Why Japan?

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Drawn by a friend in Malaysia; the above is certainly my spirit person and who I’m being now.

“Japan? Isn’t it expensive there?” Is the first thing I hear when I mention that that’s where I feel I must go next. It was probably the third thing I heard when I mentioned going to Los Angeles back in October. “It’s only as expensive as you, a visitor, make it.” I respond. But why Japan when SEA has so much more affordable ventures and offerings?

My older brother introduced me to many things of Japanese creation from anime, to video games, manga, concepts and the like. All of them combined have had a profound effect on my (and countless other people’s) character without a question. To visit the origin of all these contributions to my being is something meaningful to me and would be even more so if my brother of all people would go there with me. However the distance form North America to Japan makes for a costly flight only rivaled by departing from South America itself or other countries with smaller airports. This added on to the modernity of the country, strength of the yen against the western currencies and unique things to do there add up to an expensive trip that many discard as a fantasy.

These thoughts and (primarily) having no one to go with is largely why I’ve held off on going to Japan (and many other country I’ve had countless opportunities to venture to) as I feel I’d go to them later. But the appearance of cheap tickets and having stayed so long in a ‘safe to spend’ area of the world has made me see that I have spent all the time I desire in Thailand and SEA at the moment. I want a challenge, a change-up to the formula I’ve developed. LA did this for me in October and was well worth it, but this is something else. It’s a big enough deal for one to go to Japan, but a week or two week long trip is not long enough for the country. It stands alongside Germany for me as a location that I’d try to stay at and even work to understand and experience more there.

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Each has a dream, and each goes to another country to fulfill it.

Talking to people made me research on how to get a job in Japan. The usual method is to get a job teaching for at least 6 months or so, then fly to japan, and then search for other work while you’re there. I am stubborn in not wanting to formally teach again (yes I would informally teach as that’s more free), however no matter what I say, I could change that thought. The second method is more risky but also can be equally rewarding: fly to japan and find your job there on a tourist visa. Japan does not offer a working holiday visa for residents of the USA, one must go there to live or to tour with little to no in-between. Surprisingly, it’s preferred by employers for one to be there and apply because it costs money to hire and pay for someone to get to Japan and, also surprisingly, countless people turn down the offers late which costs even more. Showing that you are already present in the country is very showing of one’s dedication and courage to work in Japan, though the challenge from there is what job and how your language learning skills are.

As the USA has professional cuddling as an odd occupation, Japan has a tear wiper job for individuals who want to dry the tears of women/men who want to cry. Both jobs raise eyebrows no matter where you’re from but are quite different types of ‘odd’. I can’t deny that I would like to experience an opportunity of the like there, however receiving a work visa for that is where the concern lies. It takes 2 months or so to turn a tourist visa into a work visa. So you have one month to find work and have an employer fill out paper work to create the visa in the next two. Jestyne and Google filled me in on the pros and cons of working there.

Cons: xenophobia, long work hours/difficult work-life balance, language barrier, cost. When it comes to foreigners, there are Japanese who love them and some who despise them entering their workplace. Some restaurants and establishments deny usage of their services to foreigners as the kindness, respect of space and person and manners apply primarily to Japanese individuals, so when foreigners are there, those go out the window and one does get stared at and sometimes poked/touched to register if he/she is real. This does not apply to all who Japanese individuals mind you, as there are plenty of smiles, encouragement and help that citizens there exhibit on a daily basis.

Long work hours result from the work ethic in Japan which is known worldwide. Some companies have it that one cannot leave until all the workers are done, so the work can go on for longer than anticipated. Afterwards it’s not uncommon for coworkers to go out and drink together to establish a bond. To not do so is frowned upon or seen as odd. Work can spill into weekends as well making it difficult to have freetime away from anyone/anything related to work itself.

Language barrier and cost I put as hand in hand as Japanese (to me) is like every other language: difficult to learn, but only as hard as you make it. Focusing on listening and speaking is important more so than reading/writing since people cannot be avoided and are the key to making new friends and enjoying oneself. Foreign friends can only take you so far there.

