Blog series 1- Words: The friend who translates

As a traveller, I know that knowing the right words to say in another language can often make traveling a lot easier.  The problem that most travellers have is not the lack of words; but the lack of knowledge of how to express their words in the local language of the country they’re in. 

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Thus, body language becomes important in this aspect. Travellers either rely on their past knowledge of the language, an app that can translate the language for them (also known as a language dictionary- if you believe in books), or of the local’s ability to converse in another language, of which both parties are familiar with. Here in South East Asia, this familiar language is English.

Many travellers, who come to Phuket, find that many locals know how to speak English. I have met people who have come here to stay for at least 6 months and then leave and still retain the same amount of Thai vocabulary - zero. In a tourist destination like Phuket, a foreigner can easily surround his or herself with other foreigners who only speak English. Or, they can have friends who speak both English and Thai and can translate for them. These two groups are often times the only community that a traveller has in such a place like Phuket. Thus, one never really learns Thai. You can get away with speaking in English all the time.

But I am not here to write about these types of travellers. I am here to write about the traveller’s friend who translates for them.  In fact, I’m really going to write about translating in general. There are pros and cons to being the friend who knows both English and the local language (in this case- Thai). I will attempt to explore these pros and cons as I draw purely from my own experience of translating for my friends. 

The local greeting for a woman in Thai -*picture mine*

Pros

• 1.     You make friends easily

Knowing the local language among a group of people who don’t, is like having a bag of candy to give away during recess time in elementary school; people flock to you and all of a sudden become “your friend”.

• 2.     Translating breaks the ice 

I have made friends and started good conversations from simply stopping and helping out a struggling traveller by translating for them.

• 3.     You become the centre of attention and your value increases

As I mentioned in the previous point, people flock to you and become your friend; people who didn’t pay attention to you before all of a sudden are so interested because they need your help. Your contribution is all of a sudden valuable. It’s funny how that works.

• 5.     You impress people

Sometimes I feel like people see me as “smarter” just because I know another language. But really, learning a new language is like learning anything – if you don’t study it, you don’t learn it.  

• 6.     You avoid or resolve conflicts more quickly

If someone in your foreign friend group has a problem with an order at a restaurant, or if your group gets lost, you can easily communicate with the locals to resolve the problem or find directions to where you need to go.

• 7.     You can become the head of the discussion

Because you’re really the one that knows all the information being communicated, you’d have to initiate the group discussions and make all the announcements. This is sometimes a pros to some people because it makes them feel important.

 Cons

• 1.     You are taken for granted 

people maybe impressed but that’s usually just at the start. Just like with anything in life, new things become routine and routine is taken for granted. And even at the start, I have sometimes found that I am not thanked for my effort in translating for someone. I can count on one hand the number of people who have turned to me and said “Thank you” to me after I have translated a complicated order of food for them.

• 2.     You are expected to translate 

So at the start, you may have impressed people, but pretty soon they expect you to translate. The shift happens from “Oh good! You can translate for me” to “Why aren’t you saying anything? This would be a lot easier if you could just tell her this order in *insert local language”. Trust me it happens, I am writing from experience.

• 3.     You don’t get paid

 I did a little research on how much money it would cost to learn a new language. I chose to research the Thai language, since I am in Thailand and that is the local language. One school listed their 12 weeks intensive Thai language course to be at 73,000 baht, about $ 2,281 dollars, per person. At the end of this program students are expected to be able to converse, read and write in simple Thai. Some private language teachers may charge about 500 baht ($15 dollars) per hour for a beginner’s course where they teach simple vocabulary, grammar, and letter tracing of the Thai alphabet. If you calculated the time and money that goes into learning Thai fluently - it’s a lot of money. Unless you are actually working as a translator, you don’t get paid whenever you translate your friend’s request. I never took an intensive course in Thai; I lived and immersed myself in the Thai language. If you take the time and money I have spent in flying here and living here, I am sure it would cost more than the estimated price I listed.  

• 4.     You’re always at the front lines 

You are always at the front of the group conversing with the receptionist about your hotel room booking, or you are always the one trying to get everyone else’s attention to tell them an announcement that your bus schedule got moved to a different time, or you’re the one translating food orders for the waitress at a restaurant. This makes traveling a little bit more stressful if you don’t like being in these situations all the time.  

