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I want to be single. So I can flirt care-free.
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| Clinical. D: |
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Had my first clinical for my CNA training yesterday. It was so stressful 'cuz I felt so lost. It wasn't really officially a clinical, but just a clinical orientation. Still, I felt lost. Now I'm freaking out about the next clinical.
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[13 Dec 2007|04:18pm] |
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No, I'm not a xenophobe... I actually don't have too much of a problem with illegal immigrants. We just don't want this "cousin" from Thailand coming back to the United States ever again because her family tried to kill us back in Thailand, that's all. She's the one coming here just to have her babies be US citizens.
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...Now I have to find another store that sells those white (student nursing) uniforms. I found one, and their smallest size was way too BIG.
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[12 Dec 2007|03:32pm] |
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Actually, I take that back. Suicide isn't the most selfish thing one can do. I was conforming to my classmates in my online class.
That last entry was just a post I made on the discussion board in BlackBoard for my psych class. But hey! It caught your attention!!!!! It's nice knowing my good ol' friends are still here on LJ.
Here's my question:
Is it legal for someone who has a tourist visa to come to the United States for the sole purpose of giving birth to a baby, just so her baby could be a US citizen? Then after giving birth, she goes right back to her country.
The answer is probably yes, since I've read some discussions, and they said it was legal.
I found out that this kind of practice is called birth tourism.
I read somewhere that babies born in the US by an illegal immigrant are called anchor babies, because they "anchor" their parents to the US.
I just don't think it's right. But then, it's not right to stop someone from visiting the country just because she was pregnant... I mean, maybe she had no idea she was gonna give birth during her trip. But for someone who has this all planned.... It's so wrong - especially for someone who wants to come back to this country to possibly cause my family or me harm.
Writing a letter to the United States Immigration, telling them about how this person came to the US just have her baby born on US soil... I really doubt that's gonna work.
Yeah, I don't know who to talk to or ask about this stuff. Lawyers, maybe?
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| The right to die. |
[11 Dec 2007|05:07pm] |
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Whether someone has the right to take his or her own life, really depends on the situation.
In the case of suicide, no one wants that to happen, of course, because suicide is probably one of the most selfish things one can do, because it hurts everyone else around them. Suicide doesn't just damage family and friends emotionally, but financially, reputationally, and in every other way. We really have to do our best to convince them not to kill themselves. I think many people who are suicidal can be irrational during that time, so if convincing them to stop doesn't work, then maybe strapping them down in a bed would possibly work. If THAT doesn't work, even after knowing we've done all we can to prevent it, there is nothing much else we can do after the suicidal person takes his or her own life.
There may be a special situation like this: If someone has to take his or her own life to save a loved one, like his or her own child. If this was for sure the ONLY way to save the child, then I'm sure the person should have a right to take his or her own life. There could be millions of other tough situations relating to taking one's life - it would be different for everyone, because everyone has different values.
When it comes to a dying family member who is in a vegetative state, I don't think the physician should be able to decide whether should live or die. He should tell the family members all that he knows, and give them every option possible, along with the consequences for each. The family should be the ones to decide whether the dying one should still have life support, continue getting medication, or "pull the plug". Only the family would know what's best for the dying person and what the dying person would want if he or she would be able to decide for him or herself. The only time the physician should decide is if the family members really have absolutely no idea at all what to do and insist that the physician decide. If the dying person is in a vegetative state and has no family members or even close friends, then that would be a time for the physician to decide.
If the dying person is actually conscious and awake, it is hard to decide whether the dying one or the family members should decide what to do. There are some people in a a state like that - conscious and fully awake and talking - but they could be thinking irrationally, so maybe letting them decide their death would not be a good idea. At this point, we go back to the suicide situation, on whether someone as the right to take his or her own life.
This is a very difficult topic to discuss, since it involves moral and ethical issues. Everyone thinks differently.
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[18 Oct 2007|01:29am] |
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Why do a lot of people hate goths?
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[04 Oct 2007|09:06am] |
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So... How did some of these people friend me on LJ anyway? How'd they find me?
I'm going to a CNA info meeting today. I just thought I'd get started with the collecting-experience-for-nursing thing. I'm really nervous about doing this job because I don't know if I make beds the right way, I've never given a bath for anyone, and I'm so afraid the nurses who supervise me will be mean! :(
I mean, this is gonna be really hard for me, being the kind of person who's worked very little in her life. I don't even do chores at home.