The pros are simple: experience, challenge, opportunity. These all are similar – it is rare for someone of the West to work in Japan let alone visit it. Getting a job outside of teaching is extremely difficult without intermediate Japanese language skills and a bachelor’s degree. However, it is this very challenge that grabs my attention because the experience is always worth its weight. The food is something that cannot be ignored; sushi is what comes to most people’s mind when they think of Japanese food followed by ramen. But some udon I’ve tried and other foods in countries that hold authentic Japanese cuisine show way more than I and many others are aware of there. That alone is strong. Add to this the technology within the cities like robots, the toilets we’ve all heard of and the like, as well as the flip side with rural areas, peaceful temples and mountains, and ryokans (Japanese style inns). As small as the map shows it to be, Japan is massive and stretched out where it is. A month can take one from the capital to Kyoto, Osaka and the like, but to go further and see cities and regions we’ve not heard of is something that I would love to see myself even knowing that one can never see it all. Add to it how it’s very unheard of for a foreigner to get a job there outside of teaching and you have my attention to see what I can do.

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Yeah I got the weird factor down already for being out here.

I am fully aware I could be thinking all this and very easily not find something in Tokyo (my new fly in location). Me going there is no different from a foreigner flying into NYC and LA looking for a job. However, not looking like anyone else where you go does do something. That being said, it’s just as much a gamble as any move I’ve taken before. The only other thing to think on is buying a ticket to leave from Japan before being let inside. I have a hard time thinking of where I’d go after Japan. New Zealand is catching my eye as individuals keep mentioning it to me but even with that, the plane ticket prices annoy me to the point where I wouldn’t be surprised if I took an overland journey back west honestly. I feel this year and the next is my time to see friends who I’ve been meaning to see for a long while. Jestyne was the first, in Japan as well there’s someone I met three years ago as well not to mention students in Poland, my host family in Denmark and some around Europe. But that’s a thought, there’s much to decide when it comes to possibly leaving an entire continent behind, I’d have to find an opportunity that allows me to be in an environment with those I care about. Those are the thoughts of now; if the flight doesn’t work this time, I have two months to decide where to from then. This has been the daily update.

 

 

 

A Side Venture

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Not exactly where one would think I’d wind up.

The day after Valentine’s Day, I left my friend’s apartment to the airport. I was to fly to Osaka, Japan transitioning from Chiang Mai to Ho Chi Minh then straight to Osaka after an 8 hour layover. The line to check luggage before entering the airport was long and took awhile. I had finally found my suitcase and decided to take it with me even though I couldn’t change my ticket online and all. I waited and went to the check in front desk and handed a worker my passport, ready for the words “Oh you don’t have checked luggage filled out on your booking.” And was caught off guard to hear that I needed to get a visa for Vietnam before flying.

I’d googled the information some time before finding that a tourist visa wasn’t needed for connecting flights through the country, but the results I’d found weren’t up to date apparently as some airlines block you from boarding at all. I asked if there was anything I could do and I was told that I could purchase my visa online but had to select an emergency process to have it sent to me fast enough for my flight. It was $140 but I felt I had to try since there were people set to help me out already. I purchased it, waited and just had to show a confirmation of my purchase on my email, but for some reason, my email wouldn’t show any messages. On my phone, laptop, the worker’s laptop, none of them showed the purchase. They stayed long afterwards to try and help, but had to close the check in desk as it was 1 hour until the flight would leave.

Unsure what to do, I sat down next to a pillar and thought for a second. I didn’t want to go back to my friend’s place or to see those who I’d said bye to already. I got a red taxi to the mall next to the airport with the money I’d found in my suitcase. I occupied a bench inside, found the free WiFi and started looking through my options. Irritated, I found that I couldn’t get a refund for my visa as it had already been processed and sent. I argued with an employee of the service over email for awhile before cooling down and apologizing. It was around 2 hours after the flight left.

I’d anticipated a day such as this for a long time. I mentioned the issue to a couple friends who’d been hyping up the trip and keeping up with me. They were crushed and apologizing, but in truth I didn’t feel bad, just annoyed at the lack of receiving any refund on the visa (and later the flight as well). I’m fortunate I keep expectations neutral, no excitement until I’m ACTUALLY at the location. Restored to normal, I realized my account had taken a hit on the visa and flight combined; I had requested a transfer of money from one account to my current one but it would take a day or two and my visa in Thailand was to expire in three days. Needless to say, I couldn’t re-book a flight to Osaka and found that I had to select a location in Southeast Asia.

I was in no mood to do a border run as that was it’s own hassle and I truly felt I’d be overstaying my welcome. Not to mention the low time limit. I checked for tickets on Google flights and saw that around me the main country close by that required no visa for me was Malaysia. My friend Jestyne who I met 3 years ago in Poland was there and I felt that I should go to her as it is people who lead me to making some of my better decisions. The cost was just below the threshold (w/o the luggage) so I bought the ticket for the next day and went back to my friend’s apartment after asking permission to stay another night.

