<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573</id><updated>2012-02-24T07:38:47.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>between grief and high delight</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-3794816390857619217</id><published>2012-02-14T09:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T07:38:47.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all you need is love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tBpyMuE2-SY/T0enqjQnAUI/AAAAAAAAAb0/etHeyQYX9gU/s1600/100_7090.JPG" style="font-weight: normal; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that I’m the weirdest gal around because I thoroughly enjoy Valentine’s Day. So much so that I recognize the month of February as a month for giving love and this week especially. Valentine’s Week is lovely for me so far :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to describe the kids/students/trainees I work with. This a little difficult because I fear misunderstandings or misrepresentations might happen. I’m not sure how much I can or can’t say, or even if I ‘can’ (legally) post photos of these students. The basic thing you &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; fully grasp before reading on is that I &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; all of them. I’ve never worked with individuals living with disabilities in my entire life. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. I have studied (only surface level) various mental disabilities or disorders and some sociology related things when it comes to disability. For my situation now, I’ve been learning through observing and repeating what I see from the employees here at SMC. After all, they’ve been working here and with these individuals for longer than I have, and they know what works. What I remember from CLU education is the psychology stuff, how to train or un-train behaviors, potential reasons for behaviors, etc. That stuff is still useful now but suddenly, in this context, it just seems unnecessary. We’re beyond the point of ‘training’ because the students I’m referring to (will for the duration of this post) from Arts and Crafts are older, independent, and full of personality. They are each so unique, but that’s not my point. ‘Training’ an individual to say “I want to eat” when they are hungry seems like common sense.  Rewards and punishments are used to ‘train’ something into an individual and rewards always work better (have a longer-lasting effect) than punishments. Maybe I just think this is ‘common sense’ because I studied it for four years and love it… a lot… Regardless, we (staff) don’t spend much time ‘conditioning’ the students in Arts and Crafts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I walk across the street to Arts and Crafts and am immediately greeted by my ‘boss’ (and friend!) there and a few of the vocational trainees.  This morning greeting is dual-language and filled with happiness for a new day! The students line up and get ready to go ‘walking,’ their daily exercise. Camp counselor skills come in handy here, the staff keep the trainees in a ‘basic’ line-shape while walking, try to keep everyone at the same pace, keep everyone safe from cars and crocodiles. The first time I went walking with the vocational trainees I noticed a beautiful thing; the buddy system. It’s beautiful because two people are helping each other, potentially one is helping more than the other but society looks at them both and says “DISABLED” even though they are able! Able to help and walk and smile and just enjoy life. After walking is ‘morning talk’ where vocation kiddos split back up into their respective locations and I stick with those from Arts and Crafts to listen to what they have to say. The trainees take turns standing up and say, “good morning friends!” and then what they plan on doing for work that day. Of course, it takes more than 20 minutes to get to know all the personalities but if an observer observes this 20 minutes very carefully, they can learn a lot! The personalities shine! Shyness, leadership, ability, energy, all of it, shows right here in the morning talk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We break and get to work. My ‘boss’ has put me in charge of a monthly order for chocolate box lids that we make/decorate.  It’s a pretty detailed process but the final product doesn’t seem that big of a deal. The lids are decorated with a card with one of two traditional “Sabahan” costumes; Kadazan or Sumazau. The card itself is made from recycled paper the trainees make… just water and recycled paper with the occasional dried leaves.  I sit and quietly make the box lids on my own, pasting the traditional costumes in their specific places and writing out the word “Sabah” using string made from the bark of a tree (did I mention it’s pretty detailed?).  Trainees around me do various other jobs. The less-dextrous turn recycled pieces of paper into smaller pieces of paper so that they can eventually become a new and pretty piece of paper! Others are busy making paper, some help to clean the bathrooms, some help to create and/or cut out parts for the box lids, and one sometimes stands around with the broom :) All various levels of ability, but everyone is work.ing My job is these box lids but I also make sure that trainees are working by asking them to work! Sometimes (but oh so rarely) our jobs get boring or the heat gets the best of us and we are all at least a little bit bored. In these rare moments, I really don’t care how many box lids are unfinished for the upcoming month, I want to laugh with someone or hear someone laugh. Their personalities, gosh, they’re making me smile even now as I write. When one trainee laughs, usually everyone smiles, even if the laugh is a little… maniacal, or is a response to the individuals own daydreaming. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve written that I’m not opposed to being the clown. We listen to a radio station at work, apparently it’s ‘retro’ music but I don’t know because the songs are Malaysian songs. Except for, about every fifth or so song is in English (from the US or the UK) and range from year 1950-2000, but I suppose you could call them retro :) I sing those songs and I dance to those songs, I seranade trainees with some of these songs and it makes us smile together. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some of the trainees have mannerisms, you know, things they repeatedly do or say. It’s hard for me to remember a time where I wasn’t used to these mannerisms and I think that’s because no one has so much as flinched at them since I got here. There’s really no point in asking what’s wrong or what each behavior means &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; they’re&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;not&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;ignored&lt;i&gt;. This is the biggest, most controversial, stressing-me-out-to-write-it topic. &lt;/i&gt;We make fun of the trainees and/or their behaviors sometimes. Imitations are not uncommon, neither are conversations in grunts, or questions that we already know the answer to, or unnecessary requests. Things are different in Malaysia, that’s something I’ve known since I got off the plane here. When I say “different,” I am intentionally not making a judgment about who does it right or wrong or better or worse, it’s just different. For instance, questions about how much money my father makes are not too personal, even if I just met the asker. Likewise, “mocking” trainees and students at work is not seen as hurtful. My first reaction is sometimes, “this isn’t right” but then I look at the trainee and see that they not distraught by this attention. In fact, it can be fun! I’m so worried that you, the reader, are going to think that Malaysians are rude and heartless. Please don’t think that! Let me give an example: there’s a girl that doesn’t have a very extensive vocabulary, and her family speaks Chinese at home so her malay is even less.  Staff will ask her questions that we know she knows the answer to, mostly because she is the cutest darned thing. We’ll ask her father’s name and she’ll answer, and when she does she sounds so smart and sure of herself and saying her father’s name makes her smile and clap her hands! I see the love she has for her dad everyday and it is enough to keep me asking her father’s name every chance I get! Conversations with these students almost always result in smiles, even if there’s no meat in the conversation. We might laugh at someone’s water bottle or slow gait or how they straight up&lt;i&gt; didn’t&lt;/i&gt; listen to a staff’s instructions. We smile, we laugh, and there are no hard feelings. Having these surface level and mindless conversations with the trainees is still beneficial. A lot of times, talking to a student makes sure that they’re awake and listening, it tests their social skills, their responsiveness, and helps them to practice language. Like I’ve been saying, nothing is &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; good or &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; bad, it’s just different.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I haven’t witnessed very many “incidents” here (tantrums, fits, etc.) but even when someone is crying the reaction from the staff is &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt; from what I would typically expect given my ‘western’ education on this stuff. But, like I said, the staff have been doing this much longer than I have, they know what works and what doesn’t work. It’s also important to note that I am not confident enough to actually react to incidents; I don’t discipline, comfort or even threaten. I don’t think it will ever be my place to discipline or threaten these trainees but when I hear the tactics teachers/staff use to get trainees to calm down or do their work, I think to myself, “how would that be viewed in the United States?” And so I worry about what you’ll think of all of this, obviously. I really love the students though so if you have more questions or want to hear a story about these cuties or what keeps me laughing when I’m with them, just email me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you for reading this with an open heart and mind so that some judgment can be repressed and you can see, if nothing else, that I am learning so much. And I’m loving so much more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Share some love :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dik3qpN3sSw/T0edPzqcg5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/kOpUu62UMNk/s1600/100_6827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dik3qpN3sSw/T0edPzqcg5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/kOpUu62UMNk/s400/100_6827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712707547234599826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYvRS6VYBkY/T0edPe6MG5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/FKF5r1Vp7h0/s1600/100_6804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYvRS6VYBkY/T0edPe6MG5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/FKF5r1Vp7h0/s400/100_6804.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712707541663488914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-2050145295180107727?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/2050145295180107727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-valentines-week-anyone-who-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/2050145295180107727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/2050145295180107727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-valentines-week-anyone-who-knows.html' title='i love to laugh'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dik3qpN3sSw/T0edPzqcg5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/kOpUu62UMNk/s72-c/100_6827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-1905018309552160757</id><published>2012-01-26T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:37:14.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>red and orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RYo4OdpDxTo/Tx_jUy9NIvI/AAAAAAAAAaY/0FGZRWZU7nc/s1600/100_6503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RYo4OdpDxTo/Tx_jUy9NIvI/AAAAAAAAAaY/0FGZRWZU7nc/s400/100_6503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701525599689712370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just sat down to write this and a series of firecrackers is going off at the house next door. Very. Continuous. Cracking. and Popping. That's pretty cool though. This was my first time celebrating Chinese New Year and it has been so much fun that I am trying to understand why it was the first time!!! I mean, besides the obvious (I'm not chinese). It was basically nonexistent in my pre-Asia life. January 23, 2012.. year of the Dragon! I spent my weekend and Chinese New Year holiday going to open houses, learning customs, relaxing, and meeting all the members of one family. Because I stayed with a Chinese family, I gained some stories and traditions that are almost too numerous to explain here, but I will try, if I can remember.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, we went to these "open houses" but not just any old open house. Residences decide which day and which meal of the 14 days of the Chinese New Year to host their open house. The first dinner is almost always at the eldest brother's house. Families typically follow the father/husband's lineage to determine where to go for the big dinners. For instance, we didn't see a recently married sister because she was at her husband's family's house. I was only 'really' involved in the first two days of the new year but we went to at least 5 houses (one of them twice, and one was the place I stayed for the duration). Breakfast was porridge on both days, something light to save room for a big lunch and/or dinner. Lunches was more likely a stop in, greet the host, find some food, meet everybody, pass out angpow, and head home. Dinners were less like an open house because they had more of a 'start' time rather than a window of coming and going as one pleases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some other various traditions I witnessed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. receiving/giving oranges. so many oranges. different sizes, amounts, types and for many days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. receiving angpow. These are the red envelopes with cash in them. Married women (more typically women...) hand these out to every unmarried young person when they come to a house or when unmarried young people come to their house. These envelopes are beautiful and you can find them anywhere, but mostly banks give them out this time of year. They are (nearly) all different. I'm told it's rude not to accept the angpow. I observed really hard to figure out how to receive angpow. Modest smile, kind words (ie: "happy new year! thank you!"), don't open it, and keep it with you until you can put it in a safe place. I went to a lot of houses and met a lot of married women so you can figure I did well on the angpow front too ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. bathing in pomelo leaf water. My host-mom, Kerry, boiled pomelo leaves in water and saved the water for us to bathe with. The smell was terrific. This was to be done on New Year's eve to wash off the old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. wearing new clothes! everyone I met was wearing their newest clothes because, well, that's tradition. For 14 days, everything worn was supposedly new! This was fun to see because it was like shopping by staring at these gorgeous models and their new stuff they were rockin'. Start off the new year with new clothes, hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. leaving a light on for the god of good fortune to stop by. If a light is still on, then the god will know you're home and will shower you with good stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. this special cake we ate in the morning had a funny story. It was very gelatinous and sticky cake that was (but isn't always) fried with egg. I wouldn't describe it as cake, although that's what others called it, but more like sticky and thick jell-o that didn't have flavor. It may have just two ingredients; gelatin and brown sugar. But this stuff, this stuff was to make it so that we (people on earth) can't send messages to the gods about each other's behavior over the past year. The messages can't be sent if our teeth are practically glued together! hehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. lion dances! I saw many lion dances and heard only a little bit of the story on that tradition. the myth is that lionlike beasts would terrorize the villages (many years ago) and so they left out fruit, banged on drums, and lit firecrackers off to scare them away. The beasts would eat them (I guess) if they successfully entered the village and houses. So these lion dances! they are awesome! two people usually inside the lion costume doing acrobatic and cute things, all to the beat! We had a performance here at school and it was rather frightening for some of the children, reasonably so. These lions are supposed to represent the mythological characters, so they jump at people, snap at them, try to scare them on purpose! It's entertaining nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. shower one another with blessings and good tidings and love and hospitality. Start the year off with happiness and smiles shared with each other. kindness and gratitude, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad I could experience this holiday and in this way and in this beautiful place. The "chinese" traditions and people I surrounded myself with opened my eyes to the "other" side of Malaysian culture. Look at me, getting all cultured and stuff :) Thanks for your prayers!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVjxF3LwvlU/Tx_jUgIO7ZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/r4NHlySvbW4/s1600/100_6688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVjxF3LwvlU/Tx_jUgIO7ZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/r4NHlySvbW4/s400/100_6688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701525594635693458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lion dance! Very popular!