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Showing posts with label Bangkok. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bangkok. Show all posts

29 August 2014

I will be entertaining...

Skywatch: on an expressway to Pratunam, that area in Bangkok where everything is cheap.

Reflections: history wings and things


I Heart Macro: floral tribute


Friday's Fave Five: Anticipation mode. My entrails are somersaulting. Come, September, come!

1 Teacher's day. It's that time of year when I'm so in love with my profession.

2 New apartment, new furniture. In the move I found a photo which I thought I had lost forever. It's of my parents, the last and only one with my rarely-seen-in-photos father in it a few years before he died. I was just thrilled with the discovery.

3 A change I don't mind. It was originally Bali in three weeks. Thanks to an unexpected problem with the travel agency, it's now New Delhi.  Hello Taj Mahal!

4 Re-entry permit and visa report sorted. Always a relief to get immigration stuff out of the way.

5 I will be entertaining. A friend from high school I haven't seen in 26 years is coming to visit September 18th. And then we're going to India.

17 June 2014

King's parkton


For some reason whenever I dig into my archives and see this photo, I always associate it with a scene from The Hobbit or the filming location, Hobbiton in New Zealand.  This is a spot on King Rama IX Park, and on the opposite side is one of the ponds.



Thanks to our host: Water World * Our World Tuesday

22 May 2014

The party must go on


“Dare to love yourself
as if you were a rainbow
with gold at both ends.”
 ~ Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams


May I tell you something? I have been frequenting tea rooms lately. The other thing is, I found a sky beauty from my 5th floor porch! It makes me momentarily forget that we are under Martial Law right now. Life goes on and I am grateful for the wonderful things this week. Here are five of them:

Something that made me smile in the midst of anxiety. Back home in the Philippines my kiddo is sick. It goes without saying I am worried but I can't help chuckling when I was told that he complained to my mother, "Grandma, I have a headache on my neck."

An 'oh...?' moment. I was told that CJ's doctor is an old friend I used to date; asked my Mom about me after taking a look at CJ. Sounds and feels like my son is in good hands.... And then the roses, those love letters, that weekend together in an uncle's house came flooding back.

No ordinary birthday. Poor kid is celebrating it hooked up to an IV drip. Quite a milestone this one is. A few family, friends and nurses are having a little party in his hospital room as I type this post. 

Hope, relief and just pure happiness on the updates. CJ may be allowed to go home as soon as his platelet count is back to normal.

My unbirthday from TWG Tea is called Sweet Secret Salad: smoked Scottish salmon served with aragula and avocado delicately enhanced by the flavors of fresh strawberries and Secret of Vietnam Tea.

 

28 April 2014

Temperature rising

Bangkokians are in desperate need of hydration.  Saturday we got whipped by a searing 36 °C. Sunday 38 °C and forecast from the Thai Meteorological Department shows temperatures will keep on rising the entire week.

Thanks to an invention called AC and a powerful thing called imagination. I stay put in the office while my mind wanders to holidays past. This is where people take ferries to Koh Si Chang, an island close to Bangkok.


08 April 2014

Exam season

 
Reflected on the table is an idea of where this place is (in case I forget)
 
 Skywatch: clouds above canal lane trying to postpone the sunset

Pines on the glass window 

It's time for uni people to breathe easily. While students plow their heads through Strategic Management, Cost Accounting and Business Law, those exempted from taking the finals (read: instructors invigilating) get to have theirs charmed. Mine wandered around Chocolate Ville. I just love perks of exam season week. Work is light; the highlights fun:

girlfriend time after working 9-hour days for awhile, we went al fresco in a seafood restaurant where the

fried sea bass and mango salad was such delight on the palate enhancing travel plans for 2015.  We then proceeded to

a saxophone jazz and blues bar. Blimey, what a place! It was like being in the cellar of a 16th century castle. The only reminder I was in 21st century Bangkok were the strains produced by

a girl saxophonist whose rendition of Careless Whisper dazzled glasses and bottles and sent me

texting the Lovey Dove oceans away stuck in an Arabian palace, poor thing. The reply was "enjoy yourself" and enjoy I did. Isn't it inspiring to be reminded that life is filled with beautiful people and that one of them is in love with you? 

02 April 2014

More antidote

A hot hot moisturizing hallo from the chili patches! The week here has been highlighted with attempts to combat the heat; joys and faves are on:

Antiques! When I discovered that there's a big section for exactly those in Nawamin Market, I freaked out. If only I lived in Thailand permanently....