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Gotta admit, the camera I got now really takes some fancy shots.

My friend was in the capital of Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur, at the time surprisingly, so after I arrived and got into my hostel, I met up with her over the next couple of days, attending a convention for comics, anime, video games and the like, eating some Japanese food (not just sushi/ramen as one would expect!), visiting a huge shopping center or two and mastering how to use my camera on my new phone. I focused more on Japanese as well, learned more of what to expect there from her and others at my hostel who’ve been before.

I got so into the people around me as usual that I forgot to warn some individuals about my missing the flight to Japan. I felt…that this was meant to happen. I’d done all I could to go to Osaka, but maybe it wasn’t the right time for that city or for Japan as a whole. I have however found a ticket to Tokyo for a deal (20% off all flights at the time luckily!) and done some more research on how it would be to work there; however, I’m unsure what will happen when I get there. The ticket is booked for March 4 and I already checked in; besides that, nothing is set in stone.

The people I’ve met here, who number in the tens or so, are certainly people I will come across again. Some befriended me regardless of my having said little (due to an aura of good spirit and kindness they said), some had the same circumstances as me with visas and wound up in KL. I even met someone with a Nintendo Switch and games that I lacked to make for awesome late night gaming sessions, which is more than I could ever have imagined. So from here? We shall see if Japan works this time. If not, people are pushing me to go to New Zealand interestingly, but what will happen will happen.

Stubbornness

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Surrounded by so many things…can you blame my indecisiveness? It’s all for a reason.

Sometimes a feeling goes beyond explanation. Love cannot truly be expressed fully, being hungry goes only so far in words, and care can be shown but only something otherworldly can make those feelings be truly understood by another individual.

Holding to one’s feelings is especially hard to convey. Is it foolish? Or respectful? Admirable? Or deplorable?

Patience is a necessity in many fields of life, but at what point does it go too far?

Such is a question I ask myself every week as my feelings guide me. My mother has often told me of my steadfastness in certain matters and yet coincidentally my wishy washy decision making in even ordinary scenarios such as selecting a restaurant for dinner. In the latter, I juggle other individuals in my decision: what food does my brother prefer? Is the price worth it? Have we eaten such and such food too frequently? It’s all in my head.

The former is a great deal more of a challenge: A promise I made to a friend, I cannot forget. Someone tells me to meet up with them, the only misstep is if someone else is in the picture, otherwise I will wait at a meeting spot until I am cleared to leave or I see the individual in the flesh. A friend of mine recently told me that my dedication and level of trust/belief in her was so strong that it was scary. It’s understandable because the matter of friendship is something I am resolute about, to be the best I can be for the people who matter to me.

In the present, I am holding to my feelings. I listen to the advice of others eagerly, because the decisions at this stage are crucial. I’m not making them for others solely as usual, but for myself, which is why I’m even more wary. And surprisingly, my parents are behind me in following these feelings; they alongside many individuals I’ve befriended. Perhaps the difficulty in this is also that though I listen, I am looking for a feeling to arise, for something I’ve not heard yet…

All stubbornness I’ve had has been created by something unknown to me. Perhaps being stubborn is the wrong term because it is others who guide me I feel. I feel much patience…and often I am asked my plans for a day or the week, to which I reply, “Thinking, talking, listening, fooling around, exercising…” or something of the like.

I don’t feel angry or irritable. I feel I am where I must be. The days blend at times, but there is always a rewarding experience at some point. In the form of a new friend, an experience with current friends, or something else entirely, and I think to myself how happy I am that I held out.

If intuition is an instinctual feeling that does not require conscious reasoning, which some would call it a sixth sense, then what is what I’m doing called I wonder…

Why am I stubborn? Because I feel I can do something beyond what’s expected of me. Whose expectations? My own…my parents’…everyone who knows me…it’s predictable that I’m unpredictable I’ve been told. I consider it to be a foolish move to fall into a certain position that is average when I have been raised to do more than that. To be stuck in a job I don’t like, to wish for something more but not make that leap to reach the ‘more’ I desire, is a position I know all too many people in.

It is a disservice to my A rank parents, brothers, friends, and I feel the world to be have a C rank position that I’m not satisfied in. Even if it’s a means to an end…even if it’s turning down a comfortable stability and promise of a good future…I feel I am meant for more than ‘good’.