Pronounced: "Jai Yen"- a popular local saying in Thailand to say "Chill out". *art mine*

• 5.     People get annoyed if you don’t translate 

If you do get tired of always talking and translating, it leaves others to fend for themselves and converse with the locals using their own knowledge of the language. This can actually be a pro, because it can be quite comical – but only for you. Your friends may be struggling, and if they have gotten used to you always helping them out with the language, they will all of a sudden be outside of their comfort zone. This may change their view of you sometimes, before you were their friend, now you’re just a selfish and unhelpful person.

• 6.     You have to witness people be rude to the locals  

Some people who can’t speak the local language can get annoyed at their incompetence in communicating with the locals. They may express this annoyance by making fun of the locals or talking bad about the fact that the locals cannot understand them, despite the fact that they are not in an English speaking country.

• 7.     YOU BECOME A CRUTCH to your friend’s cultural experience 

Sometimes, struggling with communication is part of the cultural travel experience. The most growth we often experience are outside of our comfort zone, this applies even to languages. And with language being so interwoven into a country’s culture, the traveller can miss something if he or she never has an opportunity to practice conversing in it.

Despite all of these cons, I do not mind translating for my friends. Although a good balance between the two is still needed. As a friend, I do want to help my other foreign friends who travel to Thailand, but I do it as a favor, I don’t want the expectation to have to do it all the time. It’s nice to avoid problems that come with miscommunication in traveling, but at the same time you also want room for your friends to grow in their interaction with the culture.  And with the money, if I really cared that much about being reimbursed for my efforts in translating, I would look for an actual job in translating. Language is valuable, but those who learn the language and care enough to help others who do not, are also valuable. They are people taking the time to help another person; a simple “Thank you for translating that” would be enough.

Blog Series 1- Words: Little Toy Guns

A song for this sojourn: "Little Toy Guns"

Words are powerful; words can bring life or death.

Our words can save a life or destroy one. Our biggest regrets are often times the wrong words we had said. Words can hurt and words can heal. Conflict can happen when we do not have the right words to express our needs.

During the past couple of months, I experienced the power of words - in a negative way. I found that words had the power to break a relationship and drag in a string of regret.

Country singer Carrie Underwood expresses the power of words in her song “Little Toy Guns”, as she expresses the damage caused by negative verbal communication. This song compares a classic positive childhood experience, of playing with toy guns, with a classic negative adult experience, of breaking relationships. The former is innocent and playful, the latter guilty and regretful. 

Irony spills through the words as she sings: 

“I wish words were like little toy guns, 

no sting, no hurt no one, 

just a bang bang 

rollin' off your tongue”. 

The irony lies in the fact that much damage can be done by something that seems so small and insignificant, such as a toy gun. We let words roll out of our tongue just as easily as we would point a plastic gun to someone and pretend to shoot them. We don't even think twice about the fact that the pain we cause with our words, could hurt just as much as a gunshot wound would from a real gun. 

This is a lesson that my mother has been trying to teach me all my life, and it is a lesson that I will have to re-learn over and over again. 

I encourage you to give this song a chance and listen to it, even if you do not like "country". I find that this song is more country pop than it is country twang. The music video is also very effective in getting the point across. 

Chorus:

I wish words were like little toy guns

No smoke, no bullets, no kick from the trigger when you pull it

No pain, no damage done

I wish words were like little toy guns

Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue

I wish words were like little toy guns

Carrie Underwood - Little Toy Guns

Blog series explained

Hello! I am back from the dead.

I’ll bore you with the cliché that most lazy bloggers, like me, use: 

“I haven’t posted anything in a while.”

Phew! That was hard to admit, now that it’s out in the open... 

please keep reading… 

I am deciding to re-shape my blogging routine. As I keep traveling on this journey that most people call ‘life’, I find that particular sojourns revolve around exploring certain topics, themes and lessons. As I write, I find myself going back to whatever topic seems to reoccur in my thoughts, conversations and actions for that particular time period. Rather than inconsistently posting one long entry about my experiences and inspirations, I am deciding to post shorter entries related to the same topic. Hence, here is the start to blog series 1: Words

Blog Series 1: 

Chewing on Words 

What are words?