Well, it's just a meeting. And I don't have to decide for sure if I'm going to do it yet.
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| 9/11 |
[11 Sep 2007|10:06am] |
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Remember September 11th, 2001.
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[26 Aug 2007|05:53pm] |
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I seem to be unsatisfied with the many blogs I've been keeping ever since the first time I started blogging in 2003. I wish I had just one blog, so I don't have to keep visiting and logging in to all these sites just to relive some of my memories.
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[22 Aug 2007|04:21pm] |
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I was just watching Taking Back Sunday on MySpace. There's like a whole bunch of bands playing at a concert today, and it's all streaming live. It's kinda cool what technology can do for us these days. But I'm sure, it's probably more fun to be there at a live concert - kinda depends on what you like. I'm already satisfied listening to music on CDs. Or maybe I'm just afraid of getting all beat up in the mosh pits.
I'm no longer working now. Monday was my last day of work. The boss said they didn't need me there at work anymore. There was nothing much to do there. It's been slow everyday. My mom's upset about it, one of the reasons being that she bought me all these clothes from Thailand and from like every store she walks into at the mall... Now they're gonna be sitting in the closet for a long time. And now I won't be paying my own bills for a while.
My parents were upset with me that day just because they started thinking about how I really loved to go to school but NOT work. Well, I'm afraid of work - mostly because I hate doing something wrong. I don't want my supervisor to get mad at me or think that I'm stupid. I don't like getting the idea that my own family members think I'm not that intelligent. My parents aren't satisfied about me because they're comparing me to their co-workers kids. They're all going to MIT and Harvard.
"When I was applying for colleges at the time, all I wanted to do was to get into college," I said. "I didn't care what school I was accepted to. I didn't know what schools were the best. I didn't apply to UCLA or Berkeley or any other UCs other than UC San Diego and UC Riverside and Cal Poly Pomona."
"See? That's how stupid you are," said my dad.
That's not the first time I get these kinds of remarks from my dad. It hurts, of course. Sometimes my own sister gives me that same idea. I can't say I enjoy hearing these lines.
It's all about money for my family. Yes, money can make our lives easier and easier lives can make us happy. But I don't want to obsess about money. I sometimes feel like I'm trying too hard to get myself to like nursing.
I hope to become a certified nursing assistant soon this fall so I can really see what the RNs really do. They're the ones supervising me, right? Or maybe it's the LVNs... But whatever.
I have so much pressure on me. My mom can only think of me applying to University of Washington, which is supposedly one of the best nursing schools in the nation. Washington or Michigan - either one of those. *sigh*
Not happy.
At least CB's gonna visit tomorrow. That should cheer me up. I hope.
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| Food at an English Pub |
[20 Aug 2007|02:25pm] |
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This was an Irish breakfast I had when I arrived in London.
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| Greetings from London. |
[09 Aug 2007|05:15pm] |
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Just arrived in London today. Don't have much planned, other than going down to Swanage to visit my mom's friend, who she hasn't seen in SO many years.
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| I'm gonna miss the meteor shower while I'm in London!! |
[07 Aug 2007|11:27pm] |
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Last night, I went outside and I was so happy that I was able to see the "teapot" in the sky for the first time.
I just smiled once I recognized it. Very exciting! I'm finally able to find constellations in the sky, after all these years... I remember when I first saw a map of constellations in The Big Book of Stars and Planets, the first book about space I ever got when I was six or seven.
I was looking forward to this meteor shower coming up around August 12th. They're called the Perseids. Looks like it won't be likely that I'll be seeing them, because London is cloudy all the time, and at night, the city lights are so bright. *sigh* Man.
At least there's a lunar eclipse to look forward to later on the 28th of this month. =)
Yes, I'm going to London! Finally, a trip to Europe. It's just me, my dad, and my mom. My sister would just ruin the trip. She knows it.
At first, we were thinking of touring through a few countries in Europe - Spain, Italy, Belgium, Netherlands, France and United Kingdom - for about thirteen days. Looks like for sure, we'll be in England for about a week.