This is not pride talking…this is what I feel and what drives my stubbornness….is my loyalty to those who have made me who I am, and in myself to stay who I am at my core as I select these paths before me. To return to where I’ve been before? To go someplace and start all over..? To hold to where I am as I learn more about the residents and city….? Part of me feels like I’m holding off on a large decision no matter what I decide…that or something that I feel is to come. Maybe a meeting with an individual or some circumstance that’s inevitable that isn’t in mind now.

I have a dream I’ve wanted at the moment…to talk to people and be amongst constant friends…that is worth fighting for even if it’s all temporary…I can’t ignore their influence on my life…and perhaps that’s why I’m steadfast in this decision making: there are so many hearts that I’m being mindful of, those from afar and those nearby. In informal terms…it’s a stubbornness, but perhaps, it’s beyond that…what I feel.

I’ve saved for this…and have waited for it for a long time…when the next move comes, I’ll feel it. But for now, I’m on standby in this emotion…and I’m happy with it.

Career Services

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My counselor didn’t know what to make of me, or my results.

 

SHOULD BE: Physician’s Assistant, English Teacher, Therapist, Registered Nurse

SHOULD NOT BE: Physician’s Assistant, English Teacher, Therapist, Registered Nurse

 

This had never happened before. It was no fluke either. So I had to interpret the outcome

“I feel that though these jobs fit my personality, I feel it’s not in my heart to want to do any of these jobs, that’s my take on it.”

I felt fine with these results, but constant pressure was there. To plan, to know, to panic. This grew into great pain and sorrow. Until I talked to my anthropology professor.

“Jeremy, when you’re sad, you go into a state where you will truly speak your heart if you calm down for a second. So if you could do anything, what would it be?”

“I…just want to wander the world and talk to people.”

“Talk to them…about what?”

“Their lives, their stories, what they’ve experienced and I can share all of mine too. I don’t wanna be paid for that by them though…time is an expense that’s enough for me and I can reach everyone across the spectrum without a price point – rich, poor and everything in-between. And I don’t think I’m a bad person to talk to. People are just…the best thing in the world to me.”

And that’s when I found the first person to bring out and encourage what I felt I should do.

Struggle

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We’re all in a struggle

A struggle is necessary however

In relationships, in growth, and all

There’s fear over two types of struggle:

Long term and meaningless

The former is a trap

That seems short but stretches

The latter is what-if

With lessons but low profit

Many struggles can be happy

And take time

Some struggles can bring change

And make meaning

So select carefully if

You are in the process

Of selecting your next struggle

Pinpoint Inaccuracy

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On a hot day in a desert filled location, there we were. It was 38 C and we were some of the first to arrive. The main shelter we had was a convenience store, no air conditioning, but DVDs and snacks aplenty. Given time, our friends arrived, more than we had thought. You sat down, in a sweat and I went off to roam around. Debris was there, and scraps of metal, across the dunes of sea. A tall one rose above the rest and that’s where the bathroom be. I hiked up and suddenly I looked all around. And many people appeared suddenly, as if from underground. Faces I knew, some clear and some I couldn’t see, friends from long long ago and some made recently. I walked and saw, did not say hi and went into the store, there you were at another table your friends there as well. Gathered, chatting from across the world they’d all come back to talk. At Uni, the place you’d be, and few others I knew were. So I walked back out and a camera panned out to show the vast sand sea, the friends spread out, across the map, the pins all placed by me.

Where you go

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My mindset in a board game format – jumbled but you can still see clarity

Teacher, where you go

Ah, I’m going to fill up my water bottle

Ah okay, see you Teacher

Doctor……Engineer……Dentist……Worker

Dancer……Youtuber……Actor……Dreamer

Smoker……Partier……Believer……Failure

Father……Provider……Student……Teacher

 

Ah Teacher, where are you going

Ah, I’m going to the gym, exercise

Okay, goodbye Teacher

Memories……….Pieces……….People……….Places

Fragments……….Words……….Food……….Faces

Chains……….Links……….Paths……….Taken

Hellos……….Goodbyes……….Begin……….End

 

Hello Teacher, where will you go now

Ah, I’m going to eat dinner

Okay Teacher, thank you

Thailand……………Japan……………Bali……………Denmark

Love……………Happiness……………Belonging……………Friends

Now……………Moments……………Months……………Years

Go……………Chance……………Money……………Choices

 

