Hazel Ceej

[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Sunrise over Stonehenge on the summer solstice, 21 June 2005 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption] Experienced an ughten recently? Ughten , an obscure word, means morning twilight , according to The Phrontistery . The last time (and first time in 19 years) I was awake in an ughten I was observing photographers mounting their high tech, high-powered cameras in front of Cambodia's Angkor Wat.  They were waiting to capture sunrise there. Here's wondering if I could stand the cold in a Stonehenge ughten.

Experienced an ughten recently? Ughten , an obscure word, means morning twilight , according to The Phrontistery . The last time (and first time in 19 years) I was awake in an ughten I was observing photographers mounting their high tech, high-powered cameras in front of Cambodia's Angkor Wat.  They were waiting to capture sunrise there. Here's wondering if I could stand the cold in a Stonehenge ughten.   Sunrise over Stonehenge on the summer solstice, 21 June 2005 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

[caption id="attachment_11176" align="alignleft" width="212"] Photo Credit: omg! from YAHOO[/caption] January 1st 2011 (1.1.11) at The Hilton, I asked a friend over martini and repetitive ra-ra-roma-ma- ma-oh-la-la, 'what's that song and who sang it?' Out of curiosity I would have watched Lady Gaga's concert Friday night At Rajamangala Stadium if the bleachers had not run out. Thai Ticket Major Central Bangna branch offered me what's left, and I get to choose which among the 7,000 baht-seats I would pay for to stand. That's right: to stand. I went, "what? 7000 baht to stand while some pop artist  screams in my face?" I resisted calling a student whose company organizes concerts and has connections with tickets to every major concert in the kingdom. She did it successfully for me at the Eagles concert in 2011. Somehow with this Lady Gaga thing I decided it's not worth making calls. And now I'm glad I'm finding

Encouragement. Don't we all need that?! Unless you are a super natural being you need encouragement, just like any normal person. We are talking of the type that we need for day to day living. As a working mother I need lots of encouragement and tips on how to run my household while raising a boy whose hyperactivity often coincides perfectly with times I tidy a certain part of our home. One minute everything's in order. The next I see the same things crumble right where they are like a sand castle dissolving in a rush of waves. The Colorado power pack audio set by Lorie Flem works nicely for me. It is an audio bundle filled with help, suggestions and yes, encouragement for wives, mothers, or women contemplating a home and family. As I listened to it, I nodded several times, thinking 'how true!' or 'haven't I encountered that situation before?' 'How did I survive it, I wonder....' This audio set is filled with inspiring examples of women in the Bible

Terminal 21 is just another (nine-storey) shopping place in Bangkok. But you will be walking inside feeling like you are traveling. The mall is designed to look like an airport - It opened last year while the nation was dealing with the flood crisis.  Life does go on.  The world goes on. And it's right under one roof for Bangkokians and visitors - I was here for the first time yesterday, but only to have brunch in Mexico opposite the Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco, not far from the city's municipal railway - There are more spots to see. Or I could get lost in a maze of shops in Tokyo.   ABC Wednesda y

  Tea and poetry commemorate a milestone on May twenty-third A greeting arrives happy birthday little guy! aren't you eight just once ? Smiling quietly his reply brings utter joy: I love you, Mommy! Haiku my Heart and Haiku Heights

On Wednesday, May 23rd CJ turned 8. Planning the celebration was ironically quicker in a distance than when I was personally fussing over every detail in previous birthdays. I woke up at half past six, Thailand time and waited for the clock to strike seven when it was eight in the Philippines to greet my little guy. He was already out biking. My heart danced at how normal a young boy's activity that can be. Grandma hollered, "CJ! your Mom's on the phone!" Pause - then it was a trumpeting sound on the line. He let me in on it: "my Ben 10 sword, Mommy." Oh, okay. I thought it was new year there already. Quite a birthday. Quiet and controlled as I put together a few things that bind us - A reading to commemorate CJ's eighth year - and eight things I am thankful for: reaching the eighth year in good health the opportunity to celebrate it big improvement on speech and motor skills having the means to provide for him feeling heaven's warmth on my tea table