the exam. The essay portion consists of 16-30 minute essays. A median score of 75 is required to pass this portion of the exam. Each question is divided into 3-4 subparts. I can honestly say that I completely slaughtered 2.5 questions, as well as 3-4 individual subparts of a few others. It is, decidedly and mathematically, impossible for me to have passed the bar.
Initially, I feared I would be shamed into thoughts of depression, or even worse, suicide, but that could not be farther from the truth. Instead of feeling downtrodden and full of despair, I feel rejuvenated and more prepared for February's exam. I know now exactly what I face and I will not repeat my mistake of undervaluing a particular topic or portion of the exam. I know I can do it~I am destined to do great things for my tribe, my community, my state, my nation, and most importantly, my world.
Tis true, a law license is not a pre-requisite for improving one's world, but it is a valuable tool and a rite of passage for someone like myself who has struggled financially, spiritually, and mentally through law school. I am too close to the prize! I have come entirely too far to turn back now! I will, I must, I shall conquer that exam and be sworn into the Oklahoma Bar.
On a much happier though, I am in flight~on my way to an Earthly paradise~from Taipei, I will fly to Bangkok, whereupon I will spend a week exploring Thailand with my good friend, Rich. Rich has been in SE Asia since February and I feel very fortunate to be accompanying such a seasoned traveler.
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In Flight Thai
Keep in mind that this was July 28th...
In less than thirty minutes I shall touch down in Bangkok, Thailand! I am hardly able to contain my excitement! I am certainly glad that Rich will be meeting me outside of Customs. I have a Thai phrasebook, as well as an "In Flight Thai" introductory program uploaded to my i-Pod, however I only began reviewing them Wednesday evening after the bar exam. Thai is a very difficult language! It would be extremely intimidating to enter a country with my current and oh-so-limited knowledge of the language if I were travelling alone.
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I spent four hours in Taipei, Taiwain this morning. They have these neat little kiosks where you can charge your cell phone as you travel~many different connectors so that there's something for everyone...interesting. I am unsure if they provide a quick boost or if people stand there and wait...or go off and leave their phones or what...I have no idea why I care either...I guess you tend to care about many a benign thing when you're stuck in an airport for four hours. I watched and waited, but no one used them.
I ate my first Tawainese dish at the airport~quite tasty! I haven't met any interesting folks yet. I am quite cautious and quiet when I travel alone. I spoke briefly with a family on their way home to Taipei from a vacation in San Francisco~they were completely harmless though. We ladies must be careful when travelling alone, eh!?
There are a TON of Westerners on this flight, as opposed to my SFO to TPE flight whree I was one of three...and the other two were married to Easterners, with whom they were travelling. It doesn't necessarily bother me to be in the very obvious minority. I juts happened to take note that I was receiving "thank yous" from the flight attendants, the rest of the plane was receiving "shieh shiehs." I began using "shieh shieh" with them, too, and ignoring their English~except when presented with food options..."Omelet or oatmeal" isn't easily decipherable in Mandarin!
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My True Day One in Bangkok
Still playing catchup...this was actually July 29th
My True Day One in Bangkok
Well, for the sake of chronology, perhaps I should go back. My plane arrived on time yesterday...Hooray for on time flights!
I have been very impressed with EVA Airlines and intend to use them for all of my SE Asia needs. I had no problems at all in customs and immigration, though the employee laughed at me because I was the only person who actually stopped and read the entire list of items necessary to declare. I had brought a small bottle of Knobhill Bourbon for Rich and didn't want to go to jail for my lack of knowledge of Thailand's rules and regulations. (I know, I know~I've seen too many Hollywood flicks about Thai prisons!)
Rich met me outside, just as we'd planned. I was so happy to see him! Bangkok can be a very intimidating city if you face it alone for the first time! WE took a 45 minute taxi ride to the backpacker's district of Bangkok. Rich had made reservations in a fairly Westernized hotel/guesthouse for my first night so that I could let my body and mind adjust to the time change and new environment. It has two twin beds, a TV we never used, air-conditioning, a private bath, and hot water...these are very nice accomodations for SE Asia on a shoestring. We stayed at Thai Cozy House. It is 700 baht (or about $20) per night, which also includes breakfast. Not bad, eh?
I took a short nap once we arrived. Then we ventured out into our neighborhood. We ate at an absolutely fabulous Indian place...perhaps the best palaak paneer and garlic nan that I've had in my entire life! For both of us, food and drink, it was only about 450 baht ($12)...that included beer, coffee, water, break, rice, samosas, and two entrees. Not bad at all!
