Unconditional

Today is Mother's Day. I woke up early, grabbed my mobile and called my mother in the Philippines. I blurted out, Happy Mother's Day, Ma. She laughed and thanked me and said that she hopes that she will still be given more chance to celebrate Mother's Day. Of course, I re-assured her but I immediately changed the topic as not really into this kind of conversation. It’s a habit of mine to call her every Sunday.

Unconditional is my description to a mother’s love. Actually, it is beyond words and no adjective can aptly describe it.

A few years ago, I was in Cambodia and this picture melted my heart. Against the heat and waves, this young mother is trying to paddle safely her child. At first glance, I thought this was wrong, but after thinking deeply, I asked myself what if it was a case of emergency and that she must transport her child to a clinic or hospital and that this was only her way of doing it.

In Japan, I saw a news clip about omiai. One of the issues tackled was how mothers of single Japanese convened or assembled, carrying resumés and photos of her sons and daughters hoping that she could find the perfect match for her child. This is still practiced in Japan.

Just from two examples I mentioned above, a mother’s love is really unfathomable. As I said, earlier it is beyond words.

As you celebrate this day, don’t be embarrassed to express your love to your mother. A simple I LOVE YOU, MA is way greater than any material thing you can give. Happy Mothers’ Day to all the mothers in the world.

Ma, Palangga ka namon!

/totomai
05/09/10

Summer

There are no small or big plans. Each plan is equally important. I just came back from a beach outing organized and carefully planned by my friends here in Japan. A few weeks ago, I blogged how thankful I am to have friends brought by online forum communities. And our outing last weekend is a testament of this.

Its SUMMER officially in Japan. Not that it was announced or something but it was felt by everyone here and the best way to welcome is to embrace the warmth of the sun and wind at the beach. I am very sorry for haven't been participative enough during the planing stage but my good friends did a very good and well-detailed job to make sure that this will be a successful one. And it was. Thanks guys! (Specifics will be on my Filipino blog soon) By the way, this coincide also to the worldwide photowalk activity.

We went to Shimoda Beach, Izu, Shizuoka Perfecture Japan. The travel took three hours from Tokyo. I think its quite a popular summer destination here in Japan. We arrived there around 0930H and the weather attempted to spoil the party. I am not sure whether someone performed a rain dance ritual prompting the heavens to postpone its evil plans.

Anyway, the place is good considering Japan is never known for its beaches. There are artificial beaches here too. That would mean that Japanese are obsessed with beaches too even if they have to resort to man-made ones so its not fair to compare Japan beaches to that of Philippines' or Thailand's.

whispers of the waves
comforting stranded spirits
a powerful voice

That 2 days and 1 night adventure was more than enough to refresh us from all the stress we got from working 24 hrs a day. LOL! It was nice meeting all of you again. See you soon, and when i say 'soon' it doesn't mean another season.

/totomai
07/19/09

Alive

Just came back from South Korea. My job there was physically demanding and mentally draining but I survived it. It was a very good experience on my part, and during those two weeks, I learned a lot from it.

Anyway, a few weeks ago, maybe because of my work load, I tried to isolate myself from cyberspace. My online accounts were frozen. As much as I would like to keep them updated, I just can't. Time is scarce. Not only time, but as well ideas and inspirations were just too difficult to squeeze out of my brain and body. And this is a yearly thing! It happened to me a year ago too.

Ghost Singer

Behind stage curtains,
she performed melodic arias of spring.
Her sterling voice echoed
through the dense auditorium.

Now, behind steel curtains,
she belts a shrill coloratura twittering.
Fortissimo of pathos melodies
resonates through the asylum.

/totomai

Sometimes we build walls just to keep us away from the things and environment that we are used to. To some, it can be a method of discipline, sometimes it can worsen your condition and might break your insanity.

You are responsible in every decision you make. I agree, sometimes we do need a break from every thing. But after we are recharged or inspired again, just imagine the next outline of your chapter. Bet, it will be a smooth sailing one.

I hope I am making sense. LOL! I'll re-read this entry tomorrow.

/totomai
06/15/09

Madonna

Most of my friends know that I am addicted to Thai massage and its my solace every time I feel exhausted or drained-out. Its a healing process of sort, it renews your physical being and in some cases, restore your sanity.