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mwd7jCCkZW4/Tx_jUUFKdVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DMn0P463xfQ/s1600/100_6702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mwd7jCCkZW4/Tx_jUUFKdVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DMn0P463xfQ/s400/100_6702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701525591401592146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;prettyyyyyyyyyyyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-1905018309552160757?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/1905018309552160757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2012/01/red-and-orange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/1905018309552160757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/1905018309552160757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2012/01/red-and-orange.html' title='red and orange'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RYo4OdpDxTo/Tx_jUy9NIvI/AAAAAAAAAaY/0FGZRWZU7nc/s72-c/100_6503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-3896975882683566314</id><published>2012-01-17T01:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T20:43:56.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>space travel is boring</title><content type='html'>This week has been filled with changes and news of changes! My feelings about these changes are across the board, seriously. The major change in my life is my relationship status but this is not the place to write about that so if you have questions, just email me :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "school" side of Seri Mengasih was previously Juniors and Seniors but they have moved things around and joined their forces to become... Functional Living Skills Department (FLS). This is a cool adjustment because it explains a lot of Seri Mengasih's purpose. Students learn to be independent and take care of themselves, no matter their level of ability or their age. I love that because it is extremely important for us (as humans) to have some sense of control over our own lives. Of course, the earlier these skills are taught the better. This focus is also important for families who can help their student improve and make life a little easier for the whole family! FLS still includes academics but the goal is to have students who succeed and can eventually live independently, perhaps even have a job. But that's in the far-future. (Keep in mind FLS students are between the ages of 6-18 or so). Seri Mengasih has programs that foster such progress. I usually work in the "vocational" side of Seri Mengasih where students work somewhat like employees and acquire skills related to having a job. There is even an alumni program for Seri Mengasih graduates. Without basic living skills and academics at the younger age, it would be a lot harder for people live independently in the future. This change in title helps to explain what a school like this can do for people. It definitely goes beyond brushing ones own teeth :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My site supervisor told me about some of the more serious political aspects of Seri Mengasih. The government owns the property that the school is on and they want it. We assume for tourism. This land is precious because it is right on the beach. Seri Mengasih is on two sides of one street so the FLS backyard is the beach and the Vocational backyard is... an airport runway. I think it may even be the same distance, no joke. She explained to me that in a few years Seri Mengasih will be forced to relocate and that it will be completely different if I try to come back for a visit in the future. That makes me so sad! Moving like that has got to be rough... on everything, but especially finances. I don't even like to think about it. I could come back and, as she explained it, stay here again but in a new hotel rather than an old colonial house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The biggest shocker causes me stress but I don't want any of you to worry.. please. My site supervisor is resigning from Seri Mengasih to work for the church. God Bless her :) We haven't had a chance to talk about what this means. She's my boss and my number one contact if I need anything (her name is Joan, in case you were wondering) plus she's fluent in English and Malay. I remember the other site supervisors for the other YAGM and they all work for their placement site or are connected in some way. I suppose I will need a 'new' site supervisor and a new boss. It's awesome for her and I am happy for her to follow a passion and a calling. I just can't help but be a little bit selfish about this and immediately revert to "woe is me." I can't imagine how switching site supervisors would work. We made a covenant together, she knows my stories, and she knows my language! Joan has been at Seri Mengasih for twenty-two years (that's as long as I've been alive) so the entire staff will feel her absence and it will most likely be really hard on her to leave a place that has been such a huge chunk of her life! That's amazing. In a meeting the other day our principal (of FLS. Joan is the director for Vocational) said that Seri Mengasih is "a place where you can develop yourself personally" and she was referring to us as a staff.  That's definitely true for this place, no matter how long you are here. It can have a huge impact on a person. I've already had my eyes opened, and my heart. I love all the people here, just because, and that's pretty neat. I've been here long enough to see how good Joan has been for this place, she's excellent! She's scheduled to leave in March so we have some time to adjust and accept the facts. I really wish the best for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;January 23rd is Chinese New Year. I said yes to an invitation to spend the 4-day weekend with a short-term volunteer at Seri Mengasih and a sweet Chinese girl (I'm sure her family is sweet too!) who is also a member at the BCCM in Likas. And, as is best for life, I have no expectations for it other than what she has told me is true. Wish me luck! Prosperity for all this year of the dragon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-3896975882683566314?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/3896975882683566314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2012/01/space-travel-is-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/3896975882683566314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/3896975882683566314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2012/01/space-travel-is-boring.html' title='space travel is boring'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-3953425639505736799</id><published>2012-01-04T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T05:31:50.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-tD_O7HEuk/TwRuegpAj_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/EmqsWE5ihic/s1600/100_6356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-tD_O7HEuk/TwRuegpAj_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/EmqsWE5ihic/s400/100_6356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693797299340218354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can imagine, I had a lot of fun being in 2012 before many of my readers were. Time is a weird thing. I was in 2012 before you because the Earth is round and rotates and revolves around the sun. The Earth! This planet we live on. We live! We are humans! It's all so remarkable it makes my brain hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a wonderful and relaxing 'winter' break at my auntie's village with her big and beautiful family. There's (nearly) nowhere in the world I would have rather been for those 6 days. On New Year's Eve we went to her brother's house and had a barbeque. I think we started eating said barbeque around 9pm.  The evening was so new and different for me, I guess you could say it was a little bit of culture shock. It didn't feel like the last night of the year and there was no one I could talk to about my excitement for the new year! I wanted to jump around and dance and say 'good bye' to 2011. That's how I personally celebrate the new year but it just wasn't appropriate this time. Haha. We went home around 11pm and I sat outside to look at the amaaaaazing stars there (I guess KK has too much pollution, both light and fumes) and listen to the sounds of the night. It was perfect. I didn't have to look at my cheap phone that always forgets what time it is when I drop it and the battery falls out of it (did I say cheap?) to know it was 2012. It seemed like every driveway in the neighborhood was lighting off fireworks (except for the one I was standing on) as soon as it was midnight! That was so cool! And LOUD! I like how I can greet anyone and everyone with "Selamat Tahun Baru!" [happy new year!] if it's the first time I've seen them since 2011. If I greet a person (or a person greets me) with that then the first words spoken to each other of 2012 are sincere and positive. It almost makes certain that the relationship will be fantastic for the rest of the year, even if that's a bit superstitious, I still like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being back at work/school has been nice. One student that I hadn't seen since early November was back and I had really missed her and it's nice to see her again and smile at her. Makes my heart happy! This week I helped in arts and crafts as they have some orders coming up for Chinese New Year. Seri Mengasih is going through some changes everywhere so I just watch and listen to see how things are going. Teachers have moved, students have transitioned, even classrooms have been reassigned, all major changes. I'll be spending the next 10 days with Peter because he's visiting me (yaaaaaayyyyy!!!!!) so it will be awhile before I see what the new year means for me work-wise with scheduling. I very look forward to showing him how much Seri Mengasih and Kota Kinabalu and Sabah mean to me. It is important for me to share my experiences and my life with someone (who is also important to me). For some reason I think it will make it all real. I'll be forced to explain and host and guide. It'll be a bit of a test of what I know and what I still need to learn about life here. There is still plenty to learn, I guarantee that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few photos from the first Tanjung Aru sunset of 2012. If I squint and turn on the air conditioning, I can imagine it's January 1st and a little cold because of all the blues and whites (before the orange/pinks glow from the sun...)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpQTJnrvtqA/TwWlc6Wfa_I/AAAAAAAAAZg/YhPh9elaOqc/s1600/100_6480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpQTJnrvtqA/TwWlc6Wfa_I/AAAAAAAAAZg/YhPh9elaOqc/s400/100_6480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694139219998370802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldAk5wAOU_4/TwWlcjdfw9I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/fs6brQxTmkM/s1600/100_6491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldAk5wAOU_4/TwWlcjdfw9I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/fs6brQxTmkM/s400/100_6491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694139213853737938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The toddlers at my auntie's village. She is also their auntie. She's a lot of kids's auntie actually. We went to a place where we could feed the koi crackers :) majestic creatures..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QRC0dGz53FQ/TwWldSVLL8I/AAAAAAAAAZo/01dPqcuBAL0/s1600/100_6439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QRC0dGz53FQ/TwWldSVLL8I/AAAAAAAAAZo/01dPqcuBAL0/s400/100_6439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694139226435301314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-3953425639505736799?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/3953425639505736799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-day-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/3953425639505736799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/3953425639505736799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-day-of-my-life.html' title='first day of my life'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-tD_O7HEuk/TwRuegpAj_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/EmqsWE5ihic/s72-c/100_6356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-1992762423345353889</id><published>2011-12-26T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:11:44.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>come together</title><content type='html'>My house is a bit far from everything. I have to walk about 25 minutes to get to the bus stop that has more frequent buses and is a 'tad' cheaper, that's how far away I live from any stores or restaurants (except for the fancy restaurant that is on the property right next to Seri Mengasih). With the holiday approaching a lot of staff asked me where I was going for Christmas or what I was going to do. I kept telling them I was just going to stay at home and rest. Alone. They did not like that. They would try to see if so-and-so had an extra bedroom so then I just told them I was going to meet my 'American friends' and celebrate Christmas in Kota Kinabalu or Tuaran or somewhere yet to be determined. I promised them I wouldn't be alone for Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. I was probably asked at least 5 different times if I had a 'program' to go to for Christmas. I was given brochures and phone numbers for people in case I didn't have a church set up for Christmas worship services. I was invited to so many different places that I would have had to choose based on the person I liked the most, and that's hardly fair... Instead I walked to the bus stop with my bag filled with overnight Christmas necessities and took the bus to town and met my 'familiar family/friends.' It was wonderful. Just to be surrounded by people you know and are comfortable with. We can talk about baby Jesus or secular or inter-religious symbols that surround us without worrying we might offend someone. We can talk about family traditions and giggle about them but be there for each other so tears don't come quite so quickly when we realize where we are and who's &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; with us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Christmas Eve worship service together, after we ate a lot of food, in congruence with most Christmas Eve traditions. I stayed the night with Liz so that I wouldn't be so alone at home and in the morning we had breakfast together. Liz has sunrises with Mount Kinabalu and the rest of the mountain range while I have sunsets at the sea.  We compliment each other.  I watched her open her presents and then I skyped HTLC Christmas Eve worship and pretended it was Christmas morning worship. We went to the movies and saw Arthur Christmas which was simply adorable. I'm not usually one for those type of Santa-centered kiddy movies but the timing was perfect and the theatre was empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing that made me smile the most about that day is the few "Merry Christmas" greetings I received and how many of them were from friends who are Muslim. That was beautiful. When I got back to school Christmas day (afternoon) I saw that my auntie was here and hadn't gone home yet (she was gone before Christmas Eve when I left for Liz's but she wasn't at home) so she wished me a Merry Christmas and asked me to get in the car. She didn't want me to stay here alone. It was random but I didn't want to be alone either. I had to quickly find some clean clothes and pack a bag because she was already in the started car with her husband ready to go home. I am so thankful for that invitation. We went to her house and I received more Christmas love from her family. Her niece (23 years old?) wrote me a Christmas card and made me a bracelet. She kept saying how it must be hard to be away from family and home on a big holiday like this. As usual, they made food and made me eat it. We laughed and played and talked. We didn't do anything particularly 'christmasy' but I accepted that it was, indeed, Christmas and I had survived it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most beautiful part about this hospitality, love, and understanding is that this family is Muslim. I'm blessed to share my life with these people and glad that they share their life with me. This relationship has become very important to me but it's difficult to explain why or how. If you want to explore it further or have any questions, I'd be happy to answer an email from you. But basically, I love it and them and Malaysia. Thanks to God for all of it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-v2CEnszQI/TvlvNhtGNpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/yezKKWR-Vdg/s1600/100_6323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-v2CEnszQI/TvlvNhtGNpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/yezKKWR-Vdg/s400/100_6323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690701882335835794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was at a Christmas party a couple weeks ago. Napkin folding fascinates me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lvEowZQNyT0/TvlvNTG2T7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/jiBfw-mJdXs/s1600/100_6351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lvEowZQNyT0/TvlvNTG2T7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/jiBfw-mJdXs/s400/100_6351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690701878417313714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-1992762423345353889?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/1992762423345353889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/12/come-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/1992762423345353889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/1992762423345353889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/12/come-together.html' title='come together'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-v2CEnszQI/TvlvNhtGNpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/yezKKWR-Vdg/s72-c/100_6323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-1626494237461869296</id><published>2011-12-12T01:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T02:16:24.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, man!