Words are sounds. 

Words make up a language.

With a mere utterance of a sound, 

or with the click of a tongue,

                            ideas are communicated. 

Ideas that bring change, stability, 

                           creation or destruction.

With words, cultures and communities are formed. 

With words,

                           history 

                           is 

                           remembered.

With words, we converse with other beings,

                           the mortal and immortal.

A song for this sojourn: "MOVING" - John Fulbright

My father's choice in music has influenced my taste in music, thus drawing me to this song. With a bluegrass and lazy Sunday afternoon feel, John Fulbright serenades the transient phases of my sojourn.
I included the full lyrics of the song as it does the job in communicating some of my own thoughts. 

Old man broke down on the side of the road

Stop and see if maybe I can lighten his load

He opened the door and he thanked me in kind

Told me the words that would open my mind

(he said)

Don't worry about gasoline

We're moving

Don't worry about the tv screen

We're moving

Don't worry about the bombs that fall

We're moving

Don't worry about nothing at all

There's a man in the alley just a'singing the blues

Telling everybody that they're born to lose

Well one day he'll wake up and see the sun

See that everyday we're breathing is a day we've won

There's times the lines get hard to see

And there's days the haze takes over me

But in the end you're gonna grit your teeth

And keep moving

Well the world will keep turning when I'm dead and gone

I'll see you again and it won't be too long

Maybe we'll meet in a place where there ain't no pain

Until that day my song remains

"Moving"-John Fulbright

Martyrs

There are people you meet on this journey who you know are martyrs. 

They are the ones who lift your heart up, because of their passion for life; but then break it, because they believe in a cause. A cause strong enough to lead them to death. These are the people who remind you of the happiness and the pain of life. They are the ones who personify the "beautiful disasters" - the super novas that explode with a cosmic beauty of light, color and destruction.

The beauty of their element, who they were truly meant to be, shines out in your memory. Then, the page is turned and news of their death threatens to suffocate you. Their goodness, their light and their glory brings peace to your mind - it makes you feel at home - a taste of heaven. But the darkness, ever present in their life, strangles your thoughts and shakes everything you once thought was solid. It is not that they have become darkness, it is the fact that darkness was present with such a precious light.

It is the oxymoron on this side of heaven. 

Good and Evil. 

Life and Death. 

Laughter and Tears. 

Beauty and Pain.

Martyrs were made into heroes because they had tasted the light and had devoted themselves to battling the demons that brought the darkness. Sometimes they had taken a plunge into the deepest parts of their hearts to face the demons within. It is this plunge that makes them a martyr. It is this plunge that leads them towards death - a death of some kind.

On this part of my journey I have only witnessed the plunge of a beautiful soul. I am afraid I might loose this soul, but I am hopeful for victory. One thing I know and anticipate, the veil of darkness will be lifted and I will find change. Whether it is the death of a stubborn will, the silence of a corpse, or a new life of victory, I know I will not meet the same person.

How to pick a journal - according to me

Journaling it is not just a record of the day, or of your thoughts. Some say it's an art, a stress reliever, or an inexpensive form of emotional therapy. Journaling is more than just pen, paper and words. Journaling is a relationship, consisting of a correspondence between the world, your journey, and your heart.