Culture exhibit. I didn't notice the woman was holding a drink until she, and I, opposite her, took a photo of the fish and I discovered that her reflection shows a straw in a disposable glass. I was probably also reflected in her shot. We snapped at the same time. It was fun.


We are booked! I'm cruising with friends in Vietnam. Halong Bay in a few weeks.


Blooms and a lake. My family trooped to Suan Luang for some healthy relief from the angry Thai sun.


Icy dessert. Pineapple and strawberry. Sugar and milk. Crunch, crunch, one alimentary canal is happy.

Visit: Reflections * Fave Five * Picture Clusters * SkywatchShare the Joy * Water World

04 March 2014

One fine morning

Someone says good memories are for bad times; not that I'm having one. It feels good to express gratitude.  I look over my week and notice that I put in effort to turn yesterday's emotional glitch around. The attempt was successful. I am happy. So on to this life-enhancing exercise of sharing joys and faves:
  • attending an art exhibit whose artist I have personally met from a fundraiser for Haiyan victims last year
  • a friend I haven't seen in 25 years who now lives in the UAE rang and we chatted for two hours
  • Pompeii and Robocop
  • someone tells me I am her inspiration. Whatever she meant I thought knowing that was inspiring as well
  • memories! I woke up one fine morning this week and reminisced:
this spot in a splash resort, so appealing to the country girl in me  (Del Rio, June 2012)


exploring a lake with young nephews and nieces (Sebu, 1 January 2014)


finding myself in a lovely tea room free to dream as much as I want (Cassia Cafe and Tea Room, 2010),


while sipping green tea with milk and honey. I promise it tastes divine!


and having steak and kidney pie with mashed potatoes and chutney for brunch. This makes me look forward to exploring more charming cafes. They are cozy worlds in the midst of buzzing Bangkok.



Links:
Weekend Reflections
Friday's Fave Five
Skywatch
Picture Clusters
Share the Joy
Water World 
Our World

29 October 2013

Pluviophile

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow advises, "the best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain." I absolutely have no problem with that!

One childhood memory I remember to this day is that afternoon when playmates were out playing basket ball in the rain. Afraid I would get sick, my overprotective mother made me stay indoors. She allowed our dog and even the house help to play. I watched them by the window have the frolic of their lives through tears as torrential as the rain that was pouring, my heart broken.

As an adult an opportunity to stand in the rain presented itself to me in a national park. Seizing it with a vengeance, I found that rain was a natural hair conditioner. But more significantly, I didn't get sick. Did you hear that, Ma? In fact I felt the opposite.

I love chanting, "be still sad heart and cease repining, behind the clouds the sun is still shining. Thy fate is the common fate of all. Into each life some rain must fall. Some days must be dark and dreary."

Is something weird going on with me or what? Why, when the skies show signs of rain, I feel excited like a child who has just been given a dream toy. Rain switches me to a happy mood. The world is so right!

Through FB trending I learned there's a name for people like me. I am a -
 

"Ta-ta, it looks like rain..."

And rain it did

The neighbor's mango trees and blossoms survive a storm

One sniff of rain and I'm a chicken off to roost in her coop...err...5th floor apartment

Come on, rain. Bring it on!

This parking lot becomes a little lake when it pours non-stop for three hours. Perfect spot for floating paper boats.

Pitter-patter on and off? Ah... tea is served on the porch.

15 October 2013

Too late and too early

Red flags. It's not easy when no one at work tells you (i.e. translate) what's going on. I knew though I was walking past an activity that was almost finished.


On with the walk.  I waited a bit for this rainbow jar to gurgle. Nothing. Then I realized it wasn't evening yet. The fountain was on night duty only. At least I got a few trees and a couple buildings on her shiny wide neck.

08 October 2013

Mistaken identity


A message in my Outlook inbox on Friday directed Business Administration instructors to head over to the stadium.

I thought it was just like having to watch state-run television to record credits for members of the cheer leading squad.  We did it a couple times in the past.

But this week's activity turned out different.  At least to me.

As I walked out the faculty office door, someone hollered, "it's a three-hour pageant!"

Great. How much coursework is going to be wasted on this non-cur?

Without anything I could do I idly took a snap of Snow White --



-- admired Goldilocks' curvaceous body, half expecting Little Red Riding Hood next.


Where could my students be....  These are normal school pageant girls. We should all be worrying about swine flu.