Anyway, brought by overtime work and Golden Week activities, I thought I badly needed a massage. And off I went to Kinsicho. I never realized there were lots of massage centers that offer authentic Thai massage. Expect me to be there every month/

The very moment I entered the place, I heard one masseuse saying "lucky guy". Perhaps she noticed that I'm a foreigner so she spoke in English. I asked about the price of each course and finally settled for 1.5 hrs massage at 7000 yen. Its a bit expensive compared to the rates in Thailand but I thought its fine, I deserved this one.

And so the session started. The masseuse kept asking if the pressure applied is hard or not. I told her no problem as I prefer hard massage. Fifteen minutes later I noticed another pair of hands applying softer pressure on my legs. I opened my eyes and saw there are two masseuses feasting on my body. Initially I thought, am I that stressed-out that the older one needed an assistant? The older masseuse tried to explain everything in Japanese and in some parts in Thai but I found it difficult to understand. So I assumed that the younger masseuse is a trainee and I am lucky enough to be her guinea pig. Twice stretched. Twice satisfied. Ah, Thai Massage is really addicting.

Since its my first time to experience two masseuses doing simultaneous massage on my body, I asked it if the younger one is under probation or training. The older one explained that she is her baby (Thai really likes to use baby in referring their daughters) and she just arrived in Japan yesterday. Now I understand why she was very helpful in assisting, its because its her daughter. Maybe she wants her to learn fast so that she can help her. Perhaps to earn additional income. We all know about the global crisis, right? They were from Bangkok proper.

(Our conversation was in broken English / Thai / Japanese, haha!)

It could only be me, but I actually found the situation sweet and touching. Being together, helping each other in any way they can. As they say, mothers know best. So if she thinks this will be a career for her daughter, then so be it. I went out of the center, refreshed and inspired, that's why I am blogging this one.

And it reminded me of the coming Mother's Day. I know that most mothers would do anything to provide comfort to their children, no matter how difficult it may be. Others trying to break the norm, but who are we to judge? Each mother has her reason, and it should be respected.

Madonna and Child

There is a painting
of a mother and child,
in black and white
leaning against the aged bricks
of the cathedral.

There is a painting
of a mother and child
with blank eyes and cracked lips,
stained by the changing seasons.

There is a painting
of a mother and child
outside the church,
seems lifeless,
yet breathing and begging.

/totomai

To all the mothers, just remember, everyday, not only during the second Sunday of May, is Mother's Day as long as you keep on loving.

And how can I forget my own mother. Ma, Happy Mother's day. Palangga ka namon. Expect my call tomorrow.

/totomai
05/09/09

Train

The train is an extension of my bed. Two hours of my daily life is alloted to traveling by train. Every morning, I and my other officemates see to it that we have a good seat so as to doze off to dreamland. You just don't know how crammed the insides of a Japanese train is.

Getting a good sleep inside the train has its advantages. First, you can't see the human sardines standing in front you, though you can feel, smell them. But as long as your eyes are closed, you need not to worry. Second, you are refreshed and may have a renewed spirit before going to work. One disadvantage is that if you are far from your co-employees, you may wake up stations away from your destination. It happened to once. That's my morning routine.

At night, there's no other option but to submit your body to the human sardines. I hate rush hours. My only consolation is the city lights visible through the train windows and doors. At some point, you realize that Japan life is indeed fast-paced. But would you believe, I can manage to sleep while standing? Yeah, must be the result of overtime work. Haha!

On weekends and holidays, the train is more spacious and you can appreciate the travel even without sleeping. My train rides are comparable to my experiences while riding the bus (when I was in the Philippines and Thailand). Real-life canvas are showing off before you. I even try taking photos while inside a moving train. Crazy stuff photography is.

Bus Ride

I press my cheek on the window and hum
a Beatles song; an array of real-life
slides flashes before me.

A feathered tribe appears from cirrus heaven
circling dawn-tinted mountains;
the flutter of wings beats time
of the breeze in the daffodils.

Drizzle animates the quiet lagoon,
retreats only after a curve of seven
colors marks on the sky.

The sky dims, with nothing left
to view. A chorus of frogs, cicada and crickets
fills the air and the lullaby
of the wind cradles me in sleep.

I rub my eyes,
deafening silence welcomes me. I yawn
with bags in tow and force
my feet off the bus.

/totomai

Ah, the wonders of Mother Nature, we seldom see and appreciate. Can't wait for my next train trip. I may be in dreamland or in the real world.

/totomai
02/14/09

PS

Happy Hearts Day Everyone!

Snow

Growing up in a tropical country and watching movies and TV shows with snow sparked my interest about winter. With all honesty, I didn’t see myself working abroad while I was still studying, well, even in my early working years. I used to work in a manufacturing company but after the owner decided to cease its operation, I was hired as a cadet engineer for an engineering design firm. And this opened my idea about working outside of the Philippines.