Teacher after this where you go

Ah, back home, lessons and all

Have a good evening Teacher

Doctor, Engineer, Dentist it’s what they’re told to be…..not just them…..all of us honestly have these main options pushed in front of us; though I guess it’s normal because we all have to be a Worker…..But what I’ve been told to be by people who actually know me……a Dancer……a Youtuber……an Actor……jobs that many would say are those of a Dreamer……A Smoker and a Partier I’m not……but I understand why people do such things……at some point I feel we’re all Believers……but then there’s fear and being afraid of fear……a new circumstance you must adapt to and being unable to enter a new anything because Failure is a strong presence…..Being a Father, a Provider, is quite different than being a Student……where you have time…..I’m called Teacher but I have so much more to learn before being anywhere near having my own family…..it’s the fear of failing in this regard

My Memories are in Pieces……….I can’t remember many things……….I have to walk around, think back and focus to be able to recall the People I met and the Places that we were at……….The Fragments consists of many parts……….Words of my friends and the Food we ate and quite importantly their Faces……….All the Chains come together in Links showing me the Paths I chose, options left untouched and the roads Taken……….They all start with something clever or smart to kick it off, but Hellos tend to be how they start………Goodbyes are said quicker than I feel they should……….as they Begin, they soon End

I’m in Thailand, one of the last places I thought I’d be in, yet one of the first foreign countries I wondered about going to……………and here I am with people already asking me what’s next……………Japan is a dream, one that’s a must at some point and yet Bali is being mentioned a lot and I’m noticing these other countries around me……………quite the far-cry from Denmark which I must return to one day as it is my second home……………What matters most is what draws you to a place……………Love is why many stay around or near their home as that’s where family usually is……………but it’s that Happiness that’s the biggest part, what gives it to the individual, what gives them a sense of Belonging and for many it is their family……………but for me it’s my Friends, not just any of course but specific ones that matter to me a lot, they mean the world to me……………There’s a balance and I feel……………I really enjoy living in the Now but of course we will always be asked of our plans in the future, whether it be like students asking me where I’ll go in the next few Moments or friends messaging me about upcoming Months or my elders asking me about the next few Years

I feel like we’re all playing Monopoly……………I’m walking around the school in a square and I’m on a particular board at the moment, maybe my head, Thailand or Phitsanulok, as there are many iterations. Started at Go in October…………….have had the Chance to go further or travel……………but I feel I’m saving up, saving for something better around the bend……………I will not spend so much that I run out of Money and I wind up losing my next options even though I’ve gained so much that I won’t lose……………there’s just so many Choices, mulitple paths and opportunities, sometimes so many that we limit ourselves to the starting options discounting any possibly potential Boardwalks we could have down the line

Of all these thoughts…I feel a word applies to me in each line…

 

Teacher, good to see you again

Good to see you too

Where you go

Mmm…………………….

You don’t know

Not really, home I think

Where is that

…………………

May I go with you

No it’s not your turn yet

Turn Teacher

Time…………….It’s not your time just yet

Okay, see you tomorrow then Teacher

Yeah see you

 

 

Pulling a Miami

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5 PM, Phone battery: 10%

Figures blur left and right of me as I charge towards my destination. It’s 5 PM and my energy is draining in sync with my iPhone battery: 10%. The hot Florida sun is retreating ever so fast with every glance I take at the directions on my phone.

A notification pops up – “Are you nearby yet?” ~ Maria, *ding* then another – “Are having a good time?” ~ Mom, *ding* and another “Jeremy, where are you right now?” ~Simone. All good questions, I thought.

My maps said I was 5 minutes away…by car. By car?! I’ve been running this whole distance wondering why it’s taking so long. I took a risk and sent a reply back to Maria – “5 minutes.” I had been running the whole day since 9:30 AM first from South Miami to the Aventura Mall and now to Maria’s Couchsurfing host in Hollywood. It was too late now to complain about my forgetfulness in selecting ‘Walk’ on the Maps App.

I chose not to reply immediately to my mom and Simone as my mother had called some 30 minutes prior while Simone I’d see again later on.

 

5:25 PM, Phone Battery: 5%

5%. I was further away than I thought given how much power had been drained, so I put on an extra burst of speed and seeing my path was almost a straight shot, turned off all the other apps and put my phone away.

Some minutes later, I rounded a corner and my phone announced that I had arrived. I began to knock on the door and shout over the fence but no one answered. I got out the phone. 1% left; “Maria, I’m outside your house, if you get this, I’ll be waiting outside.” Before I hit ‘Send’, my screen shut down.