It's kinda sad that we haven't really planned anything at all. I have many things I want to see or visit, including Westminster Abbey, the London Eye, Stonehenge, and Oxford.
Er, it's really late, and I should get to sleep. I'm supposed to get up around 4:30 AM. =(
I'm really afraid of being clueless in London because we have nothing planned. I don't even know how we're getting from Heathrow Airport to the Hilton London Euston Hotel. =(
Good luck to us!
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I watched Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix last night. I enjoyed it. =) Everytime I read or watch Harry Potter I wish I went to a nice school like Hogwarts.
Looks like my parents and I may be taking a trip to England and France next month! I'm very excited! I should probably look at learning a little bit of French, just in case.
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[11 Jul 2007|09:39am] |
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I finished reading A Brief History of Time while on the flight back home. A lot of the stuff I read was great thinking, I think, but so many of those concepts are very difficult to grasp. I'd had to sit and think about it for a long time to get it.
Astrophysics. That was my attempt to be smart. There will be other attempts later. =\
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| I wish CrescentGirl was real. |
[10 Jul 2007|03:29pm] |
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I registered for classes at Chaffey yesterday:
1. Organic and Biochemistry
2. Archery!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm very excited, and I can't wait 'til the semester starts!
I picture myself doing archery more often than ever now. It's probably a lot harder than it looks. I don't have much arm strength. I tried pulling back the little gun-like crossbow at Justin house one night, and I couldn't even do it! Justin's dad said something about 90 pounds about that crossbow. I'd probably have to start with something lighter than that!
I watched The Weatherman maybe like a year ago, and I remember seeing the protagonist pick up archery as a hobby. Kinda funny - he meant for his daughter to try archery out, but he was the one who ended up liking it instead.
I know it's just a movie, but if a weatherman can suddenly do archery, maybe I can too!
Alex even told me of this girl who's only done archery for about two years or so, and she's already in the Olympics! Dang.
I just gotta work hard. Hopefully archery will be something fun enough to focus on.
I've tried piano, classical Thai dancing, guitar, drawing, karate, knitting, scrapbooking, golf, photography. The passion just comes and goes. Well, I still like photography, but maybe I should figure out some better techniques. But archery... Yeah...
Man, I've been looking to get into an archery class ever since the beginning of this year, 2007.
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I'm eating leftover Church's Chicken mashed potatoes for breakfast.
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| 10:58 AM, Thursday, July 5, 2007 |
[08 Jul 2007|06:56pm] |
When Keamy’s mother gave birth to her in a toilet bowl, my mom and her sisters ran to save the baby by taking her to the hospital. My mom said she was the one who carried the baby. I’m sure she felt like it was a big mistake to do that now. Mommy is heart-broken ever since this big family problem started. She and Daddy did all they could to help Keamy give birth to her three kids in the US just so they could be a US citizen, and every time she stayed over at our place, all she had to do was pay $150 for the utility bills and stuff. Other than that, she could sit around and do nothing all day, or was free to use our car to go shopping, and my mom would do all the cooking for her.
“It’s like taking care of a poisonous cobra,” said my mom.
After that ridiculously dangerous fight Monday night, none of my relatives on our “good” side went to Pa Yai’s funeral – except for Lung Waek. He’s old, and at least seventy, but he wasn’t afraid, despite the bruises he got from Choke’s kick. Tuesday and Wednesday were the last two days of the praying and chanting. No problem happened. My uncle Lung Waek went with a friend, and thanks to my dad’s air force friend in Thailand, they had the protection from six naval soliders. My mom was paying them 200 Baht a person.
Pon came up to Lung Waek during the funeral and said, “Look, I got this bruise as I was trying to stop the fight.” Suuuuuuuuuure. Like pointing to him the night before and saying, “You don’t know who the fuck I am!” sounds a lot like trying to stop a fight.
Lung Ton came up to Lung Waek saying, “They soldiers, well, they’re just some of my buddies.” Lung Waek gave the soldiers their pay at the end of the day.
Yesterday was the last day for the praying, and because I didn’t go that day, Na Oot was the one who took the pics with my camera. Looked like a lot of people. Here’s what was really stupid that morning – some unknown person called Na Oot’s phone saying that he was a friend of his, maybe telling him something about coming or not coming to the funeral. Na Oot’s wife, Na Fon, recognized the number, and it turned out that the guy was Ed, Navin’s boyfriend. He apparently forgot that he gave Na Oot his number. Fool.