I then tried to call Lillian, but my efforts went straight to voicemail. We turned in early, around 9:30 or so...I was naseated. I woke up around 10:30 to vomit and I was terrified that I had caught something awful, thus ruining my entire trip. Luckily, as if often the case, purging the toxins from my body was all I really needed. I surfaced feeling refreshed. I woke up at 2 a.m. and forced myself to toss and turn until falling asleep again around 3. I then slept soundly until 7. We woke, showered, and enjoyed our free breakfast.
Today I visited Wat Pho~home to the famous Reclining Buddha. In a word: Amazing. I know I tend to exaggerate at times and I wish that weren't the case because it tends to mitigate the true magnitude of the honestly amazing thigns that I do see in life. This was definitely one of them! I also saw the old palace as well as a tweakwood mansion where King Rama IV (?) {I'll have to check my facts later} lived from 1901-1906. I rode on a water taxi and a tuk tuk for the first time. Tuk tuks are these interesting little motorcycle/golf cart combinations that are used as a less expensive alternative to a taxi cab here.
A few things that I found notable are:
~The Thai are more concerned with women covering their shoulders than their breasts when entering a Wat or place of royal stature. I had to twice "borrow" shirts for the wats AND the mansion today, even though I was in a very modest tank top. Yet other women with sleeves, albeit showing several inches of cleavage, were admitted with no problem at all. To "borrow" an item of clothing, you leave your name and a 100-200 baht deposit. Upon return of the item, your money is returned to you.
~Traditionally Thai children wear their hair long and in a knot on the top of their head, with the underlying area shaven. This knot is believed to protect them from evil spirits. Upon the female age of 11 and the male age of 13, the "Top Knot Cutting Ceremony" takes place to mark the child's entrance to adulthood. {Further evidence that females mature more quickly than males. }
~It is highly disrespectful to point your feet toward a statue of Buddha in a Wat.
~Buddhas are often dressed differently according to the seasons...Cold, Hot, and Monsoon. Speaking of, I saw the famous Emerald Buddha today...gorgeous doesn't do it justice.
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Sunday is a Day of Rest
July 30, 2006
Today we moved to a less expensive, yet surprisingly larger, guesthouse. I like it more, though it doesn't include the free breakfast. Today was a lazy day. Our new accomodations include satellite TV, with several American channels. One of Rich's favorite shows, Battlestar Galactica (or something), was a marathon feature on Showtime today. We watched about 5 episodes~I knew it would be interesting, because Rich isn't the type of person who spends that much time in front of the tv...I'll have to tune in once I return to the States.
I had my first genuine Thai massage today~herbal compress style...once I got past the initial awkwardness of feeling so exposed, it was heavenly. (You're stripped down to your underoos in a room full of other massagees who are also in their underoos, as well as the masseuses who are fully clothed...lucky fellas!)
We then went to dinner at Cabbages and Condoms~excellent Thai food~possibly the best I've ever eaten! All of the proceeds go to the Population and Community Development Association...a worthwhile cause.
Must get some sleep for now...I finally caught up with Jason today...though speaking with him only made me miss him more, it was wonderful to hear his chipper little voice. One of the best feelings in the world is picking up the phone to call someone you care about and actually being able to hear that the feeling is mutual in their voice the moment they hear your own...if that makes any sense.
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Thursday, August 03, 2006
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Comfort Levels Category: Friends
It is interesting how comfort levels differ in our lives...I have certain people in my life, with whom I have been friends for years...yet I would never enter their home, remove my shoes, and automatically curl my feet beneath me (what I always do) as I sit upon their couch. Yet with Hamoon and Govin, people with whom I only shared one Canadian semester, that is not the case at all.
I felt instantly at home in their home...because we are just that close. When Hamoon said make yourself at home~eat, drink, watch whatever you want...I actually did...whereas with other people, I would politely nod and smile, thanking them for their hospitality...I love knowing that some friendships, though they were cultivated in only four months, are so strong that little things, like living on the other side of the world and only seeing one another once every two years, don't affect them at all.
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Bridges, Elephants, and Trains Category: Travel and Places
Returning to my journal entries
July 31, 2006
Today we visited the site of the infamous Bridge of the River Kwai. After a 2 hour minibus ride with 2 Dutchmen, 1 Korean, 3 French, 1 Thai, 3 South Africans, and of course, Rich, my fellow American, we arrived at Kanchanburi around 9:30 am. Our first stop was the KanchanburiWar Cemetery. Buried there are bodies of WWII POWs and soldiers. It is a Christian cemetery, as mostly Austrailians, Swedes, Brits, etc. are there.