</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows my brother listens to weird music. I remember once he introduced me to some electrophunk band that he liked because of their band name. !!! was the name of the band. Three exclamation points. You could call them anything you want but I don't think "three exclamation points" was the right name. You were supposed to make an exclamation point a word. So you could call them "gush gush gush" or "pow pow pow" or any other combination of whatever you thought ! was supposed to sound like. Well, in Malaysia they use little words (suffixes) at the end of their phrases or sentences that have different functions. A couple are like exclamation points in bold font, a couple are like question marks, and one is even like a frowny face :( but with letters. Nobody told me about this before I got here but the suffixes are used a lot. It's not uncommon for the bahasa melayu (Malay) suffixes to be used when the speaker is speaking in English, so I can easily give you examples for bahasa melayu suffixes. Get ready class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student: "Teacher, I want to go to the bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;teacher: "Then go la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allisun: "I think I'll just walk to the bus stop."&lt;br /&gt;friend: "Don't do that ba. That'll make you tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La" and "ba" are used interchangeably. I haven't discovered a place to use one over the other. The funny thing about me is that I think I like punctuation, or else I wouldn't be telling you all about this stuff. I am likely to use ?!?!! at the end of a question or ?! or !!! depending on the situation, whereas, in Malaysia, they have words that can pretty much do that for you. It is also important to note that "ba" is only used in local Sa&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bah&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the state that I live in. Using "ba" identifies where an individual learned to speak bahasa Melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auntie: "Are you hungry ka?"&lt;div&gt;"Ka" makes it obvious that it's a question, which is funny because bahasa melayu also has the tone change for a question mark ("I'm Ron Burgundy?") and question marks do exist. This one isn't used with english.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allisun: "Not really, I can help you cook though, kan gu?&lt;br /&gt;This one is 100% translatable, therefore, I use it the most often. kan? is like saying "right?" and gu just refers to any teacher at this entire school. If I'm talking to a taxi driver or a student then tacking 'gu' to the end would be completely inappropriate and I would probably look silly. Although they're together in this example they don't have to be in order to be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: "Sejuknya."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allisun: "oh? where's your jacket?"&lt;br /&gt;The suffix here is "nya" and the word I used for an example "sejuk" means cold. I'm guessing this one is just emphasis and is never used with english words. You wouldn't say "coldnya" but it basically means "It's really cold." I know what you're thinking, who the heck said this to me? Is there such thing as feeling "really cold" in Malaysia? And the answer is, no, not really. So maybe "nya" actually implies sarcasm. Ha! I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allisun: "I got caught in the rain!"&lt;br /&gt;friend: "Oh lo lo lo."&lt;br /&gt;Lo... the rarest of them all. Pretty much always negative. It's akin to saying "oh bummer" or "that's too bad." I'd also like to point out that it is used here three times. Lo and la are used like that. I've actually counted once when a woman said, "Ah la la la la la la" and then I exclaimed "SIX!" A little grammar lesson on this language about plurals: one word twice makes it plural. So at school we have cikgu cikgu (teachers) and I am a cikgu (teacher). Obviously, this makes typing/text messaging rather annoying so Malaysians have developed a shortcut "cikgu2" would be teachers. In a text message, if someone were to use this response to my being stuck in the rain, they would say "Oh lo3," and I'm not even joking. It's fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I feel a little silly using a blog to talk about suffixes in bahasa melayu but I want you to share in my joy. I have so thoroughly enjoyed learning, practicing, and being bewildered by a new language. Plus, I have decided that "la" and "ba" can maybe be swapped with "dude" and still make sense. Therefore, I have A LOT of fun listening to people talk and attempting to translate their words and imagining them saying "dude." There's a lot more about bahasa melayu I could try to explain here but I have yet to figure out the prefixes... yeah they have those too. Just know that I am happy and smiling here. I am thankful for you all. I am so glad to finally be reconnected to the cyber world and I even got to pray with Holy Trinity via Skype! Life is definitely good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnQX3RMyfyI/TuW_Fi1a3xI/AAAAAAAAAYg/jyhgnzZC6a0/s1600/100_6311.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnQX3RMyfyI/TuW_Fi1a3xI/AAAAAAAAAYg/jyhgnzZC6a0/s400/100_6311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685160206596235026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a double rainbow. In the middle of my town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1l67TXOTqzk/TuW_FWzozXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/TkiPZT0uE84/s1600/100_6319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1l67TXOTqzk/TuW_FWzozXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/TkiPZT0uE84/s400/100_6319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685160203367533938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-1626494237461869296?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/1626494237461869296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/1626494237461869296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/1626494237461869296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey-man.html' title='hey, man!'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnQX3RMyfyI/TuW_Fi1a3xI/AAAAAAAAAYg/jyhgnzZC6a0/s72-c/100_6311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-6622835553362394667</id><published>2011-11-30T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T19:11:49.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>singapore and kuala lumpur</title><content type='html'>I had a stupendous time in Singapore and Kuala Lumpur! Singapore is a fast-paced city/country with flawless public transportation, gorgeous skyscrapers, and a whole lot of diversity! It has four national languages and some Lutheran churches! We went there and met with the Bishop of the Lutheran Church in Singapore so that he could give us a history lesson of the church in this area, and then show us how to eat fresh (very fresh) seafood with chopsticks. It was great to learn about what the Lutheran church is doing in Singapore and what that means for us as YAGM living in Sabah. I went to the Zoo in Singapore, which is something I see commercials for all the time, at nighttime for “Night Safari.”  I saw nocturnal animals and hung out in a large caged area where all the bats live. It was really neat! I also got to watch both shows they have: dancers with torches and trained animals. The Night Safari was really cool but it was so dark that there aren’t any good photos of the adventure! In Singapore we also went to the Asian Civilisations Museum and went on a boat ride around the city. This was the first time many of us have seen one another and we definitely had a lot to say, but it was all good stuff. We had our own worship in the courtyard of the Trinity Theological College, the place where we were staying.  It was important to hear how everyone is doing now that three months have gone by and life in Sabah is really sinking in. Later that day we flew to Kuala Lumpur!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Kuala Lumpur the girls stayed in the Lutheran Center. There we met with the Bishop of the Lutheran Church in Singapore and Malaysia to get an understanding of the culture in Malaysia in relation to religion and Christianity. We also had lunch with him and he told us there was Krispy Kreme in KL so I saved room for that!  Kuala Lumpur was nice but a very different “Malaysia” than what we’ve become accustomed to. The Malaysia Crew was talking and we said that it’s like comparing some town in Idaho to New York City: same country but very different in many ways. In order to get to the popular areas, much like Singapore, we had to take the subway.  After buying ticket after ticket just to get on the subway for a few stops or have dinner, we decided that the cheap and beat-up looking buses in Kota Kinabalu were more preferred. Kota Kinabalu is just smaller so you take one bus to town and then you’re there. No tickets or ticket-machines. You just hop on, hope it’s going where you want it to, and endure the heat. We went to the National Museum in KL and I liked learning about the history of this area. It was neat to think, “I live there!” while reading facts and learning new things. I’m just glad to know more because I do live here and shouldn’t be so darn ignorant about this stuff.  The other touristy but awesome thing we did was visit the Batu Caves.  This is something I did not read up on but it was basically a climb up steps into this gigantic cave with statues of Hindu gods and beautiful altars. It was especially tiring to go up those steps but it was definitely worth it. “A real eye opener and no mistake.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aside from the fact that we had to leave the country to avoid being deported for having an expired tourist visa, we also went on this retreat to learn about the Lutheran Church in Malaysia.  It was to gain an understanding of where we are and where we fit in.  It’s beautiful to be apart of the ELCA and work here.  I like to think that Lutheran theology fits in here but I am biased towards Lutheranism in the first place. I don’t directly influence Christianity in Sabah but I am in Sabah and it is with the help of the ELCA that I am here.  I truly represent the ELCA because many of the people I work with have never even heard of “Lutheran” although they live it out through loving and forgiving others and all the grace they show.  I suppose it is part of my job to teach them what it is that I believe, or why the ELCA sent me here. I also suppose I should be able to answer those two questions first (hehe!). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you for reading my blog! If any of you would like to hear more stories you can try emailing me or let me know your address and what you want to hear more about and I will write and send a letter to you! I just got a package from Momma and Papa with some necessities but also these beautiful cards my mom put together made from pictures I took in Malaysia! She’s awesome like that. I love you all! Keep smiling and praying. Peace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nr71HKkngxc/TuLMbEY4Z2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/nHpJaIc7raI/s1600/100_6227.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nr71HKkngxc/TuLMbEY4Z2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/nHpJaIc7raI/s400/100_6227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684330445101623138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vvx0E60czHM/TuLMaf2enPI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XCYiMRFMoug/s1600/100_6221.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vvx0E60czHM/TuLMaf2enPI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XCYiMRFMoug/s400/100_6221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684330435293650162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ca4I7OF0wi8/TuLMaLW0nnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uDIAuDt63iA/s1600/100_6109.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ca4I7OF0wi8/TuLMaLW0nnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uDIAuDt63iA/s400/100_6109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684330429792165490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oU1n7tvdm7I/TuLMZP3b00I/AAAAAAAAAXg/h_RzYZ2RGBE/s1600/100_5874.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oU1n7tvdm7I/TuLMZP3b00I/AAAAAAAAAXg/h_RzYZ2RGBE/s400/100_5874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684330413822825282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_soVirAiEE/TuLMYm2ywjI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Ok1zP2uX2BY/s1600/100_5831.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_soVirAiEE/TuLMYm2ywjI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Ok1zP2uX2BY/s400/100_5831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684330402814280242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-6622835553362394667?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/6622835553362394667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/11/singapore-and-kuala-lumpur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/6622835553362394667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/6622835553362394667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/11/singapore-and-kuala-lumpur.html' title='singapore and kuala lumpur'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nr71HKkngxc/TuLMbEY4Z2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/nHpJaIc7raI/s72-c/100_6227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-7096797076324855368</id><published>2011-11-21T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:41:14.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we love to boogie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seri Mengasih’s 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Anniversary Dinner and Concert was last night and it was fantastic! The whole event was to celebrate our birthday and maybe raise some money too.  There was a 9-course meal, professional dancers, “lucky draws,” and bidding on student artwork.  My country coordinator was able to attend but, sadly, I was so busy that I only saw him when he first arrived because I gave him his ticket.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What was I doing?! Oh it was so great! I was backstage with all the kids who were getting ready for their performances.  There were a few students who were in more than one performance so they needed to change costumes quickly and get ready to dance again so I helped out a little with that. The students have been practicing for this night for a long time and it definitely showed.  I’m happy that they were still excited when it came show time and they shook it like Polaroid pictures.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was more or less officially assigned to two dances (because I was assigned to a certain teacher and these were the dances that she was in charge of); the Modern dance and the Charleston/Charlie Chaplin dance.  Our rehearsals increased in frequency over the last three weeks and intensity over the last two.  These kids were ready to rock! Both of our dances were near the end of the line-up for the evening with the Charleston as the “Grand Finale.” I was so impressed with their patience. If anyone needed patience it was definitely myself. It was sometimes hard to keep things organized with two teachers looking after 8 students and their things with 30 other students and 10+ other teachers in between it all. And their costumes. On at least one occasion, I would place a prop in a place where it would be easy (for me) to locate when it was time and then later be asked for it and it’s not there because someone else found a ‘better’ place for to be easy to find. But hey, everything went smoothly and it was… so… CUTE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve become very attached to the students in these two dances. I love making them laugh. Back stage I was like their personal clown dancing up and down the hallway to whatever music was playing on the other side of the wall. Their smiles and happiness were more important to me than how quiet and organized everyone needed to be while another performance was going on. I guess I didn’t care. I like dancing and I wanted them to like dancing too. And relax because it would be terrible if these students were nervous and backed out or froze last minute.  I gave them a reason to laugh off any stress they might have. I like to think it paid off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am proud of the students for all their dancing and giggling but I am also proud of the staff. They did a great job with this event and I’m really glad they could feel comfortable enough to ask me for help with any errands or jobs they could use a hand with. I feel like I’ve been able to use some of my God-given gifts and am looking forward to using them more in the future.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s time for our first visa renewal and this means 90 days in this country is almost expired. The YAGM-Malaysia Crew and Peter The Country Coordinator are headed to Singapore and Kuala Lumpur. The four of us who have work (and not a long vacation because of the school year) will return in one week. Those seven days are going to be noisy. Non-stop talking and stories and processing. I neeeeeeeeed to process. NOW! I am very much looking forward to this trip so that we can word vomit all over each other, and feel so much better afterwards. You always feel better after you vomit anyways.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you for your prayers for our safe travels and beneficial processing. And thanks so much for reading! Love you all! Peace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtP1zYM-RM4/TtyQWAI5XHI/AAAAAAAAAW8/KHwy9hu9neE/s1600/100_5806.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtP1zYM-RM4/TtyQWAI5XHI/AAAAAAAAAW8/KHwy9hu9neE/s400/100_5806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682575537503558770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QkAjCXU3S5g/TtyQUqk-_DI/AAAAAAAAAWw/g0WUrK54LLs/s1600/100_5798.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QkAjCXU3S5g/TtyQUqk-_DI/AAAAAAAAAWw/g0WUrK54LLs/s400/100_5798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682575514535918642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NZWEbdR_RYk/TtyQT4uINOI/AAAAAAAAAWk/hqTphvmuAes/s1600/100_5770.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NZWEbdR_RYk/TtyQT4uINOI/AAAAAAAAAWk/hqTphvmuAes/s400/100_5770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682575501152498914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9sbVLatvOk/TtyQSup7eTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UqJFK6YCOOU/s1600/100_5765.