Last night, a lot of guests attended, yes. Those guys who did all the attacking – Pon and Choke – brought all their brothers this time – all big and brawny guys. We had six soldiers to guard my aunts and uncles again, along with two more cops that my cousin, Tip, brought along. I suppose all these guards kept close to my family at all times. I’m sure all the guests were wondering what’s going on – Why was my mom and Pa Aae so shaky? Those stupid brothers are so greedy, they’re dangerous.
The fact that Pon was standing like a big, tough bouncer annoyed the hell out of Pa Aae.
What’s gonna happen on the final day of the funeral – the day of cremation? That’s the day when most guests will be attending. I will be home by then. My flight’s on Saturday.
I’m going out with my friend, Ashi, today. I met her in the Miss Thailand pageant. I have some stuff I bought from Victoria’s Secret ready for her. She said she had something really cute for me as well.
Tomorrow, my mom is meeting up with her old friends from high school and college. I suppose their bringing their daughters (or sons) too.
I wanna get the final Harry Potter book and watch the new Harry Potter movie when I get home.
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| Life-Threatening Attack by the Greedy, Money-Hungry Bastards |
[08 Jul 2007|06:55pm] |
7:14 AM, Tuesday, July 3, 2007
I can see how corrupted some people in Thailand can be. I don’t know where to start.
Pa Yai is my aunt. She’s the eldest sister in her family. Pa Lek is the second child, I believe after her is Pa Aae, Lung Ton, Lung Dom, Pa Noi, Mommy and Na Oot. The mother of them all is Yaai (my wonderful, super-nice grandmother). She had a nice big house for them all to live in. (It’s actually three houses that are like three feet away from each other.) After Yaai passed away, the house now legally belongs to all her children – Pa Yai, Pa Lek, Pa Aae, Pa Noi, Mommy and Na Oot. Lung Ton and Lung Dom were the only exceptions because Yaai believed that these two are not worthy of owning this house according to their past behavior, whatever it was. This house is in Chalunsanitwong.
Pa Yai was married to Lung Pong, who was an admiral in the Royal Thai Navy. She adopted the maid’s (her name is Eet) son, Navin, to raise him as her own. Pa Yai put Navin through school and college. He now works for Virgin Radio Thailand. He’s probably around 28 right now is really fat – probably because of some seriously health problem. (He has to sleep sitting up, otherwise he can’t really breathe.)
Pa Lek married this guy – I don’t know his name. She adopted Lung Ton’s daughter, Keamy, to raise as her own. Keamy went to San Francisco to go to college and get her Master’s in business and/or marketing. I was told that for a while, she was being a lesbian, her girlfriend being Dao. Later, I remember she had a boyfriend named Joaquin. After Keamy got her Master’s, she moved back to Thailand, where she met Choke. After Keamy was three months pregnant with her first child, she and Choke came to the US to get married in Las Vegas. Keamy stayed over at our house in the US each time she gave birth to her three children. We helped her with everything ever since she’s been in the US, from getting a social security number to taking her to the hospital while she’s in labor in the middle of the night. Keamy is now about 36 or 37.
Pa Aae married Lung Waek (really super-nice uncle who loves to cook my favorite dishes for me). They have no children.
Lung Ton had this girlfriend, and she got pregnant. Supposedly, she gave birth to a girl into a toilet. The baby survived, of course – that’s Keamy. Who knows where Lung Ton’s girlfriend is now? She left. Later, that’s when Pa Lek adopted Keamy as her daughter.
Lung Dom married Pa Dah and they have two children – boy and girl – Top and Tip. All I know is that Top studied photography and Tip is now working at a news station. It seems that Lung Dom has always liked money.
Pa Noi is the aunt living with me at home on the US. She came over to take care of me and Christy, since my Yaai was getting really old.
Mommy is the youngest sister, the second-to-youngest child of the family. She moved out to the US with my dad mostly because my dad’s sister dragged him out there. I’m sure my parents don’t feel one bit of regret moving out there. It’s much safer there.