These contestants should wear masks. After all isn't walking around Bangkok wearing a mask now considered fashion?

Cinderella...

Thumbelina...

Anastasia... 

I vowed extra points for Rapunzel, my fave princess if she showed up.

But fairy tale aside I must be going senile if I could no longer recognize my own students.

Vanity Fair opening melody played in my mind when this one approached the makeshift stage.


She walks in beauty like the night...


I was now seriously wondering where the heck were my students particularly one that was missing.


They were nowhere in the stadium, nor were they among the staff running this cutie pie school play.


"There must be a mistake in that Outlook message.  I don't have a single student here to supervise."


Just how did I survive having to be in an activity where I had no idea what was going on?

By the time these three held each other's hands in suspense to hear the judges' decision, I was ready to go back to the office.

The next day I innocently asked, "who won yesterday?"  But more importantly, "what's the use of sticking around if my students were not among that pageant crowd?"

"I can't find student 521-0023."

"He was the one wearing white, and he was the only one you needed to look out for," came the reply.

"Well, all my boys were wearing white yesterday, weren't they?"

"No. I mean white, like white gown."

"That was 521-0023?!"

"Yes. Pretty, wasn't he?  He didn't get the crown but he was a finalist.  And by the way, neither were the rest of them what you thought them to be."

This is a repost. Edited for Sepia Saturday & ABC WEDNESDAY

04 September 2013

Mae Nak Prakhanong

Now I see what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that's what. 
~ Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses

Ed Warren observes that the devil exists, God exists. He did not specify 'ghost' but that could well include Casper and his relatives whom I believe in but do not want to see except in films. On my way to see The Conjuring I snapped this photo from a speeding bus of the Prakhanong klong, a tributary of Chao Phrya. The water looks peaceful enough to me. If I closed my eyes to the wires and vandalized bridge, that is.



Mae Nak Prakhanong, is a film I watched while traveling from Huahin to Bangkok in 1998. It portrays normal life in Prakhanong, then a village; of people rowing their boats in the klong to visit neighbors or go to the market. Scenes especially those around the water are engulfed in eerie serenity. You see Mae Nak  is a ghost. She is probably famous as I have yet to meet a Thai who has no idea who Mae Nak is. Her love story with her soldier husband is told in the film.

There is no definite date as to when the legend started, but the mid-18th to the 19th century is suggested. Mae Nak is married to Mak who goes away to war leaving his pregnant wife behind. While fighting, Mak is wounded and at about the same time back home Mae Nak dies in childbirth. She is buried, which is unusual. Cremation is the fashion out in predominantly Buddhist Siam.

The war ends and Mak returns home, reuniting with Mae Nak and their baby son. They are so in love he does not listen to tales of what happened to his wife. Neighbors who tell him who he actually lives with die one by one. They probably should have let Mae Nak finish her unfinished business. The couple continues to live together for a time until Mak finally discovers that he is actually sleeping with the ghost of his wife!

He flees and takes refuge at a nearby temple but she chases him there and that's when things turn to horror. The villagers repeatedly try to exorcise Mae Nak and are successful only after several attempts. Mae Nak is sent to the other world at last.

The klong is still. Mae Nak steps into the light. Peace, albeit a ghostly kind, reigns in the village once more. Today Prakhanong is a bustling part of Bangkok. The water in its klong, particularly the one in the photo, looks as if Mae Nak has just rowed by.