Our next stop was the Jeath War Museummy first experience with a non-royal Thai museum was interestingDecidedly, the museum was curiously strange. I'll try to follow up with that more later. We'll just say that museums here value different things than the museums to which I am accustomednot that it is better or worsejust different.
We then walked the sorrowful bridgeWhile doing so, I tried to imagine the 115,000+ people, civilians, and POWs who died in its construction. Railroad engineers estimated that it would take 60 months to complete the project, yet the laborers were forced to do it in only 16! That is absolutely inconceivable to me.
Now, as I write, I sit beneath a waterfall whose beauty is only bested its serenity. In moments like these, despite the tiny spiders that continuously cover my bare arms and legs, I feel as though I am the luckiest woman alive.
I just demounted an elephant! FOR FREE! We took a little 30 minute rideRich and I were offered the option when we booked our package yesterday, but both refused, because we had already ridden on elephants in the past. Watching our baht, we didn't want to incur the additional cost. At the close of the ride, we were offered a photo for 100 baht, which I gladly bought, as we didn't pay anything for the ride itselfAND because my borrowed camera had run out of storage space! J
The little French family is absolutely adorable. I was hesitant to speak to them initially because my French is so deteriorated, but once we began to converse, it was wonderfully free flowing. If I passed the bar exam, which is doubtful, but IF, then I can't wait to get back into my French studies. It is a language that I truly love. Thai, is very challengingon one hand, I hate its difficulty, but on the other, I embrace it, as each phrase feels like a minor battle victory in the long-time war.
After the elephant rides, we trekked to the train station, where I met some locals~a mother and daughter~who actually complimented me on my efforts at broken Thai. Thought the mother spoke no English, I was able to effectively communicate with hermy efforts were confirmed by her daughter, who spoke minimal English. J Full of confidence, I went with the rest of the group to attempt to purchase tickets from a non-English speaking man. With the assistance of my "In Flight Thai-At the Train Station" section, I as able to talk to another local man and get the information we neededHooray! (The truly small victories make me such a happy girl!)
We had a marvelous trainride through the Thai country side, just beautiful! Breathtaking views were around every bendSome of the tracks were hugging the mountains so closely that Rich actually reached out the window and touched them. It was so amazing that it made me rethink my decision to fly from Bangkok to Penang. I am now taking the 22 hour trainride instead!
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Just a few quick thoughts Category: Travel and Places
August 1, 2006
I have had a superb day. I really feel confident being alone in Bangkok now and its a good thing, too! Rich leaves for the islands this evening. I really appreciate him hanging out in Bangkok with meits been incredible!
I could not sleep this morning, so at 6:30, I quietly left our room. I called Jason (he's such a dependable breath of fresh air) and I checked my e-mail only to discover there are no earlier flights available. Part of me, professional, super-ambitious Jennifer, was upset to have learned thisbut the wanderlust side of me jumped for joy, as I will now have time to squeeze in a visit to Singapore. Amelia will be pleased. J
I then leisurely roamed the neighborhood I've grown to adore. When I think of my initial reaction to Bangkok~dirty, polluted, crowded, smelly~I scold myself! Bangkok is all of those things, but my perceptions of them were completely wrong. The smells are a combination of all the different things that go on in everyday Thai lifecooking on the corners, burning incense offerings, and such. It isn't smelly, it just has a particular aroma about it. Of course, it is polluted and crowdedbut what major city isn't!?!
Besides, Bangkok is so much more than all of these things. It is a symbol of perseverance and strength. The Thai people have been conquered and overtaken so many times, yet they always find a way to rise up and bounce back~stronger and wiser each time~we can all learn a lesson from this. Bangkok is home to the King of Thailand, one figure in a royal system that I find outdated, yet can't help but adore. He truly loves his country and his ruling reflects this.
The people have a very friendly, yet cautious demeanor about them. They are kind and helpful to the tourists who invade their country. They are quick to use English for the tourists' convenience, though it is we tourists who should be using Thai. If a group of tourists visited the US without speaking English, many people would make comments like "If you can't speak the language, leaveetc, etc." They would rather see the tourists leave, rather than have them feed our country's ailing economy. With the Thai, it is just the opposite. They embrace the farang (foreigner)I am so glad I made this trip.
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Leaving Bangkok for Penang, Malaysia Category: Travel and Places
August 2nd
Well, I survived my first night alone in SE Asia. J Rich left for Kho Phan Ngan last night. It was a bittersweet departure. I think I was beginning to wear on him, as I can be a bit overwhelming at times. I tried to be mello Jennifer around him instead of normal, overexcited, hyperactive Jennifer. Nevertheless, I felt a very intense, however momentary, sadness to see him go. I did not weep, though I warned him of the possibility. I tried to explain to him that it wouldn't necessarily be because I was sad. He cut me off and said I needn't explain~not everything can be explained.