Fatigue hits me, and I realize that I’d never get so tired before. As my phone hit 0%, so did my energy reserves, and I blacked out.

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I always wondered why some Google pics of locations looked better than when I was there, but maybe that’s just nighttime pictures…

10 PM, Battery: 100%

“I’ve heard you went on quite the adventure today” Maria’s host exclaimed. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it all worthwhile, what happened out there?” I’m amazed at where I am: a mini mansion, pool balls made of crystal, salmon, steak, shrimp, lamb, sausages, key lime pie, ice cream and the list goes on. Simone and my friends are there and I’m still dazed. “You just ran over 30 miles today, do you know that? You’re a madman!” the host laughed and repeated, “What all happened out there?”

 

6:30 PM, Phone Battery: 0%

“I have to wake him up!” I then heard someone speak in Spanish. “No I don’t think he’s dangerous, so I’m doing it. Hey, are you alive?” I open my eyes and stare into the concerned face of a small woman. “There, he’s alive, now can we go?” I see her husband nearby, eager to leave before any other possible occurrence should befall him. “Don’t do that!” the woman exclaimed, “One of my sons died in this way.” And before I could thank her, her husband whisked her away. It had gotten cooler and the neighborhood felt empty. I searched around and found a kind stranger to show me the time. To my surprise, I had been out for about an hour. I was hungry and my ankles felt damaged, so I put off eating to rest my legs more.

 

7:15 PM, Battery: 7%

I spent time playing with the strangers grandchildren at a small park nearby, keeping my energy usage at a minimum. As her watch struck 7:15, she left with her grandchildren and warned me to go before it got too late as it was quite a risky neighborhood. Deciding not to sleep on the park bench, I hobbled back the way I came. In truth, I had paid so little mind to where I’d gone that I had to think hard to recall the path I’d taken. I closed my eyes as I walked.

At first, I didn’t see anything. But suddenly, the blurry figures I had run by came to mind. For two seconds, there were children playing with their families in modest neighborhoods, the next second, I was searching for a restroom at a Ritz Carlton where Bentleys, Maseratis and women dressed in elegant dresses peppered the parking lot. Then, came the seaside, palm trees and the shopping center with good food and various types of people. Next were the highways (some 6 lanes), a run-down neighborhood, with children biking up to me, asking who I was running from. Finally, to where I had collapsed, a fancy house just in front of a divide that separated the ghetto from a wealthy neighborhood. It felt like a dream…a socioeconomic rollercoaster.

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Another time, another place, a new ‘Miami’, great friends and Maria present

7:45 PM, Battery: ~10-15%

I’d found the highway and it seemed to be an endless path towards the city, with the sun disappearing behind the buildings. My strength faded in and out and realizing I’d gone so many miles, I decided to stop at the nearest spot that could possibly offer me a phone call. A skate boarder zoomed past me and turned right towards a location that was less than a mile away. I jogged after him and he disappeared behind some large bushes. I followed and he skated into a grand looking casino area. The adventure keeps going huh, I laughed.

 

8:30 PM, Battery: 50%

I found a store named Barker Animation Art Gallery, one of two in the US that held many artistic designs of television shows, movies, and the like ranging from Disney to Warner Bros. properties. Having had enough worrying about my situation, I found myself absorbed in the detail of everything around me. I saw snow globes of Disney characters which reminded me of my girlfriend’s birthday coming up. I asked the shop owner for something artistic but unique and he knew just the thing – a customized 3D Monopoly board with glass, wooden frame, and one of 2,000. It was expensive yet could be played or hung on the wall.

Feeling giddy that this would be not only a present but a memory of the trip, I bought the board, which was easily two times bigger than a normal Monopoly board. Realizing I’d have to lug it around with me I decided to hang around the store while the store owner boxed it up. Looking around the store I saw a plug outlet and asked if I could use it and a charger I saw nearby. Upon permission, I charged the phone and immediately received a message from Maria wondering where I was.

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9:15 PM, Battery: 85%; Phone Battery: 30%

I sat outside the store and saw the glow of the casino and racetrack nearby. There was a ‘70s themed restaurant I was dying to eat at but Maria strictly told me to stay put. I was happy; singing a tune in my head and the Monopoly board was all wrapped up and even larger in a cardboard box. A car pulls up and the windows roll down. I know it’s Maria so I bounce to the trunk, carefully place the board inside and hop into the back. Before the car leaves the lot Maria and the driver, Fred, turn around. “Jeremy…what the hell?” “What’s up?” Maria then goes into a rant about how everyone was worried about where I was, not being able to reach me, and then me winding up over a mile and a half from her home. “And to top it off, you’re freaking happy! You have NO idea how worried I was!” “Everything’s okay now though right?” I grinned.