Na Oot married Na Fon. I was there at their wedding. I don’t know why, but they had a kid kind of late. Her name is Oui. She’s six now, and is in first grade. There’s a possibility that she might come out to live in the US to go to school.
That’s it for the brothers and sisters of the Ruhanont family. I don’t remember whether it was before or after I was born, but they had a maid there. She’s been serving them ever since, and she still is working there today. She is Eet, Navin’s biological mother.
After Yaai passed away in the US (she got a stroke – I was eleven – that was the only time I ever dialed 911), that’s when the family started coming apart. I believe the siblings were fighting over who gets Yaai’s ruby ring, and other stuff.
A few years later, Pa Lek passed away, and Keamy inherited her house (which is part of Yaai’s “big house”). She now lives there with Choke and her three kids. (Charlene, the first kid, is the devil. Go see her video on YouTube.) I heard Keamy was in charge of Pa Lek’s funeral to make sure she got all the money. Oh, I keep forgetting to say that Keamy went all the way to the US to get a Master’s degree is now doing absolutely nothing with it – she isn’t working. WTF?
Keamy and her husband, Choke seems to have taken over Yaai’s big house, including the maid, Eet, and even Navin and Pa Yai. Keamy doesn’t take care of her kids much – that’s what Eet, Navin and Pa Yai are doing all day. Well, Eet does housework and cooking in addition to that, and Navin works from morning until evening, and Pa Yai is the one literally chained to the house, taking care of the three kids. I almost never see Choke home.
Na Oot’s family used to live there, but moved out ‘cuz they couldn’t stand the area, and it also seemed like Keamy and Choke chased them out.
Pa Dah moved out a while ago, I think mostly because Lung Dom couldn’t stand Eet. From what I’m hearing, Eet is pretty nasty.
Pa Aae and Lung Waek have their own house in Chaeng Wattana, and that’s where I’m staying right now. During this particular trip, I’m staying in this house with Pa Aae, Lung Waek, Na Oot and his wife Na Fon and Oui and of course, my mom.
During the last trip, I came because of the Miss Thailand pageant. Who would’ve ever thought that our own relatives would bill us for every single thing including gas and food. Well, the problem we have with that is how they over-charge us for everything. They made my parents hand over 80,000 Baht. Keamy told my dad that he could come over to Thailand to watch me in the pageant, and she’d paid for the ticket. Not. My dad did come over, but she billed him the ticket.
Keamy also had her husband’s older brother, Pon, take care of me during the pageant. I feel like such a fool to trust him. He takes me out to eat, and the food probably only costs a couple hundred Baht, but somehow on the bill it comes out to at least 1000 Baht.
My mom and I came to Thailand this year to visit my dying aunt, Pa Yai. She had liver cancer, and we knew that meant that she wouldn’t be around much longer. Pa Yai is Navin’s “mom”, but somehow Pa Yai let Keamy be the person in charge of the decision-making in the hospital. It’s up-setting to know that they let her lay there in a hot room with no air condition with about 14 other sick patients. Seriously, even I couldn’t breathe in there. Totally not comfortable. I couldn’t believe they would not put her in the private, air-conditioned room for a higher fee. If my mother was very sick, I’d make sure to put her in the most comfortable room possible – forget about keeping a low budget. OMG.
When Pa Yai started getting sick, she was starting to have doubts about her decision of adopting Navin as her son. Navin was the maid’s son, after all. She was getting disappointed because Navin was obeying Keamy more than her.
What’s pathetic about Navin is that he has no say in anything. Not a single opinion. He just does whatever Keamy or Choke says now. He loves Keamy’s kids so much, it seems, probably because he can’t have kids. I found out this year that the guy I see him with is his boyfriend, Ed.
The family members who have moved out of Yaai’s big house – well, they are no longer able to get in the house anymore, even though their name is on the property. Choke and whoever, has locked and chained up the house, preventing anyone else from getting in. How sad is that? Na Oot or Pa Aae can’t get in. It’s Yaai’s house, and all her children are entitled to it. Instead, it looks like Keamy’s husband, who isn’t part of the family line, has taken over the freaking house.
Let’s talk about Choke. I hear his family name is pretty big down in southern Thailand – Phuket. From what it sounds like, they must be notorious – they were big thugs or something. Choke has lots of brothers, and they’re all musicians, and they’re all big……..and bad.