This is not a proper statement to declare in the presence of a soon to be lawyer! I've been trained in the art of explanation~even when it comes to arbitrary things, like emotions! Though it may be a time consuming and extremely frustrating process, I think it is imperative that we know what we're feeling and why. We may now know when it began or how to stop it, but the what and why are definitely masterable in most instances.
ANYWAY
Soi Rambutri, between the hours of 6:30 and 7:30 am is my absolute favorite time to be on this usually overcrowded, noisy street. In the early morning hours, I do not have it all to myself. I share it with peaceful early morning folk who are similarly situated. There are backpackers, fresh off of minibuses, trains, and planesshopkeepers and restaurant owners, busily preparing for the breakfast crowdan occasional stray pup, and the ever present tuk tuk driver. The street is relatively quiet, especially by Bangkok standards. I only wish I had discovered this calm before the storm earlier in my stay. Today is my second day to bask in the serenity of early mornings here. Should I choose to return to Thailand (and I definitely will!), I will be on notice.
This morning, I roamed aimlessly beyond my comfort zone. I strolled through impoverished neighborhoodsand the idealist in me cried out "Stop, Jennifer! Help these people! Twenty American dollars could feed the entire neighborhood all three meals today!"
Unfortunately, the realist in me seems to conquer the resident idealist a little more each day. "Keep walkingkeep your head downwatch for motorcyclists who drive too close. Don't forget, you're on razor artist code red, too. Feeding them won't do any good, Jennifer, you've got to teach them to feed themselvesnot time for that though, you have to catch a train this afternoon. It isn't your problem." With a sigh of defeat, my Idealism retreats to his corner, hoping to save his strength for another day
When did I become this person? What happened to the girl who always chose peopleeven when it didn't make sense? When did I start cautiously and continuously weighing options before making decisions?
My biggest fear in life is that I'll wake up one day to discover I have become a Republican. I won't immediately know how or when it happened, but I'll be able to retrace the process. I won't know how to return to my well rounded, liberal, worldly way of thinking. I know I'll never be socially conservative. I am WAY too left field for that, but it is my fiscal conservatism that gives me pause. I've always been a bit of a spendthrift and I am beginning to think that our government's spending should mirror my own. Why should government agencies have cable and constant AC, when I don't enjoy the same luxuries in my own home?
I suppose it is a matter of choice, somewhat. I pick and choose where to spend my money. I'd rather go all spring and summer with my thermostat set to 82 (when I actually turn it on) and I'd rather wear extra layers in the winter, instead of turning up the heatand I'll do without cable and internet ALL year if it means I can spend 3 weeks in SE Asia!
I can understandand I do respect the fact that not everyone shares my spending values and desire to see the worldbut they have no right to label me or disrespect my wishes, either! Turn off your tv, turn off your air, and go somewhere!
Only one hour until I board the train to Penang! Hooray! 22 hours of me, my thoughts, my books, and the beautiful Thailand landscape!
Later, on the train
SE Asia trainrides are very interesting. You buy a ticket, classes 1-3. First class is a private cabin, which I happen to believe, cheapens the experience, but costs more. Second class is a huge shared car. Second class is split into two groups, lower and upper~referring to which sleeping quarter will be yours. The lower quarters are wider and cost 90 baht moreAND you get to look out the window the entire ride. The funny thing is that you share the lower area until the beds are made up by the train steward. I was lucky to have a nice Korean boy as a seatmate. He is traveling with 3 school teachers and another student. We performed card tricks and talked the whole way, sharing food and stories. My seatmate studies music at university and is a pianist.
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Trains, Penang, and Kooks Category: Travel and Places
August 3rd
This morning I had breakfast in bed as I watched the Thailand sunrise. In less than 8 hours, I will be reunited with my Hamoon and Govin!
Around 9:30 am, we crossed the Thailand/Malaysian border and accordingly, stopped to go through customs. I became a bit alarmed when I saw a sign stating that no animals or birds, or their products (meat, skin, eggs, feathers, bones) may be brought into Malaysia without a permit. This offense is punishable by up to 2 years imprisonment and 5000 ringgit. Instantly alarmed and feeling very criminal, I surveyed the room for a disposal bin to be my savior. There were none. L
I approached a Thai guard and showed him the incriminating evidence, asking him to throw it away for me. His blank stare alternated between my pleading eyes and my still sealed bag of Sam's Choice beef jerkey. Frustrated, he walked away. "But it's cow!" I called after him. I reluctantly continued on thru Thai deporting protocolthinking "What does he care!?! He won't go to jail or into debt. It isn't even his country's law!"