Mae Nak, a native of Phra Khanong, marries the handsome Mak. When war breaks out, Mak is conscripted for military service and leaves his pregnant wife behind.
In the war, Mak is severely wounded. Meanwhile, Mae Nak dies during childbirth with her unborn child and is buried by the neighbors. This is unusual as Buddhist custom calls for the cremation of their dead.
When Mak recovers from his injuries, he returns home to an emotional reunion with his loving wife and baby son, not realizing what has happened.
Neighbors who try to warn him meet with a grisly end. Things remained this way until he discovers that he's actually living with the ghost of his wife!
He flees but she pursues him and the romance turns to horror. Mak seeks refuge in Wat Mahabut but Mae Nak follows him there. After several attempts by the terrified villagers, Mae Nak is finally exorcised to return to the other world and leaves Mak alone.
- See more at: http://www.tour-bangkok-legacies.com/wat-mahabut.html#sthash.xwgvkf7o.dpuf
Mae Nak, a native of Phra Khanong, marries the handsome Mak. When war breaks out, Mak is conscripted for military service and leaves his pregnant wife behind.
In the war, Mak is severely wounded. Meanwhile, Mae Nak dies during childbirth with her unborn child and is buried by the neighbors. This is unusual as Buddhist custom calls for the cremation of their dead.
When Mak recovers from his injuries, he returns home to an emotional reunion with his loving wife and baby son, not realizing what has happened.
Neighbors who try to warn him meet with a grisly end. Things remained this way until he discovers that he's actually living with the ghost of his wife!
He flees but she pursues him and the romance turns to horror. Mak seeks refuge in Wat Mahabut but Mae Nak follows him there. After several attempts by the terrified villagers, Mae Nak is finally exorcised to return to the other world and leaves Mak alone.
- See more at: http://www.tour-bangkok-legacies.com/wat-mahabut.html#sthash.xwgvkf7o.dpuf
Mae Nak, a native of Phra Khanong, marries the handsome Mak. When war breaks out, Mak is conscripted for military service and leaves his pregnant wife behind.
In the war, Mak is severely wounded. Meanwhile, Mae Nak dies during childbirth with her unborn child and is buried by the neighbors. This is unusual as Buddhist custom calls for the cremation of their dead.
When Mak recovers from his injuries, he returns home to an emotional reunion with his loving wife and baby son, not realizing what has happened.
Neighbors who try to warn him meet with a grisly end. Things remained this way until he discovers that he's actually living with the ghost of his wife!
He flees but she pursues him and the romance turns to horror. Mak seeks refuge in Wat Mahabut but Mae Nak follows him there. After several attempts by the terrified villagers, Mae Nak is finally exorcised to return to the other world and leaves Mak alone.
- See more at: http://www.tour-bangkok-legacies.com/wat-mahabut.html#sthash.xwgvkf7o.dpuf

19 August 2013

Alone with the dragon

His buddies have all taken shelter from the raging sun. But he seems worried about the wind blowing away their props. It was the University Games the next day.


xxx

15 August 2013

Queen's birthday week

What a pleasure to wake up, realize it's a holiday and therefore... free time! Thailand's Queen Sirikit had her birthday on Monday. It was also Thai Mother's Day. After a little FB chat with a cousin we, her kids and two uncles headed to a place we used to avoid (pricy) but always wanted to see.

Chocolate Ville is little Europe / America in Asia. Business is mainly dining with lots of photo opportunities. Some spots, particularly the Waterfront Glasshouse made me fancy another visit to England.

niece

What's a celebration without food? There were loads but my favorites are (upper, l-r) fried oysters and santol salad topped with peanuts; (lower, l-r) chocolate strawberry cake and mango chocolate mousse


I never realized how beautiful a quiet moment could be by a pretty window like this until I did. It was like looking at a lovely book cover and walking right into it. 


Over in the city center, Dasa Books is having their Blow-out sale - $.29cents each. I had a little spree with 15 titles. Such a treat for book lovers.


12 August 2013

Happy birthday, Your Majesty

The Queen of Thailand celebrates her 81st birthday Monday, August 12th, which is also Thai Mother's Day.  The kingdom is in celebration mode.

 HM Queen Sirikit

Pre-birthday exhibit at Government House

Flowers for her in front of a mall

Many families go alfresco. Mine explores Chocolate Ville

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05 August 2013

Dory Seafood Bistro

Thanks to calamari I found Dory


And the lemon grass juice transported me back to those late afternoons long ago when Ma would start preparing dinner and would send me to the backyard to get a sprig of lemon grass that she would add to her fat mackerel soup. 

I like calamari; been eating bowls and plates of the rings from time to time since falling in love with them hanging out late 90s in Planet Hollywood - a place which seems to have disappeared from view along Bangkok's Ploen Chit Road. 

That's how a little hankering led me to Dory

I was admiring the dainty windows and staring at the ceiling while waiting for my food. Aren't these chandeliers reminiscent of anchors?  


But then of course it's seafood and Dory


If I could not associate the words I might as well start imagining a trident before Ariel and Flounder come gliding by.
 

But what do you do when your order takes long to arrive and you're waiting in the midst of Greek-inspired deco? 


I went traipsing Kalokairi to the tune of Mamma Mia but in my seat on -

L5,5006-5007, Zone San Francisco, Sukhumvit Road Soi 19, Terminal 21, North Klong Toei, Wattana, Bangkok 10110.
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