Thursday, November 26, 2009

Beauty of the Bard


Today's Thoughts...

A few words from my Shakespeare class as we attempted sonnets just before staining their literary innocence with the blood and gore of Macbeth…

(From the shyest boy in class)

You are as beautiful as an angel
Who watches me every day from the sky
My dream like we are in a fairy tale.
I always keep it in my mind
Oh my love, you are so noble
I do not dare to propose to you
I am waiting for the miracle
Just to make my dream come true
Do you see your good man?
You will see how I am sincere?
Can do all with my heart and hands
Hope one day you see me here
I just hope my dream comes true
To live together with you.
***

(From the shyest girl in class)
The love that will last forever
When you and me are meant to be
There is a spark when we are together
Some strong bond that we cannot see
I pray to the Angels do not take us apart
Because I’ve been waiting for so long
You are my everything, my heart
The one who completes my love song
You are the star that fulfills the sky
The lost pieces of my jigsaw
When I’m with you I feel I can fly
You have owned my heart of all
The Gods have given us their blessing
That our love will be everlasting
****
(From the most outspoken guy in class)

I don’t know whether this is right or wrong
To hear your voice day and night long
When I close my eyes, your face I see
In my dreams, with you I long to be
I really don’t know what love is
Hope I’ll someday learn from you this
I’m enchanted with everything you are
I really want to be with you there
Your life is to share…
Something tells me that you are mine
What I feel for you will never decline
Sometimes when I think of you, I blush
Have your own way…I don’t wanna rush
I can wait for you all my life.

Suddenly the Bard's words have a whole new meaning in these kids' mouths... :)

Monday, November 23, 2009

Breakin all tha rulez


Today's Thoughts...

When I started to ride my bike, I made myself promise not to break five very simple, very cardinal rules. Everybody else did it, said I, but not me. Oh no. Fearful farang that I am, there’s no way I’d ever…

Rules of the Road:

1) I hereby promise to never squeeze through traffic with approximately 4 to 6 inches between myself and the two pick-ups on either side of me. (Okay, but sometimes, you really don’t have time to wait in line at that traffic light.)

2) I hereby promise to never rideth o motorcy upon the footpath of man (aka the sidewalk). (Again, no time, really just no time.)

3) I hereby promise to never run a red light be it as it may that red lights (not at intersections!) are in fact optional in this city. (If no one else is waiting…I mean you just look dumb.)

4) I hereby promise to never ride upon the highway in reverse. (But really? Are you going to go all the way down to the next U-turn because you missed your turn-off by 10 feet? No, I didn’t think so.)

5) I hereby promise to never be struck by a moving vehicle that nudges me across two lanes and looks at me like I’m the one who caused him grief in his shiny silver Civic while he undoubtedly curses my name to the girl on the other end of his mobile phone. (Seriously. C’mon. I’m on two wheels. You hit ME.)

I hereby promise not to make any more promises. Last time I checked, I was still in Asia. Here, I’m playin by their rules.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Good Eats Penang

Buddhas at Kek Lok Si Temple


Today's Thoughts...
Alright, so as promised, I will return to the saga of October Break, picking up with the deliciousness that is the food capital of Malaysia: Penang. Let me say that the cuisine certainly unbelievably lives up to the hype. I’m talking, some of the best dishes I’ve ever had in Asia (and I ADORE Thai food!) and right on the street corner at a plastic table and chairs. Incredible! I was in nothing but food coma for about a week and thoroughly fulfilled my plans to eat my way through Penang, so I’ll just sprinkle a little of that tasty garnish in this post…

Nasi Lemak- a Penang Favorite


Plopping down with PiA fellows Alex and Agnes in their cool apartment complete with huge gorgeous swimming pool downstairs, I set up camp for an unexpectedly extended stay in Penang. I stepped off the plane into the absurdity that is the Penang transport system. That is, crazy bus lines that wrap and wind around the city, a dearth of taxis, and as per non KL-Bangkokian SE Asia style, no subway, womp, womp. :) No bigs. I lugged my oversized bags onto the nearest bus and proceeded on a nearly three hour journey utterly lost (of course I’d be lost) around the city. No cell phone in sight, I had no way of reaching Alex and Aggie so I just went with the flow and managed to make friends with an elderly Chinese woman who convinced me I would be going on a Buddhist temple retreat with her later in the week (complete with cell phone numbers, addresses, and emails) and an Iranian photo-journalist and graphic design student who asked me to be a model for some of his latest work. Sweating, dragging at least my weight in luggage; that was the last thing I was expecting at the end of my incredibly long journey. The last thing, but perhaps the best as he had once lived precisely where Alex and Aggie do and unlike the scores of university students and bus drivers who had no idea what I was talking about when I asked over and again for directions (you know, panting, dripping, heaving bags) and dropped me and my entourage off right at their doorstep for free! Sometimes it does help to play up the damsel in distress card occasionally ;) (More on that thought in Indo…)

Their Pool!!


