Sunday, June 28, 2009

Im back in the US. Its been sometime now.

I described my time at home as Utopic to someone. Now that I look back, maybe it hasnt been utopic being back. But, things feel more comfortable. Comfortability is a luxury in which i take advantage. I hope that I dont abuse the feeling by only choosing things im comfortable doing, but instead using the feeling as a place of refuge when the world gets tough.

i read a friends blog today, and it inspired me to write. I have been very self reflective in the past two days. I have been confronted with a spiritual question, thus I have been thinking too much.

I got to the point where I needed to escape from Chapel Hill recently. To change the way I was acting, and the people i was around. In my attempt for escape I turned to Singapore, and my pictures of my time there. Never would I have guessed that Singapore would be my place of comfortability, of refuge. But its true, Singapore was a home. Currently, Im yearning to be at that home.

I knew that exchange students have times when the miss their time abroad. I just never expected mine. I guess Im ready for a temporary experience again. The unformilarity and the disconnection allowed me to be more free. That I miss. The freedom.


Freedom to move is the most important human right to me. I have dedicated my life to fighting for this right from here on. Its too important, and makes me sane.


Here are pictures of things that make me feel free-


Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Its been quite some time since last i posted. It seems to be a theme.I went to Laos last week and had an amazing time. It is a beautiful country. A Singaporean asked me if Laos (pronounced Lao) was backward like Cambodia. I was immediately offended. Laos is certainly traditional and very rural, but it is not backward. The electricity went out at random times. The Mekong was filled with shit and oil. The people live in straw thatched houses, and there arent many Western toilets. But the people appear very happy. Only once did someone beg for money from me. (Cambodia it was like every two feet) Lao PDR is a fantastic place, and I would move there now. Luang Prabang is one of my favorite cities in the world.Some things I will remember-
  • A ten hour bus ride to Luang Prabang from Vientiane
  • Being Afraid of Bandits
  • Singing Lao Songs with Emma and Nina (two British friends that were great company)
  • Swimming in the Mekong (oil, muck, weeds and all!)
  • Banana Fritters and Beerlao!
  • Paranoia!
  • LP has a fantastic night market that I went out in everynight
  • I saw the cutest kids (the country is like 50% children) - the one at Whiskey Village was so funny
  • Laos Belts or Headbands
  • Bowling Alley Blues
  • Organic Farm at Vang Vieng
  • Electricity going out with Emma trying to find L'Elphant
  • Eating Indian and Mexican food in Laos
  • Renting a moto and riding around with Nina and Emma
  • Shruti, Chris, Rubi, Rosalyn, and Greg along with Nina and Emma- they made the trip unforgettable
My time in Asia is coming to an end- or maybe im just thinking it is. I still have two months but in the scheme of things, this is very little time. I would like to be home actually, but I dont know where that is. I dont feel a permanence here, a sense of belonging, and i think that makes being here hard. However, there isnt anywhere I really care to be. Chapel Hill is great, but things change and arent what I had before. Thats ok! I want change; I like change.

I think I just want to be somewhere that I can feel settled, and thats not Singapore. It maybe that I know that I am only here for a certain amount of time. Knowing that makes me want to leave even sooner, as oppose to CH I know Ill be there for a lot longer.

I havent made many new friends, but thats Ok. I have been doing a lot with my internship. I have gotten to know the people at TWC2 and they are great. So helpful, and positive. People that I really want to be like when Im older.

I have found what I want to do- work with NGOs, grassroots organizations and community groups. On what topic I dont know, and in what capacity, im not sure- but its good to figure out something.

Below are some pictures of the Bangladeshi migrant workers. I will post about my internship sometime. Ill probably copy a journal I have already written. Its informative, and thats what I try to be! Heres the pics!


Sha, an inspiration to me

a bangladeshi worker that has had many problems being in Singapore
Cuff Road Project- a free meal plan for workers that live on the streets and have no food- i go there once to twice a week.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

OK, after being verbally abused about not posting by several people (thanks, I needed it!), Im writing again.

I anticipated forgetting to write as I never wrote a diary or blog consistently before. But two months break is inexcusable, so sorry!