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9sbVLatvOk/TtyQSup7eTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UqJFK6YCOOU/s400/100_5765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682575481270663474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XPRTNdFOHtI/TtyQR8i3g2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/io0d1SU1m9Q/s1600/100_5758.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XPRTNdFOHtI/TtyQR8i3g2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/io0d1SU1m9Q/s400/100_5758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682575467819271010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-7096797076324855368?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/7096797076324855368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-love-to-boogie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/7096797076324855368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/7096797076324855368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-love-to-boogie.html' title='we love to boogie'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtP1zYM-RM4/TtyQWAI5XHI/AAAAAAAAAW8/KHwy9hu9neE/s72-c/100_5806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-886026452382940361</id><published>2011-11-13T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T05:32:15.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all at once</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHy_UaYKx40/Tr_FFuhsF6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/QGVCU7h8HA4/s1600/100_5647.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHy_UaYKx40/Tr_FFuhsF6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/QGVCU7h8HA4/s400/100_5647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674470757689464738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago I received a revised schedule. Perhaps you'd like to hear about it? My new schedule has me with the Exam class Monday-Thursday mornings. Wednesday and Thursday late mornings and Friday morning I am in MSR (multi-sensory room). I have arranged it so that on Friday morning before the first MSR session at 9:30, I can help out my friends in Arts and Crafts who are always swamped with orders and projects. The two hours I spend there is hardly enough to make a dent, especially considering my perfectionistic tendencies lately. I still help with the concert training in the afternoons but this is the last week of rehearsals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Exam class is the class of six students who have regular English lessons and are extremely independent. I am there to assist the teacher if she needs anything and answer questions from the students as I am able. A few weeks ago the teacher asked me to help her make a teaching aid.  That was awesome! I love drawing so my task was to make 4 different environments and then the animals that live in those environments (ie: in the house, under the sea, in the jungle, and in a field). The drawings are all cut out and laminated but I still haven't had the chance to apply velcro to all the animals and their locations in their environments. I thought it was really cool that I could use my creative talents to make something to help these students to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MSR is a different environment. MSR is sweeeeeeeeet. It's brand new (practically) and fully furnished.  We have different teaching and sensory tools like lights with a corresponding remote, a floor piano, tumbling mats, giant legos, distortion mirrors, a talking panel, and more.  Some students have regular appointments for about an hour and the occupational therapist does stretches and activities with them.  I'm only allowed to help if I am directly instructed by the therapist in charge because I haven't had the proper training to know what's best for the student.  Usually when I'm in MSR we have a group of kids, like an entire class, and we do a session with them.  We usually start with a small obstacle where the students practice various gross motor skills and then perhaps matching colors or saying 'terima kasih' [thank you] when they are handed an item.  Next there is a fine motor project like placing beads on a thread or another activity along those lines.  After that, the kids lay down on these giant mats and we have relaxation time.  The disco ball is lit up with different colors and we listen to soothing music.  The therapist uses oils to massage the hands of the students and help them to relax.  I have no problem relaxing to the point of almost falling asleep, but sometimes it's not so easy for these kids.  I can see why too. I mean, they're in a room filled with toys!!!  In MSR I help to wrangle kids who don't want to listen or sit still. Sometimes I help model or demonstrate the activity/obstacle before the kids do it. I really like it in MSR.  I think with more experience and training I could maybe bring something awesome to that place in terms of psychology and what types of activities are good for which kids, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Arts and Crafts I either help my friend with computer stuff, like transitions in a power point or creating a flyer, or I actually make crafts.  Lately we have been cranking out bookmarks like crazy.  These bookmarks are made out of recycled paper and made right there in the sunshine and then we creatively place dried twigs, leaves, and flowers on the strips of paper so that they are cute and pretty.  Some of us are so enthralled with our work and it becomes a very tedious thing. It probably takes me a total of 2 hours to make 10 perfect and mostly the same bookmarks (they come in bundles of 10 so 10 are supposed to look the same[ish] if possible). I could make it a lot easier and paste the flowers on hastily, but that wouldn't be pretty!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of what is being done in Arts and Crafts is for our Anniversary Dinner and Concert coming up in one week!! Some crafts will be auctioned off and we even made the invitations and tickets for the event! This is a very big deal for Seri Mengasih. It's their 30th year anniversary. I am having a custom fancy outfit made so that I can wear the same thing as the rest of the staff. I am also co-leading a group of 6 students in the Charlie Chaplin style dance to be performed at the Dinner and Concert. I wish I could be more helpful but teaching a dance is hard when you don't speak the same language. We are the last ones that night of about 8 different groups and I am so looking forward to this!  I was thrown into this assignment somewhat late in the game but it's okay.  All of the dances practice Tuesday-Thursday afternoons.  It is the cutest two hours of my day. No matter what happens, these kids will be adorable, but it seems like the rest of the school wants the event to be absolutely perfect.  We have had rehearsals ever since the week I got here (they probably started before I got here) and we wont stop rehearsing until show time.  I hope to get you a video and plenty of pictures. They really are so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what my weeks here look like. After the concert we'll start looking at the long vacation and my schedule will probably change because of the new year. I'm excited for this dinner though. I wish you could come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these are some photos of what awaited me when I went outside to see the sunset a few days ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3VXIm_f1wg/Tr_FFC84fWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2eYOOKbbKjU/s1600/100_5656.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3VXIm_f1wg/Tr_FFC84fWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2eYOOKbbKjU/s1600/100_5656.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3VXIm_f1wg/Tr_FFC84fWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2eYOOKbbKjU/s400/100_5656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674470745992363362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQEErYxRIBc/Tr_FEt78rCI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xHMkzolZ3g8/s1600/100_5655.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQEErYxRIBc/Tr_FEt78rCI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xHMkzolZ3g8/s400/100_5655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674470740351298594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;an incoming storm cloud like none I have ever seen in my life&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pYdszw5TR44/Tr_FEcuI3MI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ba0FHS-2sLo/s1600/100_5649.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pYdszw5TR44/Tr_FEcuI3MI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ba0FHS-2sLo/s400/100_5649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674470735729974466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Cefs1C9WlY/Tr_FFXtjN_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/g00QxwuEUXw/s1600/100_5652.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Cefs1C9WlY/Tr_FFXtjN_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/g00QxwuEUXw/s400/100_5652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674470751565199346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But still beautiful enough to stand there and watch until the rain touched down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As always, thanks for reading and praying. You are the best!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-886026452382940361?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/886026452382940361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-at-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/886026452382940361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/886026452382940361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-at-once.html' title='all at once'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHy_UaYKx40/Tr_FFuhsF6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/QGVCU7h8HA4/s72-c/100_5647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-1288253911785921858</id><published>2011-11-07T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T10:29:00.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well with soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Malaysia is such a diverse country and recognizes the holidays of many different religions/nationalities so it seems like every week we have a day off for one reason or another. I actually had a compensation day for the 'field trip' I went on and wrote my last blog about. I chose to take Halloween off and that was silly because everyone at work thought that Halloween must be very important in the US, important enough that everyone has the day off. Ha! That's not true. Halloween was enjoyable even with the heat and costume combination. The week before that we had an Indian holiday that I didn't get to experience from a cultural perspective aside from bowling and karaoke with the staff (who are all malaysian). Fun, but unrelated to Deepavali. Today is Hari Raya Haji and I am resting and writing. The usual for me. Turns out I like reflective and creative time. I do enjoy social interactions and new cultural experiences, but sometimes I am lazy. No two ways about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend I have felt particularly 'American.'  Saturday night I went with Molly to the local christian church (BCCM KK) and their youth worship service called Eklektos. This particular church has english services and this youth service was entirely in English. It was fascinating and powerful. I was inspired by the love and spirit in the room with these young adults singing, jumping, and praying. My friend and the pastor's son even gave the 'talk' that evening. It is great to see him following his heart and allowing God to use his words to speak to all of the young people who were there. The next morning, Molly and I went to worship at the same church.  This was also in English. I knew it would be but I haven't been to an English-speaking worship for many weeks now, so this was just different! But also, comfortable. I went to a Catholic church a month or so ago and we had communion. It was the first time in Malaysia I had had communion and it was only the wafer. And Catholic. So it was different but at both Eklektos and Sunday morning worship at BCCM KK we had communion. With grapejuice!! I feel like I doubled up this weekend haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was another YAGM's birthday, Elizabeth. So we took her out on Sunday; I bought her a yam milkshake, and we surprised her with all the youth at a restaurant waiting for her. It's fantastic to be with other friends as if they are family.  I just hope I saved Elizabeth from feeling homesick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8p9wOSCGXeI/TrfkNrGIdTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/yxp40NTEYNo/s1600/100_5450.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8p9wOSCGXeI/TrfkNrGIdTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/yxp40NTEYNo/s400/100_5450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672253179254306098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is outside of the mall that we typically go to for movies and where the restaurant of Liz's birthday lunch is. In my hand is a Yam bubble tea. I love the sweet (and potentially artificial) Yam flavored beverages I've tried in KK. It's my go-to for dessert and has a slightly nutty flavor. This was taken after I walked around KK alone for the first time and I was feeling really confident. I was feeling like a local Sabahan with not a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X08PB4GlLMQ/TrflSwT9CDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/dGdB8UdmQ_g/s1600/100_5518.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X08PB4GlLMQ/TrflSwT9CDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/dGdB8UdmQ_g/s400/100_5518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672254366065428530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-1288253911785921858?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/1288253911785921858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/11/well-with-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/1288253911785921858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/1288253911785921858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/11/well-with-soul.html' title='well with soul'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8p9wOSCGXeI/TrfkNrGIdTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/yxp40NTEYNo/s72-c/100_5450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-5024918022707304991</id><published>2011-10-22T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T07:42:00.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty big mouth</title><content type='html'>So a few weeks ago I was invited to an 'outing' with the staff and students (trainers and trainees) of the vocation and transition classes.  And, of course, I said yes. The trip was postponed and rescheduled a number of times. I didn't really believe it would happen until I was actually boarding the bus to head out. The staff who were going (myself included) had a meeting a few days before the trip. I was handed our itinerary and another page with information about who was to plan what. All in melay. I could hardly understand any of it. But I didn't care. I was sure someone would guide me through or I would understand through doing, "Oh we're going &lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt; now. I see..." I was a smidgen wrong.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should probably write this with said itinerary in hand but I am too lazy to find it (this was over a week ago so forgive me if it's all foggy for me to recall). We left Seri Mengasih in the morning on a Friday  and drove.... to &lt;i&gt;somewhere&lt;/i&gt;. Then we walked around there and were told facts about &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;. It was pretty, whatever it was, and I took some nice pictures. It was hot. I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; know that there was a building that had piles of soil made through the process of composting.  I gathered that information through a translation from a friend, &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; from understanding the language. Later we went &lt;i&gt;somewhere&lt;/i&gt; for lunch. We got back on the bus and went to the place where we were to stay. It was a catholic church or monastery (or &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;) more like a retreat center. It was very nice! I wasn't sure what the plan was so I took a nap for a couple hours. The lack of sleep from the previous week must have caught up to me. After dinner we had some large group time and the students told &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; about what they saw that day. Most were quiet and tired by this time. I should also mention we had a bit of a dance party before that. Some kids just love to dance and be silly. I like that. In the morning we walked up the hill from the area we were staying in to go &lt;i&gt;somewhere&lt;/i&gt;. This part I could understand on the schedule but what we were to do there was still a mystery. At first I thought we were just walking through the grounds. Rumah orang-orang tua [old folks home] was our destination though. We greeted the old folks and gave them the goodies we had brought to share with them Biscuits, oranges, and apples. It was soooo cute. I felt out of place. I was embarrassed that I didn't know we were going there right &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; or what my duty would be there. I liked it though. Everyone was so sweet and happy.  Malaysia doesn't have many places like this for a cultural reason. Families stay together and share living spaces so there isn't much need for rumah orang-orang tua.  Still, our visit there was cute and full of smiles! Many were impressed with my attempt to speak melay and a few could speak english very well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-agyxk-XfKfw/TqAuubHsLqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MrsX64L5U7A/s1600/100_5415.