 

9:50 PM, Battery 95%; Phone Battery: 30%

The car doors slam and sure enough we’re right back where I collapsed. I’d found the right house after all and Maria wasn’t kidding, the guy was a millionaire. Maria looked at me. “You better be happy we were nearby and my host has resources otherwise you could’ve been left all alone out there.” I shrug her off but still say my thanks. As she opens the door, I notice the marble floors and odd, intricate LEGO designs of a skull and other figures. I was shocked and thought back to the blurry images earlier in the day. I had jumped through different lifestyles, from middle class, to upper, to middle again, to lower, then the lowest and finally, to the top of the socioeconomic rollercoaster.

 

My gamble of taking a chance running outside with no plan on how to get back was something my friends talked about even after we returned to university. I wanted to give a term to what I did, and I called it “Pulling a Miami” – when you take a risk that’s not normally done and see where it leads you. This was in 2014, my freshman year during spring break and I went on to do similar, though not as risky, stunts in my next two years. Sometimes I forget that I’ve even done such things which is why I write them now, my friends keep my stories alive as I have a bad memory and need some way to recall them. It’s not until someone asks that I remember experiences such as this and I realize and must say, I’m certainly living quite a life.

Thai Language

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November 3, 2017 – I’m churning out these posts pretty quick right? So much to update!

I’ve heard before that many people enjoyed the program I’m currently in, but one thing they often regret is not learning more Thai. Well that’s one regret I won’t stand to have. We had a crash course, four days of the basics from hello, to shopping terms, food, numbers, and grammatical structure. Tones scare people along with the 42 consonants and 30 something vowels which can go left, right, above, below or stacked on top of other vowels; however, we avoided the actual characters that appear so foreign to us and opted for English transliteration.

There are five tones in Thai: mid, high, rising, falling, and low. On my online program the tones were divided by numbers 1 – low, 2 – falling, 3 – high, 4 – rising, and mid tone has no number (for ex: krap3 means you say the word with a high tone). In orientation, using accent marks actually taught the tones easily. The accent mark on kráp is slanted upward which tells you the tone is rising. No accent mark is mid tone. Kawpkoon (in my way kawp1koon) starts with a low tone then goes to a middle tone. So combining the words (kawpkoon kráp – polite thank you for males) makes the language seem like a puzzle, which is quite fun to put together after you get down the essentials. Mái at the end of every sentence creates a question, nouns (as they’re presented) double as singular and plural forms, while the words am, is, are, was, and were do not exist. It’s a language where you fill in the blanks based off the questions being asked and answered.

What makes it better is that for formality, you add kráp/kà (male/female) at the end of every sentence and say pom/chân (I male/female) for a subject at the beginning of the sentence; however, to speak quicker and make things easier, you can completely cut out such unnecessary words since I and the listener already know that I’m the one speaking and it’s he/she I’m addressing. For example, we would ask someone, “Do you want chicken?” and be answered, “Yes I would like some chicken.” In Thai, “Ao gai mái?” then, “Gai.” Which literally translates to, “Want chicken?” “Chicken.” To answer with the noun one used in a question is the equivalent of saying yes, and it they don’t have chicken, then they’d say “no chicken.”

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The path to understanding is long and steep, but I think I got this.

Needless to say, I’m fascinated at how this language is presented. One word can change all of what you say as it can be very versatile, however adding in tones is crucial because saying mai (high tone) vs mai (falling tone) is the difference between asking a question and saying no.

Of course, Thailand doesn’t have transliterated script just lying around so we’re talking about just speaking the language at the moment. Learning the actual script of the language would take some time. I’ve gotten down how to write each symbol and vowel, but sounds and putting them together is the part I need to practice. Transliteration can be a crutch for a while, but can’t be used forever.

Here’s a sentence that’s basic:

พูดภาษาอังกฤษ? – (puut2 paasaa4 anggrit1 daai2 mai3) = Can you speak English?

For speaking, it’s not hard to get the transliteration down and say it, but looking hard at the actual letters can be mind boggling. I’m lucky to have taken Arabic which looks quite foreign itself. The orientation teacher also said that if you listen to music and can differentiate different pitches, then the language also becomes easier. As when speed comes into play, the tones blend so much you have to adjust to catch which are being used.