So, back to Pa Yai. She’s gotten really sick, and she’s yellow all over. She’s suffering in that room full of sick people, and Eet is Keamy’s spy – she isn’t there to visit Pa Yai, but there to listen and watch over all our conversations when we come to visit. Basically, Keamy and Navin are trying to prevent us from moving Pa Yai to a private A/C room because they want to save money. We believe Choke has a big part behind it.
While Pa Yai was still in her early stage is sickness, she confided in a colleague of hers, “Have I done something wrong? Maybe I shouldn’t have taken Navin as my son. I feel like he’s no longer listening to me, but to Keamy instead.”
Before we knew she was sick, my mom has been inviting her to come over to the US for quite some time. All she said was, “I can’t. I loaned Keamy 40,000 Baht, and I can’t leave until I see that she’s using it for what she needs it for.” Keamy still hasn’t used that money. The point is…. Keamy and Choke are very hungry for money.
We finally got one of Pa Yai’s colleagues to reserve a private room so she could be moved to it the next day. Keamy starts complaining, “That room is so cold that we have to get her two blankets to cover her up in!” From what I saw, it looked like she got better and was more willing to talk ever since she moved into the A/C room.
I was glad to know that I got to see Pa Yai on her last day. Her spirits have gone down, so she wasn’t talking at all. She didn’t move much. I just listened to her wheezing. My mom called her name several times, and she tried to open her eyes, but couldn’t. But she tried.
After few hours later, when we got home, we got a phone call from either Keamy or Eet. They said that Pa Yai passed away. I heard some crying, but I doubt that it was real crying. That was on Friday at 6:20 PM.
The funeral started the next day. The first day, Saturday, we poured holy water on Pa Yai’s hand, and I just cried every time I saw her. Then we put our hands together and “suat”, you know, when the monks chant all those words in Sanskrit. We’d be doing every evening ‘til Wednesday. Then we’d cremate Pa Yai on Sunday.
Since the first day of the funeral, it looks like it’s a race on which team can collect the most envelopes full of money. The guests that came to the funeral would give Pa Yai’s “son”, Navin, an envelope.
Last night, one of Pa Yai’s colleagues from gave my mom an envelope, and I think Keamy saw that. Eet is still playing the spy and trying to get in everyone’s way so we couldn’t get the money. Navin’s boyfriend is always standing at the gate, waiting to greet people, in case they want to hand them some envelopes. Keamy is always looking around to the back – she’s in the front. She’s always looking to see who’s talking to whom. And her kids are running around being loud and obnoxious. Choke’s older brother, Pon, also came again last night. I heard he was trying to talk to his lady who was also from the south like he was, but I also heard she was closer to my mom.
After the monks were done with chanting Sanskrit, I’m not sure what started it all. I started hearing my mom and Pa Aae complaining a lot about the other team – Choke and Keamy’s team. Lung Waek told me that Choke wouldn’t let us use Pa Yai’s picture to make a little book about her. Sometimes books are given out at funerals – it contains a little biography about the person who passed away and maybe some pictures. Why won’t they let us make the books? I’m sure Pa Yai would’ve wanted that. I’m sure Pa Yai wanted a big funeral, but that’s not what I’m seeing. Keamy is really keeping everything on a very tight budget. If Pa Yai knew this, she’s be upset.
My mom and Pa Aae continued complaining angrily. Pa Aae went back in the room to talk to them about it. Choke accused us of wanting to take over the funeral ‘cuz we want the money. “You bitch! When she was sick you didn’t care for her, but now that she’s dead, you just want her fucking money!” (Look who’s talking.)
Choke’s brother, Pon, told Pa Aae to get out. Pa Aae comes back with, “This isn’t just your party! This is my older sister’s funeral! Who are you to tell me to get out?” There was a possible gun threat in there, but I’m not sure. Na Oot was in there too, I think.
Pa Aae saw that Keamy and Choke were scolding Navin badly for not collecting all the money envelopes. It’s because Keamy saw that Pa Yai’s colleague gave it to my mom instead. Keamy thought we were forcing people to give the money to us.
By that time, I was already waiting inside the pick-up truck with Lung Waek. We were waiting for my mom and Pa Aae to get in. Everything was a blur after, because it was really frightening – I have never seen such chaos in my life. I mean, this was not a movie.