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-agyxk-XfKfw/TqAuubHsLqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MrsX64L5U7A/s400/100_5415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665579706320957090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had lunch and packed up to leave soon after visiting the orang-orang tua. We went to a supermarket and all the trainees were given a few dollars with the intention (I later found out) to see their understanding of having money.  I was &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to notice how the trainee/student I was paired with spent her money and if they understood the basic math or price. But I had no idea at the time and just looked around and shopped for myself. Ha! Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dokLT_7Fq3M/TqAutprrxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/cZlpj1-hLRU/s1600/100_5392.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dokLT_7Fq3M/TqAutprrxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/cZlpj1-hLRU/s400/100_5392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665579693050152466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the student I was paired with, Nhursyla. In melay the 'sy' makes a 'shh' sound and her name is said so quickly it usually sounded like Sheila, a name I recognize. Nhursyla is a sweetheart and I asked her to smile here. She really is happy I think (hope). We were bunk buddies for the weekend and I was supposed to keep track of her the entire time. I didn't know it then, but I was also supposed to grade her on her skills and behaviors after our trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made another stop at a little monument but I have no idea what that was about or what town we were in. Luckily, all of this not knowing and confusion did not ruin the trip for me. I probably should have asked "where are we?" or "what are we doing here?" more often but I felt like figuring it out through doing and seeing for myself rather than admit that I truly had no idea what the activities written in the itinerary (in melay) entailed. I usually laughed to myself saying, "where the heck am I?" and that kept it from becoming overwhelmingly frustrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said yes to this trip for a number of reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Be outside of KK, experience life in Sabah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Get to know more students and staff better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Practice listening to and speaking in melay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Stupendous photo ops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Keep life interesting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm glad I said yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4Yr0-cBPUQ/TqAutElqztI/AAAAAAAAAR4/edMEouFu7jU/s1600/100_5384.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4Yr0-cBPUQ/TqAutElqztI/AAAAAAAAAR4/edMEouFu7jU/s400/100_5384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665579683092811474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a lot of pictures of flowers and other artsy photos. The ones in my previous blog are also from this trip. This was the first time I took pictures of the students I work with (these are only the older students from the vocation side and not the school side).  I think it's important for you to see these pictures so that you can better visualize what my life is like. These students were so great! I have a lot of fun with all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KNvI419eYnk/TqAutPOjx6I/AAAAAAAAARs/7yldaWC3-Ck/s1600/100_5308.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KNvI419eYnk/TqAutPOjx6I/AAAAAAAAARs/7yldaWC3-Ck/s400/100_5308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665579685948671906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope you are all having fantastic moments wherever you are reading this. As always, thank you for reading and &lt;b&gt;thank you so much&lt;/b&gt; for your prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-5024918022707304991?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/5024918022707304991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/10/pretty-big-mouth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/5024918022707304991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/5024918022707304991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/10/pretty-big-mouth.html' title='pretty big mouth'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-agyxk-XfKfw/TqAuubHsLqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MrsX64L5U7A/s72-c/100_5415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-5378737755750512785</id><published>2011-10-20T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T06:41:41.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prayers for rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Time to be honest with you. I've had some rough weeks. Peter and I hit a bump in the road but are still happy together (though many miles apart). Mom was in Texas to help take care of a family friend who is battling cancer. She came back in time to leave again and go to Arizona to visit with Tante Mary in hospice care. Oy. I knew what that meant. She would be gone from this earth soon. But I was (am) so far away from all of my family so it seems like everyone is gone from this earth. Right? No. Not right. She died last week. And I miss her. And I miss everyone. Everyone dies eventually. That fact was what made me &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; worried to leave everyone for a year; "What if somebody dies?! I can't come to the funeral. I can't comfort other loved ones. I can't be with family or loved ones who understand. I'll be so far away." I'm glad I got to see Tante in May for graduation. Her laughter and smiles are still with me.&lt;div&gt;But today was difficult. It was Friday here (usually a stupendous thing) but Thursday October 20 in the United States. My parents and extended family on my mom's side would be celebrating Tante's life with (whatever you want to call it) a memorial service in Arizona. Mismatched earrings. October 20 is also Mom's birthday. That hurt too. For the first time since I got here, I looked around and did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; want to be here; "Who are these people? What am I doing here? I wish I could be with Momma today, on her birthday, at Tante's funeral. Why am I working today? Who will allow me to cry on their shoulder? Can everyone tell that I need a hug and am on the verge of tears?" They could tell. Funny thing about Malaysians is they don't show public displays of affection. I've observed that it's really only teenagers at the mall walking really close to each other, parents hugging or kissing their child, and married couples holding hands. That's the most I've seen. "Who will hug me?!" Of course, my sweet makcik saw my face, eyes red, and asked me if I was sad today for some reason. She said it was a guess. I nodded and tried to explain through my handkerchief. I had already told a few coworkers and I thought they would explain &lt;i&gt;for me&lt;/i&gt; so that I wouldn't have to do it again. I looked around and they were silent. She asked if I was homesick. I held up two fingers. "There are two reasons I am homesick right now. My auntie's funeral is today." I looked down at my watch. "Right now. Right now my parents are there and..." Tears. "And it's my mom's birthday!" She walked over to me. "Oh Allisun. It's okay. Don't cry. Ohh aww." She was hugging me. Right in the middle of the Arts and Crafts area with at least 7 trainees looking at us and maybe 4 staff members. Horrifying. (such a three) This is not how I want people to see me. No one knows what to do. I don't even know what I expect anyone to do in that situation! Hug the white lady? Look away? Leave the room? Hand her some tissues? I don't know if it's because of the language barrier but three people told me to calm down and not to cry. In my world, if I need to cry then I'm going to cry! I'll probably feel better too. I don't want to pretend that I don't want to cry. But I did. I wiped and sucked it all back. I looked at my work and continued with it. I was silent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout the day I let out big sighs. People noticed. They looked and said, "Kenapa [why], Allisun? No more crying okay?" I nodded. It's painful though. I came back to my room a few times today. The internet was pretty nonexistent and I just wanted to hear from loved ones and let them know that I was thinking of them. But no. Loneliness and homesickness at its finest. My original schedule has me off on Fridays starting at lunch time but after some reevaluation this week, Joan and I decided I would go to the meetings on Friday afternoon with the vocational trainers. I was all set to do that, assuming it would only be about an hour and loved ones would still be awake and online afterwards. The meeting went longer but still, I had hope I could make it. As soon as the meeting started to wind down... the rain came. And with full force. We had to end the meeting simply because we could not hear each other over the sound it was making on the roof. Lakes, instantly, appeared between the vocational side and the side that has my family members in the cyber world of my computer. Lightning. Crashing thunder. Leaks in the roof like waterfalls. And then genuinely feeling cold (a rare occurrence). "Good night Pacific Coast time zone. It was a nice try but there's no way for me to contact you, especially if I'm wearing TOMS, don't even have my umbrella, and it's raining buckets. When you do wake up, I'll have written this and said goodbye to October 20, 2011. Perhaps this sakit hati [sick/achey liver] will be finished with its sickness. I'll still miss you though. I'll still wish I could have been there. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_PcOkTo1xo/TqFxZDU9wgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/B4GoJyQJV1Q/s1600/100_5427.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_PcOkTo1xo/TqFxZDU9wgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/B4GoJyQJV1Q/s400/100_5427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665934481412702722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJG0zA7toSk/TqFxYax89aI/AAAAAAAAASs/gZ0OU2ZXFnw/s1600/100_5419.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJG0zA7toSk/TqFxYax89aI/AAAAAAAAASs/gZ0OU2ZXFnw/s400/100_5419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665934470528431522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hVKAP7EBkY/TqFxYACuoJI/AAAAAAAAASc/PGkLVpzHEZo/s1600/100_5429.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hVKAP7EBkY/TqFxYACuoJI/AAAAAAAAASc/PGkLVpzHEZo/s400/100_5429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665934463351038098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all these things I remember that I am blessed. Blessed to have Tante in my life. Blessed to have a momma to wish a happy birthday. Blessed to be in Malaysia. Blessed with rain that nourishes the flowers and plants. Blessed with the ability to feel, breathe, weep, love. For all of this, I thank God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-5378737755750512785?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/5378737755750512785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/10/prayers-for-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/5378737755750512785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/5378737755750512785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/10/prayers-for-rain.html' title='prayers for rain'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_PcOkTo1xo/TqFxZDU9wgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/B4GoJyQJV1Q/s72-c/100_5427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-2935669560640978527</id><published>2011-10-10T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T04:41:43.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missed the boat</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;div&gt;I wanted to write about this idea; "God will provide." It's been crazy lately, how I ask for something or need something and it magically appears. Of course, that doesn't happen 100% of the time, but very often. Often enough for me to be amazed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I've said before, my 'aunties' cook for me, quite a bit. I don't ask for it. I just go to them to say hello and they ask me to sit and then they ask me to eat. And then they ask me to eat more. I have a large supply of maggi (similar to ramen) that I can make anytime another meal opportunity fails to come up but I've only had to cook maggi once. Once. I could be sitting outside, watching the sunset, wondering to myself, "what am I going to eat? It's Friday and I have no plans. I'm lonely." Moments later I get a text message from another YAGM inviting me to eat with her. Wow! Stuff like that happens to me a lot. Even you all, my supporters, have shown that. I wasn't worried about raising funds for YAGM. I knew we could make it work, somehow.  I could take money out of savings or sell my car. But I didn't have to do any of that. God provided! Through you! Above the goal! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;THANK YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It is very exciting.  On Sunday I forgot what time I was supposed to leave for church and was all ready when I realized that I was totally late.  I decided I would stay home, blog, sleep, be bored, instead. I was all set to skype my parents when I saw a friend in the kitchen looking like she was about to go to church. I asked her and she said I could come with her but to be aware that Catholic Mass is different from Presbyterian worship. No problem! And just like that, I was in the car going to church, something I really &lt;i&gt;wanted&lt;/i&gt; to do and had concluded wasn't going to happen this time around. I tend to think God is helping make all of this possible. If not, then Malaysians can read minds. One or the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went to a benefit dinner sort of event the other night and it was hilarious. I just said yes (free dinner, of course the answer is yes) and got in the car. I was most likely &lt;i&gt;under&lt;/i&gt;dressed and nothing could have prepared me for this event! It had something to do with heart disease, "Society for the Sabah Heart Fund" raising money for kids with heart diseases. The food was all new stuff, all 8 courses of newness. But the entertainment was what made it funny! First there was a band, normal, nothing special.  Then there was a man who sang with a really deep voice and almost sounded like he was from the United States. And then there was this Elvis Presley impersonator with the whole outfit and hip-shaking. Lastly, a beautiful young lady who has won all sorts of national awards for her voice and even won Malaysian Idol sang to us. She sang an Adele song, beautifully. Hil.Are.Ious.  Just the whole situation. Why was I invited to this random thing with all this food and entertainment oh and the fancy pants guest of honors who must have been a big deal because we all had to stand up when they came in and when they left.  Sure beats sitting at home studying Melay. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bykazvou2lM/TpFs7HmtmAI/AAAAAAAAARk/3VqbucXkRh0/s1600/100_5251.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bykazvou2lM/TpFs7HmtmAI/AAAAAAAAARk/3VqbucXkRh0/s400/100_5251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661425969490925570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's so great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cf9l0jyurwM/TpFpyctyNjI/AAAAAAAAARU/e7DwHvNQy6s/s1600/100_5253.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cf9l0jyurwM/TpFpyctyNjI/AAAAAAAAARU/e7DwHvNQy6s/s400/100_5253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661422522004026930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm. The strangest thing we probably ate was this vegetable stew that had HUGE, whole mushrooms in it. Other new foods include the coffee flavored meat, sea cucumber soup (not a vegetable), and sweet like candy breaded chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've become even more confident in speaking Melay. I definitely need others to slow down or translate a few words when we're talking but I'm not afraid to do that. We have a new group of 3 or 4 nurses come in and stay for a week. They observe and help out where they can (sound like my job eh?). Well I don't interact with them much but last week I just straight up walked up to one of the ladies and shook her hand and told her all about myself. As much as I could remember how to say in Melay. I am very proud of myself! Sometimes I'm shy but Monday must have been a good day for me! If I introduce myself in Melay it can be a disaster because then the person I'm speaking with assumes I'm fluent and will talk quickly but this woman knew I was still learning. I really appreciated how she continued to greet me in Melay throughout the week even though her English is probably better than my Melay.  Today the staff had a meeting and they asked me to stand up and introduce myself and I &lt;i&gt;chose&lt;/i&gt; to do it in Melay. I think they were impressed, I'm not sure.  I feel well on my way to fluent.  I'll tell a student to work or "don't be lazy" and the way they look at me makes me feel like I'm saying it waaaay wrong. That's been a little frustrating for me. Last week we had some big changes.  My friend who had been working in the Kantin moved to the bakery and the teacher at the bakery moved to the Kantin. My schedule has me in the Kantin nearly everyday so the teacher I had gotten to know left and I'm trying to adjust to helping out a different teacher. Also, the students from the transition class are 'trying out' the vocational locations for one or two weeks at a time.  So the day there was a switch there was also an addition of a couple students in the Kantin.  This is rough! I just got to know the Kantin trainees, they taught me what their job is, now there are two new faces and someone needs to teach them what to do. Am I the one to teach them? It's hard for students to listen to me if they can't understand me and I can't understand them, so it makes me feel awful.  I think we'll figure it out somehow though.  I like all of them! We have fun just being around and attempting to communicate or laughing. It makes me smile to just think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QP7qVIDBT04/TpFpyjEmO4I/AAAAAAAAARc/571FIqO687E/s1600/100_5284.