A small child, a girl, smiled back at me from the front of the line. She was missing two front teeth. Though I was in a dire situation, I couldn't help but return the gesture. J It made things a little better. Children fix everything!
I then noticed a Malaysian guard. I quickly captured his attention and explained the situation. He looked to the left. He looked to the right. He looked slyly at me, patted my hand, and discreetly told me to put it in my bag. "But" My objection only yielded one word. He shook his head no and said "put it in your bag," pointing at my green travel sac. With a sigh of defeat, I complied. Of course my paranoid mind has now jumped beyond the 5 years imprisonment to thoughts of entrapment. I am convinced I'm being set up. Nevertheless, I pause, ponder, and finally check the "Nothing to declare" box on my customs statement. I walk from the first customs officer to the second who looks me over. I suppose he quickly sums me up as a harmless American girl. He waves me through. I cautiously walk, counting the steps toward the trainmy freedom. I am expecting to be tackled any moment for my illegal beef jerky. I wasn't. I successfully, though initially unintentionally, smuggled goods into Malaysia. What a way to begin a visit!
That same little toothless girl later approached me. She strolled right up to my seat and made herself at home. She smiled. I smiled. Then she began talkingand didn't stop until her mother pried her away from me. Each time her mother collected her, she would find a way to come back to merinse and repeatfor 3 hours.
"I am Alishba." She informed me. We instantly became friends. I have no idea what it was that drew her to me, though later her mother told me that she likes "fair skinned, English speaking people." Several other people tried to approach her and she would have none of their nonsense. Alishba is 6. She speaks English and Sindhi. She is Muslim and assumed that I was the same. This, of course, launched me into lecture mode, explaining that everyone is different and that is what makes us interesting, this is how we learn, etc.
She was so charming, with her limited Thai, she reluctantly said hello to my Korean seatmates. I explained to her that they were Korean, from KOREAshe continued with her sah wah dee kahswai-ing them all the time. I still chuckle as I think of her.
She asked me to call her and gave me her phone number, "35." She then named eight people, one of whom was me. She said only these eight friends may call her. AwwI named eight people, then paused for the longest time, finally ending with her name as the ninth. She was patient, expectant, as I played this game with her..but once I listed her as a friend, she beamed with delight. Children are such amazing little people.
Over the course of 3 hours, this child and I discussed religion, world leaders, manners, music, friends, family, and futures. I gave her a US dollar. She asked about George Washington. I told her that most people put live leaders on their money, but that America or "Merika" as she calls it, puts dead Presidents on ours. She got a big kick out of the word dead and repeated it several times. Children are odd.
Hamoon met me at the train station. I WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE HIM! It had been 1.5 years! I think we hugged 10 times! We drove from Butterworth to the island and I had my first Malaysian lunch. It was great!
Hamoon's apartment is in a gorgeous complex. It has a gym, sauna, pools, waterslides, tennis courts, everything! They have a 3 bedroom apartment with satellite tv, air con in 2 rooms, and a washerall for $200 per month! I should move here!
Later that night, we went to a lecture given by Yvonne Ridley, a British journalist who was captured by the Taliban and later converted to Islam. She was a bit of a kook. She was an excellent storyteller, though she lost me when her lecture turned into an altar call for Islam. "Allah's Army" this and thatargh! Allah's servants, Alla's peopleanything but Allah's Army..come on, lady! Your faith is supposed to be one of peace! Sheesh.
In the West, we are taught that Islam is good, but that the Taliban are bad because they are fundamentaliststypically fundamentalism of any type is bad. Instead of keeping with that theme that the Taliban are not a proper cross-section of Islam as a whole, Ms. Ridley purported to say that the Taliban aren't the evil beings that the world has made them out to be. Apparently, by sparing her life, they made her insane. Granted this was in October/November of 2001, before video footage of the decapitations, etcUpon her release, Ridley converted to Islam. She blamed the dilution of Islam on America, Britain, and Bollywood. Bollywood! Of all thingsI'm not even going to go therebut placing the blame on everyone else is not going to do any good if you do not accept some of it yourself. A kook, I say! A kook indeed.
After the lecture, I had my first Malaysian dinnerat 11 pm! They eat very late here. Teesha and Waiza went with us. Teesha is the daughter of the Malaysian Ambassador to Japan and Waiza's father is a member of Parliament in IndonesiaWow! This made for very interesting conversation!
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