I saw a big fight break out as the guys started running out of the room. I saw Choke and Pon beating up someone, and I saw him and Pon beating up Na Oot. Luckily, Oui was already in the back of the car with me safe inside. My mom and Na Fon and Na Oot had to end up hiding in the car with us, Oui was screaming. I had the camcorder out, trying to record it all, but I stupidly was so excited and scared that I didn’t get any of it. I freaking forgot to push the record button.
Lung Waek had gotten out of the car, and I saw him get pushed around. The poor guy is 70+ years. Pa Aae got hit in the chest amongst the battle. After Na Oot got in the car with us, we locked both doors, and we saw Choke jump on the hood of the car and banged his fist on the windshield. I attempted the same thing on both side windows. He was cussing out at everyone in the car – at Na Fon ‘cuz she scratched his face up with her fingernails pretty badly to protect her husband, at Na Oot for some reason, and at my mom ‘cuz he said that he thought her and my dad were ungrateful that he helped sponsor me for the pageant.
Okay, look, it was totally scary how he was banging on the windows, trying to get at us. Lung Waek and Pa Aae finally got in the car. Pon kept repeating to us, “You have no idea who I am!” I also caught a glimpse of Choke lifting his leg trying to kick Lung Waek while they were out there. Eet must’ve been out there somewhere, but I knew even if she wasn’t watching the kids, she wouldn’t have stopped us either way. Keamy didn’t try very hard to stop her berserk husband and his brother from attacking us. I did see she was frustrated, but it’s probably not because of us getting hurt. Na Oot got hit with many blows from Choke and Pon. Lung Dom and Pa Dah tried to get the police, and we were in Lung Waek’s care trying to call the police. I never saw them, but I heard they just drove by, didn’t see anything and just left. I knew Thailand’s police wasn’t reliable. Well, Choke and Pon ran off to get to the police department (which was just around the corner) before we could. We knew they were trying to say that everything was our fault.
My dad has friends in high places in Thailand, so my mom tried to call all of them. She called my dad’s friend who’s a colonel in the Royal Thai Police to try to get some help from the police. She called Ah Liam, general in the Royal Thai Air Force, who was just at the funeral, and he let us hire six naval soldiers to be body guards at the funeral tonight.
Since we found that the bastards Choke and Pon were at the police department talking trash about us, we went over to Lung Dom and Pa Dah’s house to hide out there. Lung Dom tried getting in touch with a friend who was supposedly a police officer in a high position – Lung Dom says this is the biggest group of police of all – they work for the Prince of Thailand. I don’t know if anything’s really going to work calling them.
Lung Dom and Pa Dah were talking about how Choke came up to them and said the he loved them. Weird. What’s the plan behind that? Well, I also heard that Keamy is being nice to Pa Aae – she’s probably gonna be Keamy’s next victim, like Pa Yai.
Na Fon and Na Oot went to see a doctor. Luckily, he only got a few scrapes on his elbows and knees. Later that night, Na Fon found that as she dropped her purse during the fight, she had her 5000 Baht stolen.
Ever since that fight, my mom’s been calling everyone she can in Thailand, telling them about what happened, so people would know the truth behind Keamy and Choke.
People who want Pa Yai’s money and property: Choke, Keamy, Lung Dom, and Lung Ton. Navin will inherit Pa Yai’s house, and Keamy wants to take it to put her biological father, Lung Ton’s, name in the house. For some reason, Yaai didn’t put his name on the house.
Since I didn’t have the video captured, Na Oot had me take pictures of Choke’s footprints on the hood of Lung Waek’s pick-up.
I was so shaken up last night. I think I’m stilling feeling it right now. No one wanted to sleep last night. Last night was the most fucked-up thing I have ever seen with my own eyes. I’ll never understand how people can be so greedy for money. Why are they being disrespectful to Pa Yai? Those people don’t even think about making Pa Yai happy. They just want her stuff. For what? What would they do with that money? To come over to the US? I doubt it. In the US, they’re nothing, so I feel safer over there.
I want to go home. Thailand is not safe. You can’t trust anyone here, not even your own relatives.
Oh, I heard just now. They did have a gun.
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