I started journaling when I was in third grade. I had a pen pal who sent me a pink journal with a picture of a cat on the cover. My pen pal was quite a few years older than I was, so of course, I thought she was the coolest person in the world. Her gift to me was magic. I wrote down everything I did during the day in the best third grade grammar and penmanship I had. Everything from, what I ate at breakfast, what I watched on TV, to what I cried about that day.
I was consistent, just like anyone else would be with journaling; and I wrote everyday for about...a week. But I was consistently, inconsistent. I would go about my days without writing, but every so often, something would bring me back to the pages that would be my silent confidant. The pages would bear however heavy the burdens were, however painful the wounds, however joyful the news, however hollow the heart was and however wet the tears were.
The years passed and I left my pink journal to the keepsake of my mother's home and I flew halfway around the world for education's name. I don't know how it happened but eventually I found myself writing on spiral bound, college ruled notebooks bought from Walmart. My handwriting was horrendous, and I was too cheap to spend money on a book my hand writing would desecrate. So I stuck with the notebooks, and oh how I have accumulated the notebooks!
I eventually learned that in my years of journaling, every book I journaled in, no matter what kind, always had enough pages for a season of my life; and mind you, it wasn't planned. I was still inconsistent as ever! I began noticing this trend when I started college.
My last journal had ended after high school graduation. I moved to a new country and began a new journal. It ended after a summer I would never forget, a summer that changed my life. The next season that came was a season of storm. Again the journal ended with the season, when I was able to look back on all that happened and realized I lived to write about it.
In 2013, to celebrate the New Year, I decided on getting a new journal - NEW in every sense of the word. I was done with the cheap notebooks, and I wanted to invest in a more meaningful book to hold my heart. This was a symbol to how I wanted the new year to be. I wanted to do life differently.
I went to the store by myself with all the time in the world, I had to be picky about what book I was to buy. It wouldn't just be a book, it would be my companion for that next season of life.
The journal I picked out is still with me today; and I am still consistently inconsistent with writing, but major milestones are written within its pages. There are stories of high's and low's, tears and joys, love and hate, faith and doubt, clarity and confusion.
Now, as I am approaching the end of one journey and preparing for a major life move, I decided to see how many pages I had left in my journal. Sure enough, the number of pages left will be exactly how much I need to document how this season of life will turn out to be.

I do not know how avid of a "journaler" you are, or how well you can relate to this. But, obtaining a journal is a ceremony in itself. Here are a couple pointers that I observed that are key to picking out the right journal

• Take your time! 
• - If you are rushed then you will make a decision you could regret. This is a book you can potentially take everywhere with you.
• Catch your eye- 
• If you are anything like me, you would judge a book by its cover. So consider what kind of cover would catch your eye. What kinds of book covers have you been attracted to? What kinds of journals have you had in the past? Which had your favorite covers?
• Reflect your color - 
• Color is not just your favorite color, its the one your eye looks at and is drawn to. Pick a color that you know you would most likely pick when you are in any mood, a color that seems to welcome you in and you feel safe with. 
• Feel the shape and texture - 
• I like to hold the book in both hands, feel the weight, feel the texture of the cover and pages. The book should also fit within my hands like an old friend's hands would. 
•  Know your weight - 
• I like to journal in places of solitude, often times reaching those places requires hiking, therefore I tend to pick lighter-weight books. Think about how much luggage you can take when you go to the places you do to journal, or if you travel for vacation. Think about how your journal would do in packing for those events. You don't want a heavy weight journal you can never take with you.
• Keep your space - 
• One of my pet peeve is when the spine of the book does not lie all the way flat when opened, this makes the opposite page stay up and hit my hand when I am writing. It does not provide much space for my hands to move across the pages. Does this bother you too? 
• Know your lines- 
• Think about how spaced out the lines are, what color the lines are, or if you want lines in the pages at all. Also beware of some journals having pre-printed Bible verses or inspirational quotes on the pages. Because of my carefree and sporadic handwriting, I need lines to keep my sentences straight. But if it weren't for this, I would pick a book with blank pages, it gives me more freedom to not just write words, but to draw pictures when words are not enough to capture a moment.
• See how it falls - 
• When you drop the book, will it open up its pages readily? I am very private with my journals, I'd be happy if nobody on this earth ever read my journals. I picked a journal that had an enclosing cover that had a magnetic clasp for the front. There are many designs to pick how you want your journal to be private, some have actual locks on the journal. 

Ultimately, in picking a journal, one doesn't necessarily find a book to "reflect your personality" or "who you are"; but rather "who you trust", and "what feels or looks safe" to you. Journaling should be safe, writing down what is in the heart is a scary and vulnerable task in itself. The book that encloses the words of someone's heart and soul should be worthy enough to bear those words. 

A phone camera photo diary: Moab, Utah

Just two weeks ago I was privileged to go to the land of Moab, Utah. I was out in the desert for a total of five days. Moab is an attraction for people who maybe climbers, mountain bikers and/or even tourists. There are amazing rock formations that offer routes for climbers, slick rock for the daring mountain bikers and Arches National Park for those wanting to see one of the amazing sights that America has to offer. With in this dry, arid and hot deserted land of rock, sand and shrubs lies amazing adventures waiting to be discovered.