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Unexpected

I met this girl once in Bangkok, because I watched her and her sister-in-law ask several Thai people for directions to no avail. No one knew where to direct them. I sighed, drug myself out of my over-stimulated-introverted haze, and offered to help. We spent, oh, perhaps 25 minutes together. Five minutes helping walking together … Continue reading

This is my Thank You

I should have posted this long ago, but I have not been rushing anything these past few months. On Sept 2nd, 2013, a friend and mentor of mine died. His name was Nopadon. P’Pog. Arjahn. I called him Arjahn Nopadon, the man who opened doors for me. There were many great people I had the … Continue reading

To my cities, with Love

To my cities, with Love

To Lafayette/West Lafayette, Thank you for a lovely childhood. For introducing my parents to one another, for teaching me about all of the wonderful ways to explore downtown, cross-culture, language, art and family. You contain memories of my first friends, but also of my angry teens and my isolated, terrified first college years. We have … Continue reading

What do you see?

Kuhn Thai, What do you see when you see me? Do you see a girl who left her family, friends, culture and life for a half-planned adventure across the world? Do you see a girl who is living frugally but fully? Do you see the girl who cannot ask for help because she lives in … Continue reading

Bangkok-speak

Friend 1: According to the Expat forum, you have to get birth control from a doctor – with a PRESCRIPTION. Friend 2: I can’t believe that. [Later] Friend 2: I asked a nurse friend of mine, she says you can get it from the pharmacy. Friend 1: Well that simplifies things. Friend 2: Yeah, seriously. … Continue reading

Excitement

My former roommate is coming to visit me *right* before I leave for the States. Words cannot contain my excitement. For the first twenty-four hours after receiving her travel details, I walked around randomly grinning and squealed with excitement when I told my friends here. While she’s here, we’re going to Cambodia to visit an … Continue reading

Who’s culture is it anyway?

I cannot stop thinking about my Pakistani friends who have been thrown from their homes, come to Thailand looking for hope. They are not always kind, or gentle in their requests. They are a people desperate, fighting for a new life, and sometimes their manner affronts my well-cared-for sensibilities. Twenty-nine people living in one house. The … Continue reading

Rude, you say?

In America, it’s rude not to call or respond to emails within 24 hour (casual chats aside). In Thailand it’s rude to demand a response. In America, since I turned 18 I have called 98% of my friends and professional acquaintances by their first name. This includes most of my professors. In Thailand, everyone older … Continue reading