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QP7qVIDBT04/TpFpyjEmO4I/AAAAAAAAARc/571FIqO687E/s400/100_5284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661422523710323586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate to break it to you but this isn't actually what the sunset looks like. But who knew that sunset photos with the flash on makes a pretty outstanding shot? I also randomly went outside today for my daily sunset watching and saw the most amazing one yet. So so so pretty. I felt very close to God. Then I realized that the sun I'm watching is making its way up in Chicago about the same time I watch it disappear. Haha! Insane, but beautiful. It was so peaceful with the waves and the stormy clouds but perfect colors. That's where I really get to pray. And listen. I'm loving my moments and days here. I love you all too! Thanks everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-2935669560640978527?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/2935669560640978527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/10/missed-boat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/2935669560640978527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/2935669560640978527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/10/missed-boat.html' title='missed the boat'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bykazvou2lM/TpFs7HmtmAI/AAAAAAAAARk/3VqbucXkRh0/s72-c/100_5251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-2551844776452635151</id><published>2011-10-04T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T06:15:58.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Greetings friends!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy to report that my life is becoming routine here.  This past weekend I took the minibus into town all on my own for the &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; time and the only bad part was the heat! I actually went to KK three times last weekend. That's a lot! I've hand-washed and machine-washed my laundry. I am still meeting staff but I know nearly everyone's name by now and am familiar with them.  I don't know all the names of the students but that would require one-on-one time with each of them. I can even communicate more and more each day. I'm learning more phrases and words. I really like when I can listen and hear a word over and over and eventually assume its meaning. Languages are fascinating, but the psychologist of me is more fascinated by the way we learn languages, are born with ears and a mouth and (usually) the ability to use them, and how our brains actually grasp a new language. Being here and interacting, even if I can't fully understand, is a work out for my brain! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been going to a presbyterian worship service with my host auntie ("makcik" is a word used for a woman who is older than the speaker and whom the speaker greatly respects and actually translates as aunt. but she doesn't have to actually be related to the speaker to be called makcik. pakcik for uncle. but I don't have any host uncles) and I plan on continuing to go to worship with her because I like her and the people are nice too. We walk to the airport to catch a bus that takes us to the main terminal of KK. Then we walk a bit of a distance to worship which is at the top story of a building with a bakery and random shops at the ground level. The location itself is different from what I am used to. But did I have expectations about worship with my makcik? No. YAGM=no expectations. I've been to other churches since I've been in Malaysia and their basic outline is the same. "Worship" is the first 40ish minutes and then "service" is the last hour or so. Give or take about 15 minutes. Basically, the first half is music, songs, and prayers and the second half has all your basic liturgyness.  I like how the lyrics for the songs are on the big screen up front and I can practice my pronunciation and speed and yet have no idea what it is that I am singing.  I can tell it's good though.  I can understand about 5% of the words in any given song, so that's a start.  The sermons here seem more broken down by reading.  We read a reading from the Bible and then the pastor preaches and prays and then we read the second reading and then the pastor preaches on that. I think. I can't understand it.  But we bring our Bibles to worship with us.  My makcik tells me the verse and I look it up and read it to myself while it is read outloud in Melay.  This is actually a super neat thing.  It may seem frustrating but I &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; understand the reading, because I can read it in English, and I read it over and over and have my own reflective 'lectio divino' going on.  I don't want to say I write my own sermon, but I listen to a few of the words that the preacher says that I can understand and I infer what I might say concerning those understandable words and the reading together. I integrate it a bit. But not being able to understand the preacher allows me to be in my own prayerful world in a room with a couple hundred other individuals who are hearing the holy spirit through the lips of the preacher. Is my theology totally out of wack? I just started to feel weird about what I've written here, but it's the truth. I don't understand the preacher so I just make something up in my head and keep the verse in mind. Isn't that awesome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; awesome than that; my makcik handed me her New Testament Bible that's both in English and Melay. She's letting me borrow it for I don't know how long (language barrier).  She handed it to me in the middle of the service and I started trying to memorize words or recognize words I already knew or could guess.  I was thinking that this year I would read my Bible, since I have time to myself nearly everyday, but this is better. I started reading it a little bit yesterday. It's slow going because I read a verse in Melay and then the translation in English and then break it down word by word trying to figure out which word exactly translates to which English word, where I can find the tense, number, etc. It's powerful though. How insane would it be to attempt to teach myself Melay through the New Testament!!?  Completely possible and utterly amazing. I don't think she knows what a truly powerful gift this could become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's all religious and neat but here's what else I've been doing. The other day I went jogging with some friends down the beach road and to this big all-purpose park called Perdana Park. I hope I spelled that right. They have a huge playground, restaurants, like 3 different tracks/roads for walking and jogging, stretching equipment, pure drinking water station, and a lake. Every night the lake has this fountain show with pretty colors and fun music. We saw the show! It's pretty nifty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HbdMbeWK33s/TomuasoH92I/AAAAAAAAARM/DY8--IBAB-s/s1600/100_5184.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HbdMbeWK33s/TomuasoH92I/AAAAAAAAARM/DY8--IBAB-s/s400/100_5184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659246180447024994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had Japanese trainers here for the last two weeks for an Autism Spectrum Disorders program called Kololo. I didn't attend any of the sessions, well actually I went to one seminar but I couldn't tell you what I learned, oops, but I saw a lot of interactions with the Autism Spectrum Disorders unit here at SM. Well they left on Sunday but on Friday (when all the training was over) I was invited to go do some last-minute site-seeing with them. I've noticed that I never turn down an invitation around here. Nearly never. No matter what food it is or how hot it is outside, I say yes and at the end of the day I am happy that I did! We went to the "Cultural Villages" which is this big lot with traditional styled houses. It was pretty sweet. I took some nice photos, but mostly it was just hot. You can't really ask me anything about these houses because I don't have any answers. We just oo'd and aah'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OAqU-fBCGE/TomuaTUDtDI/AAAAAAAAARE/wt7AVhCqs5E/s1600/100_5190.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OAqU-fBCGE/TomuaTUDtDI/AAAAAAAAARE/wt7AVhCqs5E/s400/100_5190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659246173651973170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knew I was going to miss the sunset so I just took what I could get from the curve of a roundabout. There are actually a lot of roundabouts here. Which is cool because I'm in the small minority that loves roundabouts. But notice, the cars drive on the left side of the roaaad. In a roundabout you lean the &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; direction! Haha! Crazy! Speaking of which, I think I'm used to it. We have to cross the street at SM in order to get to the vocational/senior side. My supervisor (and my own desk/office space) is on that side too actually. But lately I have looked right when I crossed the street &lt;i&gt;BEFORE&lt;/i&gt;  I looked left. I never really thought about it. And the sidewalks don't say anything about where to look like they do in London, so this is big news (for me)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ve4QCO4cApA/TomuaDUm2mI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/xQPvB3JNZsE/s1600/100_5212.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ve4QCO4cApA/TomuaDUm2mI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/xQPvB3JNZsE/s400/100_5212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659246169359309410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have more stories but this is already plenty long so I will save them for another day! Happy reading! Thanks for everything. Seriously. Talk soon!&lt;div&gt;peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-2551844776452635151?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/2551844776452635151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/10/these-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/2551844776452635151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/2551844776452635151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/10/these-days.html' title='these days'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HbdMbeWK33s/TomuasoH92I/AAAAAAAAARM/DY8--IBAB-s/s72-c/100_5184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-6650797477009338143</id><published>2011-09-23T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T22:47:00.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't remember exactly what I've already explained concerning my living situation but I have some photos of my room and kitchen. You've already seen some of Seri Mengasih and the sunsets too! I'll just describe what it's like for me here so you don't have to worry about my comfort and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qa-s_eXnn28/Tn1SROXpuvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/eCSlk4x8FAI/s1600/100_5142.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qa-s_eXnn28/Tn1SROXpuvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/eCSlk4x8FAI/s400/100_5142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655767162915764978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my room!! As you can see, I brought mydog, I bring him everywhere. I am like a 5 year old. On my desk I have Melay notes, my computer, and some snacks. I keep all of my food in my room because I don't really have a place for it in the kitchen.  I also have a terrific A/C system above my desk that can make this room like a refrigerator! Lately it seems like I have been collecting food. People just give me their leftovers and stuff they don't want. I must look hungry or too thin to them. Or they're just wonderful and hospitable people. But I have gone to the supermarket a couple times and got the necessities. By the way, the supermarket nearest to here is called Sunny. Ha. That's my favorite part about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UhGIRdnFMrE/Tn1Vm9XcpuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xv7eaz8_HQU/s1600/100_5143.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UhGIRdnFMrE/Tn1Vm9XcpuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xv7eaz8_HQU/s400/100_5143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655770834843510498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second view of my room. This is an old colonial house. Apparently it's extremely old. But they've added on and on, extra buildings and such creating Seri Mengasih. In fact, there's a small road that separates this side with the house and Junior classes from the other side with the vocational, group home, and Senior classes. I have a window here but if I open it I will simply see the hallway and the closet with tools in it. Therefore, it has become a shelf-type thing where I can hang and hook nearly anything!  The floor... hmmm. When I first arrived here and my friend Dayang knocked on the door of my room to make sure I was okay she said, "How is your room? You like it? It's nice, yeah? I like. Except the floor. It make me confusing. I don't know why they put the floor this way. I am not liking it." HAHA! It doesn't bother me. It's similar to a tablecloth material, plasticy and thick. It's nicer than cement, and I can't imagine Malaysia having carpet. I don't mind it at all. The design is what Dayang was confused about though. I think it's supposed to look like rocks. Silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3An7Ei-87Jo/Tn1dxYmRsKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/u_f_xnmy2Xo/s1600/100_5144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3An7Ei-87Jo/Tn1dxYmRsKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/u_f_xnmy2Xo/s400/100_5144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655779810045178018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third and last view of my room. Nothing too fancy. My big window!! It opens to the back wall of the next building. A little bit of light shines through though, enough to let me know if it's dark or light out. More bars and hooks for me to hang things from I guess. I took out the bottom drawer of my wardrobe because it was malfunctioning. It's nice that everything I have to wear and then some fits in this wardrobe. Above the wardrobe is a huge shelving unit that you can see a little bit of in this photo. It's difficult for me to use because the shelves are too high! I've put a few things but I don't have much for "storage" meaning I don't have anything that I'm not going to need in the immediate future.  The shelves would be perfect for long-term storage. It's too bad. Maybe if I had some pottery or pictures I could set them up there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my room! It's named after an island called Sipadan.  The toilet is down the hall past the kitchen. My closest neighbor is just across the hall.  My room is the closest room to the shower, which is its own room.  Showering is a bit like locking yourself into a tiled closet.  Everything works and cold showers are definitely growing on me because I'm never cold enough to want a warm shower!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the kitchen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-eTZ2C8RZU/Tn1o0XV59oI/AAAAAAAAAQc/U-aNgy4Fk9Q/s1600/100_5145.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-eTZ2C8RZU/Tn1o0XV59oI/AAAAAAAAAQc/U-aNgy4Fk9Q/s400/100_5145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655791955875591810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMXAeh3USLo/Tn1pzDCrzAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XyqD9Jbv3lU/s1600/100_5146.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMXAeh3USLo/Tn1pzDCrzAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XyqD9Jbv3lU/s400/100_5146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655793032758021122" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJKmhjx1_1E/Tn1q9b2cpBI/AAAAAAAAAQs/wlaTj-QBlhE/s1600/100_5147.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJKmhjx1_1E/Tn1q9b2cpBI/AAAAAAAAAQs/wlaTj-QBlhE/s400/100_5147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655794310727902226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMXAeh3USLo/Tn1pzDCrzAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XyqD9Jbv3lU/s1600/100_5146.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMXAeh3USLo/Tn1pzDCrzAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XyqD9Jbv3lU/s1600/100_5146.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essentially anyone can cook and eat here. There is a second building where staff live with its own kitchen but they seem to prefer eating here. I haven't really asked anyone about that situation. The kitchen has rice cookers, toaster, water boiler, microwave, stoves, and fridge. All the essentials. I'm not sure about cooking here so my ingredients are limited to milk, eggs, noodles, bread, butter, coconut jelly, and salt n pepa. I have other things too and whenever someone is going to the grocery store I tag along just in case because there most likely is something I need or could use. I have found myself needing coffee, like &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; needing coffee, at least once a day so I'm glad our Melay teacher gave us all housewarming gifts of instant coffee packets!! The point was to determine our favorite so that we can buy our flavor in bulk. I haven't finished the tasting process yet though! One extra fancy thing about this kitchen is the water purifying machine doo-dad that's attached to one of the sinks! I don't have to buy bottled water! I'm not really opposed to drinking the water of the country you live in because eventually your body should be able to handle it but because even the locals refuse to drink water from the tap, I should avoid it too. I haven't had any stomach problems! Only minor, normal, everyday aches and pains. Life is still good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, finally, what blog would be complete without the latest sunset picture? Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jebytuUei2A/Tn1q9lEv31I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7II6IaWRW18/s400/100_5149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655794313203801938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all like crazy. Talk to you later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-6650797477009338143?