Over the past two months I have traveled to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, Phuket and Krabi, Thailand, Cambodia, and Hong Kong and Macau. I also went home and saw my friends and family in the US.

Traveling was everything I dreamed of. I also realized that maybe a life of traveling living abroad is not what I want for my life. I had always thought that I want to live two years here or there. To see everything in the world. But, after having seen many places I realize what I want most is just to meet more people, and to hang out with the people that I meet.

When I was in Cambodia, I met some great Khmer friends. I learned so much from that country- like how to see the good in life through really difficult circumstances. I wouldnt trade my experience there for anything. The thing that made that trip so great was the people though! Being there with my friends made it so much better!

Im having trouble posting pictures on my computer so Im not sure if ill be able to post- but I will try.

One thing I dont like about studying abroad is having to start all over every semester- there are some people that are still here, thank god! I guess I just start I would have all this energy to travel and explore- that i would have endless curiousity, however, when you live abroad you have to life! And that means that you get tired, you get homesick and you miss things.

Im so glad that I am able to appreciate the things that I take for granted. Both by seeing cultures that arent as blessed and maybe spoiled like how I live, and those things that you dont realize how much you love before you leave them.

Im going to tell a story... I havent told this story to anyone yet. Most of my stories I usually perfect after a while. Like what doesnt get a laugh gets scraped. But this story isnt funny, I dont think. Its probably anything but...

I arrived in Phnom Penh Cambodia. After taking a tuk-tuk (an open door cart pulled by a motocycle), I saw the most devastating poor country I have ever personally seen. Trash filled the streets. Trash and people coexist- as many live in the trash on the side of the street. There wasnt much infrastructure, something I didnt expect. In most southeast asian countries there are usually buildings- even if they are falling down. Phomn Penh, just had nothing.

This city once had 3 million people. Intellectuals and businesswomen and men. After Pol Pot's Khmer Rouge genocide- the city after three years of murderous actions had 40,000 people left. It is slowly rebuilding.

I went outside this city about an hour and half to Oudong Mnt. Here, my tuk tuk driver- So Phan- waited as three boys ran up to me and insisted on giving me a tour. I knew that i had only a ten in my pocket. There was no way I could give one a ten dollar bill, and nothing to the others- I was stressed. I tried to make it seems as if I could do things on my own- I wouldnt let them help me with things as if that would justify not giving them the ten. I thought to myself that "Im on a budget. Ten dollars is a lot of money. What will they do with this money?" every con when through my head, anyway to justify not paying this forced tour.

at the end of visiting mountain temples- which were beautiful- they pleaded with me for money for school. english school is extra, and they needed to get out of the poverty there family was in. However, unlike most of the beggars in Cambodia (children as young as three begging for money because their parents make them) these boys were 18, 16, and 15. Not too much younger than myself. If I pleaded for money from my peers I would be mortified, but these boys didnt see the shame. I ended up giving them a little money- not the ten.

I am so ashamed.

Its not what I wanted- but sometimes when we are faced with the choice to give money, and the knowledge that most use it for purposes we wouldnt approve of, we choose to turn away. Im not going to turn away any more. What they do with the money is up to them- between them and God. But as an American I am richer than any of those poor boys I saw. Even though I am really a poor college student using his whole savings to see SE Asia, what harm is ten dollars. Thats only one hour of work for me. That money they may not see for a whole week!

My friend Sarah and I walked through the killing fields where millions were killed in three years in the 70s- and a boy came up to us a walked 50 meters with us begging for money. He was four. I almost died. We just walked away in silence.

Cambodia challenge me more than I probably ever will know. But it also but joy to my heart.

After I walked away from that Mountain temple at Oudong- I went back to my tuk tuk driver and we explored all over that area. We walked into local temples. I was the only tourist for maybe a hundred miles.

I was in paradise. We ate a long house that had hammocks lined up to sit on- and then the cook would bring you your food- I sat and couldnt believe where I was!

When we left- we drove by the station with the boys- even though they had been mad that I only gave them less money- they still waved and smiled at me. This is what cambodia is like- happiness through devastating poverty.

I was humbled and changed.

That is only one story- there are many more. Many more faces out there waiting for us to help them.

Study abroad has taught me that people matter most.