Gamblin’ Missionaries?

So a couple weeks ago, I was looking for some dice for a game we were going to play for P-day.
We were in Big C (The asian wal-mart pretty much) and we didn’t see a single pack of dice or cards.  So we kept looking and looking for a good ten minutes when we finally decided to ask where they were.  So I walked up to two workers and asked where they were.  At first they looked at me weird (like they usually did with my broken Thai), so I just repeated it, then my companion repeated it.  When they finally understood that we actually were speaking Thai correctly, and were asking for dice, one of the workers throws his hands in the air and says, “OH NO, MAI MI MAI MI!!!)  Which loosely translated, means, “NO, NO I DON’T HAVE ANY I SWEAR!”
Sooooo that was weird.
So we leave without dice and scratch our heads, but didn’t think much of it.  Just this week, I’m talking to the member (a recent LA) we took for a lesson with an investigator, and asked him if he had any dice, or knew where some dice were.  He looked at me and grinned, “Oh I know where you can get some.” He said.
So I asked him if he had any again and he nodded slowly.  I shook my head and asked why dice were so hard to find.  He just looked at me like I was stupid and laughed.
Apparently dice and face cards are illegal to own in Thailand, because they’re only used for gambling.  No simple games, only gambling.  Soooo, when I asked the Big C worker for some dice, I’ll bet you he thought I was a government worker checking the workers for illegal goods being sold.

So no dice.  I R sad.

We have two investigators in the progressing pool right now, and they have a baptism date set already.  Jum and Watermelon (Dengmou, but that means watermelon in Thai) are fantastic.  Jum is an older woman who is extremely poor, but loves her daughter.  Watermelon is her daughter, and she will read EVERYTHING you give her.  She’s constantly trying to learn everything possible, so she’s currently studying four different languages around Thailand, and English from us on Tuesdays.  They’re to be baptized this coming Sunday.  Woohoo!

As for Sak, he’s at school all day Sundays, so he can’t get baptized until he comes twice, which he wants to do.  So tonight we’re going to discuss with him at FHE and make a plan to see if he can squeeze in an hour to go to sacrament meeting.  After this semester, he’s totally game, but when Elder Codling told him he’d probably be gone by then and someone else would be here, he told us that wouldn’t do.  He has to get baptized while we’re both still here.  😀

My study chair literally broke in half.
That is all.

So when you hear sirens in Thailand, you know something huge is going down.  Mostly because in Thailand, police don’t really do anything, but when they do, it’s in full force.  Reason being that the country is military controlled right now, so the police have absolutely nothing to do, especially here in Lopburi which is a heavy military town.  Last night I heard sirens close by.

So the Thai language I can compare to Klingon very easily.  Very harsh, short sounds that convery multiple meanings.  Such as the word “Hai”  The word hai has about 6 different meanings.  You just have to figure it out in context.  >.<*
Also, the word Mai, which with different tones can mean:
No (negative form of anything)
yes/no? (question marker)

So yeah, I’m getting the hang of it, but it’s crazy sometimes.  I’m actually able to converse normally with people on the street.  Mostly inviting, but still, it’s nice to communicate.
I still don’t get every other word, but at least I can differentiate between words.  YEY!

So cockroaches here have wings.  And they’re huge.  Not too common, but HUGE AND THEY FLY ALL BUZZY BUZZY AROUND LIKE THEY’RE GONNA MURDER YOU.  HOLY GOODNESS THEY’RE SCARY.

We watched more of The District again as training, and boy do I feel inadequate.  There are so many things we’re just NOT doing, and a lot we have to get better at, too.  It’s a bit annoying, because my trainer thinks not much is wrong.  When I try to explain it, he writes it off as nothing.
so meh

In gospel news, I’ve found that the commandments are stinkin’ fantastic.  One of Heavenly Father’s greatest gifts to us is the knowledge of His commandments, which are eternal laws.  This knowledge helps us not just here in mortality, but in the afterlife as well.  God’s commandments are not just things he willy nilly wants us to do, but are eternal laws set forth for our souls.  They exist, Heavenly Father abides by them too.  Christ abides by them.  We must abide by them as well, or our souls will become corrupted.  This is no punishment by God, but rather if our own doing.  It’s just what happens.  And no unclean thing can enter into the Kingdom of God.  This is still the Book of Elliot here, but this really made sense to me.  Tell me your thoughts on eternal laws!

Anyhoo, I gotta go see me some monkeys.  (Norly, there are tons)  I figured out the most monkeys are located in the middle of the city, where it’s EXTREMELY HARD TO NOT PARKOUR DANG IT’S PERFECT!  So the monkeys hang out there (sometimes literally by the electrical lines), and tourists abound.  I see at least 10 falaangs each time I go.  I spoke with one two days ago where I spoke in an English accent just to throw him off.  We got into a conversation about religion, and like most Falaangs here he was atheist, but he was nice enough.  He asked me if the church was strong in England, and it took a bit of self restraint not to laugh.  My companion couldn’t be anywhere near me, or he would have laughed too hard.  He just guessed at where he thought I was from, and I just laughed a little (in implied agreement, but I can’t lie!).
We have fun messing with the falaangs.  Lupbori is a big tourist area thanks to the military and monkeys.  And the wats.  Y’know the big, crazy, asian, castle lookin’ things?  Those are wats.  buddhist worship places.  But most of them (all) are decrepit and not used.

Alright.  I’m out!  Thank you for all your support, everyone!  I LOVE BEING A MISSIONARY!

-Elder Mayo