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/6650797477009338143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/09/welcome-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/6650797477009338143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/6650797477009338143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/09/welcome-home.html' title='welcome home'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qa-s_eXnn28/Tn1SROXpuvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/eCSlk4x8FAI/s72-c/100_5142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-4784947190272739647</id><published>2011-09-16T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T02:05:37.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that'll be the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have a schedule!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Monday&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morning Exercises 7:30-8:30am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CP Unit 9-11:30am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kantin 11:30am-1pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OETU 1pm-3pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morning Exercises 7:30-8:30am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CP Unit 9-11:30am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kantin 11:30am-1pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Concert Training 1-3pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morning Exercises 7:30-8:30&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English 9-11:30am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kantin 11:30am-1pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Concert Training 1-3pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morning Exercises 7:30-8:30am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English 9-11:30am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kantin 11:30am-1pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Concert Training 1-3pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morning Exercises 7:30-8:30am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Art and Craft 9-11:30am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Office Hours 11:30am-3pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relax&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend school functions if I'm needed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Explore KK and Sabah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so weekends weren't really in the schedule that my supervisor gave me but I figured you might like to know.  No two days are exactly the same. That's because I rotate through three different groups for morning exercises and the afternoon activities that happen during concert training are all different. This concert that the kids are practicing for is in late November. SM is celebrating their anniversary and having a big banquet so everyone's rehearsing. I'm not sure in what capacity I will help out with that but I'm willing to do anything. The school has Juniors, Seniors, and Vocational trainees. The Juniors are considered elementary school and is made up of three fairly small classes. The Seniors are around high school age and also three small classes. On the Vocational side of SM students (trainees) can choose from working in the Kantin, Bakery, or Souvenirs/Arts and Crafts. Trainees stay in their chosen vocation for a year or so and are trained to eventually have a job that hopefully incorporates some of the skills they have already attained here. On top of that, the school also provides the open employment unit to help individuals find jobs or practice what it's like to be employed. I will know more about these units as I am working with them from time to time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple other notes to clear things up: CP stands for Cerebral Palsy. Monday and Tuesday mornings will be spent in the CPU learning the basics of physical therapy with the few individuals that are currently enrolled in those therapeutic sessions here. This is an awesome opportunity to learn and try something very new to me. Working in the Kantin and Arts and Crafts will most likely entail serving as an extra pair of hands and eyes to watch the students and fill in where I'm needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I'm feeling very fortunate. This job will most likely be hard at times but getting to know people, practicing what language I've gained, living somewhat independently, smiling at others and receiving a smile back, taking coffee breaks, and the amazing support I've had from new friends and supervisors here has been wonderful. I enjoy everyone. All the people I have met are friendly and helpful. They invite me in, call me by name, and treat me like a family member. They're the definition of hospitable. Plus, I have internet access for most of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My supervisor and the school principal have told me that my schedule is subject to change. They have also talked about changing the bulk of my job in the new year so that I am not stuck doing the exact same thing for all 11 months. I'm not too concerned about that though, especially if no two days in one week looks exactly the same. I'm not just serving in Malaysia, I am a servant. There's hardly a job I won't do. I figure the more open I am, then the more rewarding and transformational my year will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZlBiC2VVso/TnRQF4g3MZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LLcnjJp33O8/s1600/100_5109.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZlBiC2VVso/TnRQF4g3MZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LLcnjJp33O8/s400/100_5109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653231494256603538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please let me know if you have any questions. Maybe I could make a blog about it or tell a story. I'm rarely out of ideas for blogs but I want to make sure that the information I give you is information you are actually interested in reading about. Constructive criticism is always welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7phM67dDZaQ/TnRe2XSoutI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XwsV4pgfvAw/s1600/100_5093.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7phM67dDZaQ/TnRe2XSoutI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XwsV4pgfvAw/s400/100_5093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653247720314944210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9sjMSGgH-0/TnRe2BCAQDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/u3jZIGiOyH4/s1600/100_5097.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9sjMSGgH-0/TnRe2BCAQDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/u3jZIGiOyH4/s400/100_5097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653247714339602482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;standing at the beach but looking towards Seri Mengasih. There it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aH_8hTMEMZI/TnRe19VaqnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1HKCMhivadg/s1600/100_5091.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aH_8hTMEMZI/TnRe19VaqnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1HKCMhivadg/s400/100_5091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653247713347283570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The playground. Fairly unused but quite photogenic, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-4784947190272739647?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/4784947190272739647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/09/thatll-be-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/4784947190272739647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/4784947190272739647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/09/thatll-be-day.html' title='that&apos;ll be the day'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZlBiC2VVso/TnRQF4g3MZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LLcnjJp33O8/s72-c/100_5109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-1225611345373218244</id><published>2011-09-13T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T02:20:25.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life in technicolor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How's it going?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysia is amazing. Duh. The last few days of in-country orientation were definitely fun! We did an amazing race challenge where we paired up and attempted to follow clues that were given in Malay! Lou was my partner and we thought we were making good time, because we were. But we decided to wait 45 minutes at a bus stop for the "right" bus to take us to the next neighborhood/town.  It was really fun but most of the challenges required us "trying" something so we were full by the time we got to our destination!! Haha. It was fun to test our knowledge in the real world. I'm not really afraid of public transit at all now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting our supervisors was fun too. I was so excited when I first met and talked with Joan that I was almost crying. Everything is just going and it is all good stuff. She described the staff, site, children, my house.  Plus, I had a banana split that I didn't have to split with anyone. Lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also participated in the Chinese Moon Cake festival! The real 'holiday' was actually on Monday but our friend pushed her party up so that we could go since we would fully disperse on Sunday.  Moon Cakes are these little soft and chewy cakes.  Some that we had were homemade so that was amazing. It's a very traditional snack. They fed us other food that night too. We were grateful. I thoroughly enjoyed all the tea they served us! But before we ate moon cakes we were invited to join in on the paper lantern making and then lantern walk around the neighborhood. My photos don't seem to portray how cute but beautiful it was to do that with these new friends.  The kids there (plenty of those) were so so excited to walk with their paper lanterns! Maybe that's because it's fire and who doesn't love fire? We all had different colors and shapes and sizes. It was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day (Sunday) we had a beautiful commissioning worship service at one of the English speaking congregations in KK.  We were introduced and then everyone prayed for us. Church members engaged in conversation with us afterwards. They were intrigued by our presence, and, like most people, wanted to know what brought us to &lt;i&gt;Malaysia&lt;/i&gt; of all places? The pastor's kid, Calvin, invited all of us to lunch. All of us, plus all of his people. Youth group!! Lunch with 30 young adults is hilarious. In fact, I think some people left because there simply wasn't enough space. Young people in Malaysia (KK) speak and understand English for the most part. These teenagers were great!  Sometimes I get tired of small talk conversation but when you're explaining LA to someone who's never been or what it means to be "from the midwest" to a young Malaysian person, it's a lot more interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This YAGM Malaysia crew had to finish up our packing and get on with the show though! Joan picked me up a couple hours after lunch. She took me to get some starting out groceries but I had no idea what the kitchen looked like/had so that was a bit rough. But the supermarket that I go to because it's closest to my placement is called Sunny. I like that. Obviously. As soon as I could, I settled in at my placement site. Finally! No more living out of a suitcase. For 11 months or so, I get to use the wardrobe and desk and floor space without packing it back up. When was the last time that was my reality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joan asked two other staff who live at Seri Mengasih (SM) to invite me for dinner, so they did. And it was delicious!! Homemade Malaysian foooood. These two staff are about twice my age but they are the kindest women ever. They have already adopted me.  They know English, but I'm trying my best to practice Malay with them. It's sweet because they constantly invite me, "please, sit. eat with us. talk with me. come with us. eat this. drink this. do you want this?" I haven't found a polite way to say "No, I'm okay thank you" because I do value these new relationships so much. I don't know the words in Malay and the words "I don't need any, thank you" don't really work. Haha! It's okay though. We walked up the beach yesterday (I say 'up' because I'm pretty sure we went north up the coast) and it was so wonderful. I could do that nearly every day. The sky and sea look great next to each other. It's a bit like a dream. I like the sunsets. You can never have too many pictures of the same sun setting on the same sea right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point, my friend asked me, "Allisun, what brought you here, to Seri Mengasih, to Malaysia?" "Tuhan," I told her. She immediately said, "God bless you." Tuhan means God. I think she was looking for a different answer but she took it, understood, acknowledged that it is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6B5Sy92cU8/Tm9LVc-C71I/AAAAAAAAAO0/vbWXKPORevI/s1600/100_5007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6B5Sy92cU8/Tm9LVc-C71I/AAAAAAAAAO0/vbWXKPORevI/s400/100_5007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651818889299029842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the clues from our "Amazing Race" challenge for language class. Instructions in bahasa melayu! And yes, we can read and understand that :) if read slowly and with a Malay phrasebook. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8H3lRlL2-1Y/Tm9K0jLzr3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/5zurvyv5_78/s1600/100_5043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8H3lRlL2-1Y/Tm9K0jLzr3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/5zurvyv5_78/s400/100_5043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651818324031680370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on we got to participate in a Moon Cake party. Kek Bulan! We made lanterns with the little kids and walked all around the neighborhood with our pretty colors. It was wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZ7Qoj_GzNU/Tm9K0QJBOSI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ssuGpL96rdg/s1600/100_5059.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZ7Qoj_GzNU/Tm9K0QJBOSI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ssuGpL96rdg/s400/100_5059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651818318919711010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moon cakes. Some homemade! Probably an acquired taste and definitely not for those who have problems with textures &lt;i&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; one who has a big sweet tooth. I would do it again. The tea was delicious too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9bfdpi4OG0/Tm9K0PdLwWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pOQJ4jdY1lc/s1600/100_5071.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9bfdpi4OG0/Tm9K0PdLwWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pOQJ4jdY1lc/s400/100_5071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651818318735851874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of the playground and classrooms at Seri Mengasih (SM). This is only a portion of the entire 'campus.' More to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VcuKaw9TgwQ/Tm9Kz1B3-oI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_kIxwZN9iow/s1600/100_5080_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VcuKaw9TgwQ/Tm9Kz1B3-oI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_kIxwZN9iow/s400/100_5080_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651818311641987714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A walk up the beach from SM at sunset will provide views like this. I can't get over it. Three evenings here and three gorgeous sunsets. They might start to look the same eventually but I will try to continue to enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SBW7DZzjHdk/Tm9Kzu4AwRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aBn3xj8BKKE/s1600/100_5085.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SBW7DZzjHdk/Tm9Kzu4AwRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aBn3xj8BKKE/s400/100_5085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651818309990007058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It rained a tad on our walk back to SM but by the time we got to the 'backyard' it had stopped and I took one last photo with my nearly dead camera. This is real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-1225611345373218244?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/1225611345373218244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-in-technicolor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/1225611345373218244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/1225611345373218244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-in-technicolor.html' title='life in technicolor'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6B5Sy92cU8/Tm9LVc-C71I/AAAAAAAAAO0/vbWXKPORevI/s72-c/100_5007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-5776555316779839269</id><published>2011-09-07T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T07:03:07.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>field below</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;div&gt;Our in-country orientation plus language training is almost over! On Friday I will meet my site supervisor for this year and on Sunday I will move out of the dorms here at STS and into the house at Seri Mengasih. This is good news indeed! We have been blessed with our Malay teacher, Rose, and it will be hard to adjust without her wealth of knowledge and language. I'll be on my own with just my notebook! Many anxieties come with this ending and the &lt;i&gt;real thing&lt;/i&gt; beginning. But I am excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past two weeks we have... done and learned so much. Too much to explain, so I will have to sum up &lt;b&gt;;)&lt;/b&gt; I have a loose grasp on the language. I have wandered around the town (city) enough and have a feel for that.  