So! I shall see how I progress, what I’ve practiced I’ve gotten good feedback on. And I must say, over every language I’ve learned and can think of, this is the only one I’d be fine trying out with locals as they’re quite patient and pleased to see a farang try.

My Side of Orientation

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October 26 – November 2, 2017 – The only picture I got in Qatar.

Flying into Qatar, I met two registered nurses named Annie and Garry. They also were flying to Bangkok but were staying for 10 days with their peers who were also on the flight. We had an hour for the layover which was just enough time to find the terminal we needed. I’d heard other CIEE participants were on-board but my Wi-Fi was limited so I couldn’t contact them. So flying into Bangkok, I’d seen Baby Driver, Tarzan, and Fantastic Mr. Fox (all great movies, good food too!). I was enjoying my time with the RNs and their friends who’d accepted me as if I was going along with them the whole time. We exchanged contacts and I ran into two participants of CIEE. We got together and got a taxi to our hotel in Bangkok. It was $20 each but after seeing the traffic and closed off areas due to the king’s burial, it was worth it.

I got my room number and headed to it, running into my roommate after getting the door unlocked through an extra key. His name was Jack and he had just graduated like me. For the whole orientation he was my roommate and I really liked him, we respected each other’s boundaries and helped each other when we could. Meeting everyone else was challenging. 232 of us were here and had less than a week to get to know people. We all had nametags fortunately and after sometime I started to get down people’s names.

I found that my teaching location was on the border or North and Central Thailand, or halfway between Bangkok and Chiang Mai which was good for tourists to stop at. I also ended up having many deep conversations with other people and found that I tended to interact with 23-35 year olds the most (though they basically made up almost all the participants). One guy is at my location and we had already shared some great chats together so needless to say we both flipped out that we would be at the same school. It’s only us two as far as we know. His name is Andrew, he’s 35 and has a strong air of meaning about him. I feel we’re a good pair and will complement each other well. In my words, he’s got much of the know-how and in his words, I’m quite social so I’ll meet people then introduce them to him.

We are not in the tourist/heart of the city. We’re a bridge and some miles away from it all, but we’re perfectly fine with where we are. People did their own thing: some went out and partied most nights, some stayed in and chatted at night and some went to bed early. Food didn’t take long to adjust to (though this is hotel food which had some western options so I can’t fully ascertain that claim just yet), though I feel I’ve shrunk a bit due to the lack of a gym though we do walk a lot.

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Kelsey, one of the good people I met on the trip. Went to Denmark through DIS like me.

Meeting others in a large group was a lot of trial and error. Everyone was nice, though some already were a part of groups and some were good to hang out with during certain parts of the day. With all the people there though, you had to have a steady number of friends to keep you company when some were busy with other matters.

And fortunately, I felt I found a good number of people around that I liked. We even started a Whatsapp group chat for the north of Thailand. Some felt like meeting up for thanksgiving or Christmas or some other time. Some names of the people: Claire, Amber, Devon, Dani, Chuckie, Brian, Kelsey, Hope, and many others. It was wonderful to get to know everyone.

Of the other excursions we had, there was a cruise that we went on to eat and celebrate the near end of orientation. We had another the next day which consisted of a calmer atmosphere and views of the mountains. There was a palace visit which was quick but led to a wonderful memory, and some icebreaker games that led me to meet some of the more interesting faces of the group. We even visited a location that related to the movie Bridge of the River Kwai, which I haven’t seen yet but know the history about. And lastly, we stayed at another hotel which was away from the big city in a relaxing open nature area with large pools, great scenery and short lived time to get to know each other. I met people to the last event, so even when I thought I may not meet anyone else, surprisingly I met a person or two from northern Virginia which was surprising.

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Drivers sit on the right side of the car just as right lanes are positioned to the left over here.

Things moved quickly, and all in all, things were fun. There were times here and there that seemed quite abrupt in terms of times to be ready, but I feel it was all a part of being able to adjust to changing plans which I feel I got down. According to the leaders of OEG, it seems my positive imposition left an impression on them and they didn’t forget to mention it whenever I met and thanked them for their work. It felt sad to have to separate from everyone so quickly upon returning from our calm excursion. But we got a job to do, so I shared contacts with some people, got with Andrew and we met our coordinators. One leader noted how many people meet, say they’ll keep in contact, then they never do. So we shall see how well I’ve done with leaving my mark on some of my peers, because they’ve left theirs on me and already I’m very grateful.

Next stop, Phitsanulok.