If you haven’t noticed already, Penang and Malaysia in general is a HUGE melting pot of peoples. That’s what explains the overabundance and variety of great SE Asian eats there. The major population divides of Malaysia are among the Chinese and Indian populations and the ethnic Malay. In Penang, that’s amplified with mixtures of Acehnese, Thai, Burmese, and pretty much a healthy dose of all the culture SE Asia has to offer. Which means barrios of all sorts, shops of every kind, and listening to a conversation that starts to you in English, turns to a friend in their native tongue, and asks a question of a fellow Penangite (sp?) in Bahasa Malaysia. But I digress, back to the food.

Me with Hokkien Mee

During my stay, I managed to make it through about nine of the twelve top dishes of Penang including Char Koay Teow (Chinese fried noodles with seafood, eggs, etc. and my favorite of all the dishes), Hokkien Mee (Hokkien Chinese soup with spices, meats, and boiled eggs), Laksa (the deliciously creamy fish-ball curry-esque soup and my second favorite), Mee Goreng (Indian fried noodle), Mee Rebus (Indian sweet noodle soup with boiled egg), Nasi Kandar (Indian Muslim rice and curry and meat), Nasi Lemak (a Penang favorite of rice, boiled egg, and meat), Maggie Mee (Ramen-type noodles fried and perfect after a night of drinks), and of course some Mango Lassi to top it off. And I can’t remember the rest. And I barely tipped the iceberg. It was like hopping through Asia on my plate. I’m salivating as we speak. Ok. I’m going to stop. But the noodles, I’m telling you! Orgasmic, really. My first full day there, I did all the highlights of Georgetown, Penang’s downtown district and hub. I went to Little India, Chinatown, the Esplanade along the sea (Penang is an island btw, how did I not realize that before?), famous Hindu temples, famous mosques, the Khoo Kong Si Chinese clan house, St. George’s Church, home and museum of the man they call the Rockefeller of the East Cheong Fat Tze, and the Penang State Museum to name a few.

Exhibits of Nonya Culture at Penang State Museum


The State museum was my favorite spot because of the plethora of exhibits of Penang’s ridiculously rich cultural legacy. I’m somewhat addicted to anything that screams heritage, racial/ethnic legacy, pretty much all that anthro-type stuff we learned in the fine halls of Princeton ;) So the museum was a huge hit with full on displays of Penang’s many groups, when they came, their courtship practices, food background, opium dens, arranged marriages, etc. Loved it, loved it.

Hands off the Balls


Next day, I plopped on several buses and made my way to the most beautiful temple I have ever seen, purportedly the largest in SE Asia. The Kek Lok Si Temple, or the “Temple of Supreme Bliss,” is known as the Temple of the Thousand Buddhas for the thousand plus statues of the Buddha that dot its terraces, walkways, and peaks.

Kek Lok Si Temple Complex


It is also home of the enormous statue of Kuan Yin, of whom I purchased a large fold out wall hanging for her uncanny resemblance to the Virgin Mary standing on the serpent Satan while Yuan stands on the back of a dragon, halo adorning her porcelain frame. The temple complex is also known for the composition of its highest temple peak which has Chinese, Thai, and Hindu architecture from base to crest. Breath-takingly beautiful and inspiring. I could spend hours just hanging out up there and did, looking over the city as the sun sank low in the sky. ::sighs:: Oh, Asia.

Offering Tiles at Kek Lok Si


When I wasn’t engorging myself on noodles, rice, and curries or hiking my way up to sacred ground, I was bopping around on buses, indulging in the icy refreshing flavor of Jazz beer, having cheery dark-skinned Indian men laugh and point at their skin, shouting “Same! Same!” to me, and conscripting a fellow partner in SE Asian crime to follow me. My fourth day in Penang, Dylan flew in to spend a couple more days with me soaking up food and fun.

Our first stop was SoHo bar and pub where we danced till we were breathless to the tunes of…Footloose? In Asia? WHAT! Reliving some high school glory days of golden pumps and jean skirt cut-offs, I rocked like I was had been back on stage belting “I Need a Hero” yesterday. Oh we brought it all right. Perhaps to our chagrin, had we cared enough to notice, the entirety of the bar saw just how well (or hideously)we brought it complete with air guitars, squeals, and choreographed dancing. Move over Kek Lok Si. That was a sight to behold.