We went on a boat ride to an island, so now I know how to get to the beach.  We've met pastors and BCCM friends who will continue to keep contact with us and support us.  I have become more adjusted to the heat and humidity.  We played badminton with local reverends!  I have also become accustomed to the food here and all of its deliciousness. I have listened and discovered more and more about Sabah and Kota Kinabalu from the stories we hear and the places we go.  I have developed relationships with the YAGM in Malaysia that will become more important with every day here. They are marvelous individuals. We have different stories, motivations, personalities, and intentions but we are all here to love. So that is exciting! I look forward to leaning on them and them leaning on me when necessary this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next post will have valuable information about contacting me, and what my next year will look like in terms of the living situation. This is getting real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-77d6Ro_rUSc/TmnV3hNcpbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kN1koZz2TpI/s1600/100_4970.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-77d6Ro_rUSc/TmnV3hNcpbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kN1koZz2TpI/s400/100_4970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650282357297292722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunset. The first of many. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BE9sExDjPJU/TmnV2dj7AqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tSASyxcBYYI/s1600/100_4940.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BE9sExDjPJU/TmnV2dj7AqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tSASyxcBYYI/s400/100_4940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650282339137946274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drank coconut milk straight from the coconut. This picture is real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fhm7Vw-2RQo/TmnV2BMz3OI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MG69kh2jQPU/s1600/100_4963.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fhm7Vw-2RQo/TmnV2BMz3OI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MG69kh2jQPU/s400/100_4963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650282331524816098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for the boats back to the city. This was taken from Sapi Island. Where we spent the day... getting sunburned. It was spectacular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zqnLCH4rUZc/TmnV1i0JhhI/AAAAAAAAANs/7mAmsIvL-tY/s1600/100_4921.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zqnLCH4rUZc/TmnV1i0JhhI/AAAAAAAAANs/7mAmsIvL-tY/s400/100_4921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650282323368314386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuaran Mee. A local dish. Noodles (mee) cooked with egg for flavor. Veggies, chicken, pork, and shrimp!! The most amazing. To drink, Milo ping (iced). Milo is basically hot chocolate or chocolate milk. Not as milky though. Very delicious and refreshing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-5776555316779839269?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/5776555316779839269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/09/field-below.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/5776555316779839269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/5776555316779839269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/09/field-below.html' title='field below'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-77d6Ro_rUSc/TmnV3hNcpbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kN1koZz2TpI/s72-c/100_4970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-9056017380239443554</id><published>2011-08-30T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T17:10:13.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a whole new world</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mizsylhlfx0/Tl17YEvNi7I/AAAAAAAAANE/cACxjh0RlsQ/s1600/100_4845.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mizsylhlfx0/Tl17YEvNi7I/AAAAAAAAANE/cACxjh0RlsQ/s400/100_4845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646805161311308722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What time is it?”  We kept asking each other on our day of travel (August 24-26).  Is it yesterday, or tomorrow? So late that it’s early or so early that it’s late? We only had two flights. Chicago to Seoul and Seoul to Kota Kinabalu.  We spent 13 hours on that plane and arrived in Seoul only 3 hours after we left (?).  We arrived later in Kota Kinabalu than we had anticipated due to a small delay, but local time, it was the next day. 27 hours of traveling. Not too bad!  Quite enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;We were greeted in Kota Kinabalu by the country coordinator, Peter H., and the bishop of the Christian church here in Sabah, Malaysia, bishop Thomas. Very sweaty. Very tired. SUPER EXCITED YAGM.&lt;br /&gt;We spent our first few days in the ‘mountains’ of Kundasang.  We stayed at a hotel where you can see the tallest peak in southeast Asia (located here in Sabah!).  We hiked, got lost, continued to hike and walk, and got found!  First adventure for the win! The next day we worshipped in a nearby town, Ranau, where the service was entirely in Chinese (Cantonese?).  After lunch we partook in more hiking but to a canopy walk which is this network of bridges way up high in the trees.  The bridges are basically planks held on by huge rope nets.  We could see the whole jungle! I did a lot of the canopy walk without holding on to the ropes (look ma! No hands!).  Then we got fish massages! These are much raved about.  You stand in the shallow side of a river and let these creepy fish suck and nibble on your dead skin!!! Freaked out? I was not and then they swarmed and were large and bit and had teeth.  It HURT!!! Also, tickled like a mo. Some of us got fish hickeys (fishickeys). New and different experience indeed.  I would do it again though; my feet are way prettier now.  Later that night we got to meet with the bishop again, this time, with his posse.  All these hilarious leaders of the church in Sabah were delighted to see us and tell us about… everything. We had dinner and conversation.  It was truly inspiring to hear how happy they are to have us.  Last year Malaysia did not have any YAGM and the year before that was the first year Malaysia had YAGM.  The one-year hiatus has left these people looking forward to us for a long time! I am honored.&lt;br /&gt;All the people are so nice. Very sweet and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;We just started language training yesterday. It’s close to four hours a day with our guru, Rose.  Super sweetheart! After class yesterday we went to town and “observed some culture.”  We went to markets and malls and saw the water for the first time! I bought some crackers called “FLYING FISH BISCUITS,” which I think is hilarious.  We didn’t really use our new language skills though.  I don’t have enough skills yet. The language is easy and the teacher is fantastic.  Being here for a year with countless others I can practice Malay with will prove helpful as well, I’m sure.&lt;br /&gt;The really awesome opossum thing so far has been today after class!  Here in Sabah Muslims and Christians have been living together and accepting one another.  The whole place is celebrating an Islamic holiday!  The moon gave birth and so we say to one another “Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri!!!”  It’s the end of Ramadan and so no more fasting.  We are forgiven! Way fun.  Our teacher invited us (all of us) to her friend’s house to celebrate. We ate dates and garlic peanuts and cookies.  Then we ate delicious food.  We were spoiled.  It was amazing because none of us knew this lady and she was so welcoming and glad to see us.  All the other guests spoke to us in English even though we wanted to practice the little Malay we know so far.  It was lovely.  Then we decided to go to this open house party they have every year for this celebration at the governor’s palace (?). It was beautiful.  There were a lot of people, food, music, but it was terrifically hot.  I caught a few people taking photographs of us, the 9 white Americans standing around awkwardly, and sweating.  I don’t care how stupid we looked or how sweaty we felt, all I know is that was fun.  I was glad to celebrate in Kota Kinabalu, my new home.  I was truly honored to be such a welcomed guest.  It’s neat to think that this was the first of many celebrations I will enjoy here.&lt;br /&gt;This is only the beginning.  My job hasn’t even started yet, and won’t until mid-September.  I’m still living out of a suitcase.  I’m still finding things that I forgot I needed to pack/bring.  I miss people.  I haven’t even felt a sense of culture shock yet.  My problem is, I don’t really see myself having that problem.  I’ve been preparing for this. I’ve been looking forward to it.  I know this culture is new and different. I knew that before coming here. We’ll see how that story plays out though.  For now, I’m enjoying my moments as best I can.&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Listening to a 50-minute sermon I can’t understand&lt;br /&gt;Smelling flowers&lt;br /&gt;Green like you’ve never seen&lt;br /&gt;Worshipping an oscillating fan&lt;br /&gt;Distant squeals from a child&lt;br /&gt;The sun saluting me and preparing to greet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bd6PAKzCrU/Tl17seFWN9I/AAAAAAAAANM/wMFBpQLwc7Q/s1600/100_4904.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bd6PAKzCrU/Tl17seFWN9I/AAAAAAAAANM/wMFBpQLwc7Q/s400/100_4904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646805511712421842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-9056017380239443554?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/9056017380239443554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/08/whole-new-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/9056017380239443554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/9056017380239443554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/08/whole-new-world.html' title='a whole new world'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mizsylhlfx0/Tl17YEvNi7I/AAAAAAAAANE/cACxjh0RlsQ/s72-c/100_4845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467438675367059573.post-4674269883941802173</id><published>2011-08-30T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T06:48:38.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading time with pickle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4EIn2ZpITHY/Tl46YnOLidI/AAAAAAAAANk/A3B6trX8ISA/s1600/100_4096.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4EIn2ZpITHY/Tl46YnOLidI/AAAAAAAAANk/A3B6trX8ISA/s400/100_4096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647015177288911314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hey there&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I was in Chicago for a week back there, sometime earlier this month and in a very different time zone.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was there for YAGM (Young Adults in Global Mission) orientation. There were 49 others, getting to know each other better and growing more anxious for our international departures coming up. We spent mornings and afternoons learning about what it means to be a YAGM.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I learned a lot. A lot. All of it was essential information.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We didn’t learn facts that we can bring up at any given moment while in our countries of service, but more internalized concepts that we now know and understand fully in our heads and hearts.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We practiced interfaith dialogues, heard music as a form of prayer, found out how to blog appropriately, and learned new travel tips, and experienced self-care and forms of meditation.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We were extremely well fed and were forced to enjoy Chicago (shout out to ELCA! Thanks!).&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was blessed with some quality time with Peter, Kim, and Jim (all very beautiful Gonias) for one day during orientation. That was splendid and necessary. Finally saying goodbye to them made leaving all the more real.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Still, maintaining internet and cell phone contact meant that we were nearby, even after all the goodbyes that were had prior to my departure to Chicago. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One really neat-o thing about orientation was our ‘lecture’ on ennegram. I am familiar with that personality typing system.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All the YAGMs attempted to discover their soul potentials and determine their ‘type.’&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Malaysia crew spent the evening after our enneagram lecture out at dinner in Chinatown, Chicago.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We talked about our ‘types’ nearly the entire time.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many told me they didn’t “want to be” the number they assume they are.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sad. But at least we got to talk about it. It was pretty cool that I could offer insight because I know some stuff.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s also great to know each other’s types. It’s already been helpful, or rather somewhat of an excuse for certain behaviors.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like it though. Fun and interesting fo’ sho’. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The end of orientation was hard/weird.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had grown closer only to disperse to further corners of the world (not just the country as it was the first time we all met and then left). Closing worship was beautiful and powerful.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I looked around and knew there were a million different emotions being had by all, and I had them all too, at once.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How wonderfully scary?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That week was awesome, really it was.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was time built in to everyday that looked like free time but served as an opportunity to process everything.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone was ready, it seemed, since about day two or three. Everyone except me.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t want to pretend I was ready. I told people I was almost ready but I’m still not sure if I was actually 100% ready and just (being a 3) decided to say I wasn’t so as not to look too something (insert adjective I might have avoided. ie: perfect?).&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was though. Ready to pack, mail my phone, board a plane, cross the world, be somewhere new, start something amazing, serve as God’s hands, go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I pray pray pray that no one at home reads this and says that they are sad that I left them.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This, unlike other moves in life, is a not a personal thing. I did not leave the country to leave you or anyone. I did not leave simply because I graduated and Peter hasn’t so I have a year to spare.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s so much bigger than that. (take me too the looney bin because I’m hearing voices) God told me to do it. God tells me everyday.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go. Matt 28:19 “Go therefore and make disciples of all nations…” I would be extremely disappointed if I had ignored that call. I doubt I’m prepared for what lies ahead but how amazing it is that I get to have God with me through it all. God with you too ya know. I am blessed. We are blessed.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first part of this call is to go, but there is a return. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The return is more crucial than the year in Malaysia. I’ll share with everyone what I come to learn. Share the good news, that God is good, even in Malaysia.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But until then, you can read the story as it unfolds and continues right here!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Peace&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3-wnAbQd3M/Tl46YCifA2I/AAAAAAAAANc/NGiVI2Bn9Lk/s1600/100_4108.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3-wnAbQd3M/Tl46YCifA2I/AAAAAAAAANc/NGiVI2Bn9Lk/s400/100_4108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647015167441961826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Pier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHkFyi-WmiU/Tl46VdPjRuI/AAAAAAAAANU/y1BYXJylBM8/s1600/100_4780.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHkFyi-WmiU/Tl46VdPjRuI/AAAAAAAAANU/y1BYXJylBM8/s400/100_4780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647015123070699234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAGM swimming at the lake. It was a pretty sunset. I didn't want to swim of course. After a short time I started playing volleyball, and that lasted for two hours. The most fun I had all throughout orientation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467438675367059573-4674269883941802173?l=allisuninkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/feeds/4674269883941802173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/08/reading-time-with-pickle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/4674269883941802173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467438675367059573/posts/default/4674269883941802173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisuninkk.blogspot.com/2011/08/reading-time-with-pickle.html' title='reading time with pickle'/><author><name>Allisun P-R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476888326306873009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtdmduwKgEM/TkC8ia0amJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZZZDjbkbtxs/s220/100_3271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4EIn2ZpITHY/Tl46YnOLidI/AAAAAAAAANk/A3B6trX8ISA/s72-c/100_4096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
