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This event tomorrow is another one off my bucket list following the Mob Dance last year.

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WHY I JOINED
1. Its on my bucket list- I have no plans of publishing my official list until I complete each. Its a long list of things (mostly does not involve spending) I want to do before I get hitched IF I ever did, haha!
2. I need a boost to my fitness regime- I have my own routine of triple laps I do around the condo complex. Its fluctuating and its could really use some challenge from outside since I am doing it by my lonesome.
3. I want the shirt! Well, the fun run shirt is still part of the boost I need. It cost me over 500 baht to join but the shirt will really make it worth the bucks.
4. Its for a cause- the attached link below has all the details of the fun run objective- for the orphans.
5. Its very accessible- when I found out about the event, I only googled it and found everything I needed and answers to all my questions. Their online registration is superbly linked to Paypal which is what I used for payment. Cashless!

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Its not only recreational, its also touching other people lives through your donation and that makes it all worth the while and bucks!

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“Feed the hungry! Help those in trouble! Then your light will shine out from the darkness, and the darkness around you shall be as bright as day. And the Lord will guide you continually, and satisfy you with all good things, and keep you healthy too; and you will be like a well-watered garden, like an ever-flowing spring. (TLB, Isaiah 58:10-11)

Strength in sojourn


If there was anything, I had to prove to myself upon my exudos from my Bangkok life, it is this. I had always known that I am and always will be at my best alone.

Don‘t take crap that wasn’t thrown at you.


ANOTHER ONE OF MY TWOPENCE
18th February 2016

After prayer time, my class was at the door chanting ‘Chinese! Chinese! Chinese!’ loudly as a chinese mom pass by after picking up her son from Year 1.

Then I heard Mr. Andre of Year 4 yelling at my class. I went out to catch a few bits of what he said…

‘Stop!! Stop calling her that, its very inappropriate and rude! I wonder who is teaching you that.’

The last bit stung me a little bit being in the moment. I asked him what happened. He said they were chanting at the lady and it’s very inappropriate and racist.

By then my class was already quiet and 2 of my girls, Faten and Yara were on the verge of tears. I asked them all to settle down and asked the 2 girls why they were chanting.

Yara said it was because she didn’t know her name.

Faten in between tears told me that she was just very excited about learning chinese with the lady.

I remembered 2 days ago during gardening, the lady said hello to my class and told them she was going to teach chinese class at school for free. The whole class was very excited about learning a new language because the day before that we were having a discussion and found out how many languages we each can speak. That we are all multilingual. We were very proud of ourselves. I told them too, not to be mean to others who can’t speak English very well because it meant the person speaks another language.

Faten got upset because Mr. Andre was upset with her. I told the class that Mr. Andre did not undertand why they were chanting, that’s why he got upset. That he was wrong to scream at them like that.

At the end of the day, I told Faten and Yara to go up to Mr. Andre and explain why they were chanting at the lady just as they have told me so that he would understand. He should say sorry to them for yelling at them when they did nothing wrong.

Youth delinquency is primarily adult delinquency.


MY TWOPENCE

Monday, 10th January, 2016

At the Assembly after the songs, the principal called Alya of Year 4 up front to lead the Classroom pledge. Expectant Ruhi of Year 2 was devastated that she was not chosen to do it.

‘I will not have any more of this!’ And she tossed the badge in front of the principal.

‘Ruhi!’, said the principal scolding. He then proceeded to tell everyone that Alya is the senior class monitor, so she will be the monitor of the whole school.

‘But that is very unfair, she already did it yesterday. Why can’t I do it today.’ The rest was already inaudible and Ruhi was in the verge of tears.

I picked up the badge and told Ruhi I would keep it until she is ready for it. That we will have a talk when we get to the classroom.

The principal was adamant that I ‘talk’ to Ruhi with that scold-her-well look.

When we got back to the classroom, I told Ruhi it wasn’t the right attitude in dealing with rejection or losing against someone. That the principal has the last say in everything at school. That whatever he says, we should just learn how to deal with it.

I SHOULDN’T HAVE.

I should have said…

Ruhi, sorry your principal failed you. Sorry the school failed you, the teachers failed you. I failed you.

It is not your responsibility to understand how confusing adults think sometimes, they decide without explaining things to little children.

The principal failed to explain the reason behind his choice and made you look like a brat. He brought out the worst in you at that moment.

You are one little girl who has been given a weight on your shoulders with that responsibility but we left you fending for yourself in dealing with extreme emotions that you come across during the whole process.

He should have apologized to you in front of everyone for failing to make you understand his decision.

The principal and us teachers are not just normal adults that surround you.

We are guidance. We are answers to questions even before they are asked.

If he had explained his decision well before you, before everyone including us teachers, you would still have objections, questions and resistance but you will understand why. And you wouldn’t have to toss the badge in front of him like you did.

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I tried to remember bit by bit so there is something I can remind myself with next time it comes. This was my second. The first one was far too vague, I couldn’t pick the meat out of it.

I couldn’t shake it off. I was already both silently and audibly screaming, ‘God, remind me of happy thoughts. It’s so painful.’ Like a cloud of emptiness embraced me and wouldn’t let me go. Too tight it was choking me in my own tears. It was too cold the little chills running up and down my spine and my nape were too heavy it felt like they grew feet. The only kind of goosebumps no one should ever have to experience. The chills go up to both my ears it felt like it swelled of pain and threatened to burst. ‘Lord, it is pain ful!’ My chest felt so hollow I felt like scrambling to get a grip on something or I will drown into nothingness.

‘God remind me of all the people who love me, of your love for me. I know it is true but I can’t feel it right now. Take away this pain, God.’ I was pleading, weeping and begging so hard my voice failed to escape my nostrils.

I forced myself to remember my trips to Venice, sitting at a Trattoria enjoying my birthday lunch and getting a picture taken by my sister. Happy thoughts. Then the chills were frolicking up and down my spine persistently once again. Comes the sadness, the unexplained sea of sadness drowning me once again.

Then I saw darkness and suddenly dying felt like such a relief, a sweet escape.

But I was interceeding and fully aware of what was going on. I just couldn’t shake it off!

At that point, I understood why others have opted for the sweet escape. Why even pastors have succumbed to it.

Still feeling small, I peptalked myself audibly. ‘Galilee, you have seen lows lower than this before and you have always survived it.’

I grabbed my iPad and Googled ‘lyrics of Great is thy Faithfulness song’. I started reading the words. It was meaningless at the beginning but little by little I could remember the tunes and why I loved this song. I began to remember BBC days and snorkelling, enjoying Ossobucco and climbing up the stairs of Eiffel Tower and making snowmen in Sweden’s April Weather and picking raspberries in Dalsland. More tears and emptiness was still there but I knew I was on my way to feeling better.


Is it a festival or a tragedy?

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Well, obviously for me, it is the latter. When you find a nasty looking Lad Na that is also vegetarian after a stressful morning of final exams with the Primary classes at the lunch table, you would probably be more enraged than I was.

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From September 24 to October 2, food stalls will be hawking vegetarian food along the sois and pak sois all over Thailand. They call it ‘กินเจ’ (gin je) or vegetarian eats. Fortunately for the omnivores like myself, restaurants are not imposing this strictly in their entree or heck, it would be 9 days of forced fasting!

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It is all over the place but thank God people still have choices. So if one is not up to going over their budget, its best to cook at home and bring a lunch box. If I was a vegetarian, this post would have probably been a showcase of what Thailand means when they say ‘vegetarian’. I mean think of how meticulous they are with their dishes! Somewhere out there, someone is gushing in their blog about this festiv and I am glad it’s not me!

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