Cheesy Nan Deliciousness


As if the sunset over the thousand buddhas wasn’t enough, indulging in Dylan’s love of all things that go boom and vroom, we decided his second day there to catch an ancient furnicular to Penang Hill, the highest look-out point and retreat in the city. Swept northward by its cool breezes, we climbed into the rickety cars and managed to make it to the top just in time for the sun to unfold its rays of fiery reds and fierce oranges over a perfectly blue blue sky. Cameras could never fully capture the magic in that, the skyline of Penang beneath us.

Penang Skyline from Penang Hill


The Hindu temple, mosque, and night time fire-show made the long trip up and back more than well worth the journey. Much more worth the price of admission than the horrifying gated two building compound down near the Esplanade that they call Fort Cornwallis. Ooh, not worth the money, energy, anything. Had the feeling not quite of fading glory, but glory that never was with carny costumed “soldiers,” a megaphone that boomed the time to the backdrop of anthem music and something like a twenty-one gun salute. Kind of like a mini theme park gone awfully wrong.

Dylan in Prison at Fort Cornwallis


But most of the trip to Penang was just right. Exactly what was needed after the stresses (and beauty!) of Vietnam and the commercialism (and comfort!) of Singapore. Perfect slice of SE Asia topped with a little bit of sunset for flavor—delectable.

Monday, November 9, 2009

In Honor of a King.


Today's Thoughts...

Today in class there was a rare moment. I got choked up, almost to the point of tears. Naturally I shrugged and tried to make light of it, but for once I couldn’t. You see we were talking about American icons and so I showed a video of MLK (Martin Luther King Jr.) giving his “I have a dream” speech when it occurred to me that my students had no clue what Civil Rights meant, what the 'dream' was about, or why it was and is so incredibly important to our country and to me. I don't know when the last time was when I thought about what it really means to me and for... me. When I told them that not too long ago people like me couldn’t drink water from the same fountains as others and that we were barred from even going to school with other children, they were all in shock. ‘You mean teacher because you look Black?’ Well, because I am Black. Something about watching MLK stand at the foot of the Lincoln Monument, explaining the inspiring significance of Obama in the White House, and watching the recognition dawn on their faces about their own exuberant ‘Obama, Obama!’s’ here in Thailand… it hit me somewhere deep. And I wasn’t expecting that.

Update: For the quiz that week, I had my students answer some questions on segregation and the importance of the dates 1863, 1963, and 2008 in American history (obviously with regards to race and the racial divide). I got back some wonderfully heartfelt responses from my students at the bottom of their quizzes and here was one of the notes to me:
"We could not jude the book by is cover, your heart and your skin are not the same. You're very kindness, gentle, lovely. We love you because your behave and good things you have don. Love is Color Blind. [insert drawing of a crying baby]." You know, these kids constantly find new ways to touch me.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Twisted


Today's Thoughts...

Well, it’s November and I’m asking myself when the heck I let that happen. Chiang Mai is cold (was that possible?!) and of course by cold, I mean 60 Farenheit which after five months of skin boiling heat waves, leaves me shivering on my bike as my skirt flies up time and again sending goosebumps up my thighs. Ah well. So funny story. I decided it’d be cool to try changing up my hair a bit. I was getting a wee bit tired of rockin the fro so I did up a bunch of twists all over the place one night and rolled out without a thought. Well by the utter commotion caused in the coffee break room/kitchen at work, you would have thought I’d gone out and shaved my skull. Me, five teachers, and ten hands in my hair pulling, tugging, trying to unravel the tight spirals, and murmuring in approval when they sprang back into place. Everyone was utterly transfixed by my deadlocks. Yes, deadlocks. So after two or three teachers remarked on how cute they were, who did it for me, WHAT you did them yourself, can I have some, oh of course now how silly my hair could never do it, WHAT it can! (you get the picture), I was contemplating three things. Do I tell them they word they were searching for was dreadlocks, not deadlocks? Do I try to insert some knowledge about how they’re now called locs, not dreadlocks because it sounds awful? Do I try to convince them that I in fact do not have deadlocks or dreadlocks or locs, but twists? Well, I settled on the latter as that took more time, thought energy, and vocabulary than I thought I’d ever had for the plush and woolly coils on my head. Suffice it to say, the change was something of a curious hit. I can’t wait to see what’ll happen when I show up Monday with…cornrows? Good god!
More on the updates of October vaca in Penang and Indo and the recent ridiculousness of the Loi Krathong Festival coming ASAP ;)