In less than a year, I was assigned in Japan for a certain project. It was my first time to go out of the country. It was a bit scary but I get used to it as I was assigned almost every after 3 months. But anyway, since Japan has four seasons, I was able to experience spring, summer, winter and autumn finally.

Despite my curiosity about snow, I was never excited about winter, well except for the very first snow experience I had. We played like four-year-olds while the snow is falling. And that was December 29, 2004, my 27th birthday! You can’t blame us, it’s a first for us then. Haha! But after that, I was no longer interested with snow and winter.

From 2003 until now, I usually got an invitation for joining winter ski package. My friends always told me that I should try at least once. Skiing seems a challenging sport but for the sake of experience I decided to at least abuse myself about the possible tortures skiing would give me. And I was correct.

About two Saturdays ago, we went to Gala Yuzawa for the ski trip. At first, we just asked one of our Japanese officemates if she knew a good place for skiing, later did we know she was already finalizing our trip. And since we were up for an adventure too, we said yes and off we go.

an unnerving nerve
illicit love with nature
a frozen crumple

I must admit, seeing mountains of snow while inside the shinkansen brought back bittersweet memories. But no need to expand on that. We went to the ski area, registered, took all the ski equipment and changed appropriately. Changing of clothes was a challenge already. Those heavy ski shoes (I don’t the term), oversized pants and jackets. Walking towards the sky lift was another challenge. We felt like newly-circumcised men, walking like penguins with skis on our hands. The lift, despite the visible awesome landscape, was still nerve-wracking. As I said, I am afraid of heights.

As soon as we arrived on the mountain, a ski teacher met us and wasted no time in having us in stretching mode. I knew she hated me as I have my tripod and camera during the lecture. My priority was to take photos and not to learn the ski. But of course, she must be followed, she forced me to put my photo paraphernalia inside the locker, which I complied.

The training was fun, full of slide, glide, brake, split and so many other terms that I couldn’t remember. My mind is wandering looking for a good spot to take photos. And I am hoping that the two-hour lecture will be over soon. Well, I guess I failed that lesson. Haha!

It was a long day. Muscles were stretched but it was a great Saturday! We all had fun but if given the chance again, I won’t be doing it again. I can be there just to take photos, but to ski, no way.

I’m just relieved that all my bones are still intact.

/totomai
02/04/09

Anticipate

The breeze is getting colder and the heavens shed a tear or two each day. The phenomenon only means one thing, my favorite season is coming. Yes, autumn is approaching and I am anticipating its arrival already. Autumn, in my opinion, is the most poetic among the four seasons but please don’t ask me why, its just how I see it. LOL! It can be a good venue for photo opportunities, time to capture nature’s canvass, or could be an inspiration for penning a poem, a perfect metaphor or an appropriate personification.

But what I don’t really look forward during this time is the fact that I have to wear a business suit coming to the office. Time to say goodbye to short sleeved-polo shirts. Haha! Just this morning, I went to a department store and look for a decent suit. I found one and it appears like I have to save enough money to buy one. It costs from 10,000 yen that made me hope that a super sale will happen soon! Or I'll ask my office for a refund, haha. Looking forward for that too.

For the past weeks, I have been waiting for the decision about my supposed-2 week-business-supervisory trip in Iran. Despite of having my visa approved, our company decided to only send one process engineer and I, having no experience about commissioning yet, is left behind. Good for the company and me though! LOL!

Last Friday, my officemates invited me to join them on Mt. Fuji Climb this coming October 11-13. The answer that they will only accept is YES! And I said, of course! They are now planning the itinerary and I think I will be the official photographer and I have no qualm about it. After failed attempts of seeing Fuji-san, I hope this will be the chance to finally see him. (update: due to the sudden change of temperature, this activity is canceled.)

My friends and former officemates will be joining our company too. I think it will be this November. I will be playing the role of a “kuya” during their stay here and it will be like forever, LOL! I hope that they will arrive soon as projects are pouring in like rain.

Haha, looks like I’ve been anticipating lots of stuffs. This coming weekend, I am about to see, finaly, one of my oldest flickr friends, moemoechi, for her birthday celebration. I hope there’s no conflict in my schedule nor overtime will come my way. Happy Birthday Te Moe, hope to see you and I am eager to take hundreds of your portrait shots. LOL!

Also, this November, I will be joining a group of friends for a paragliding activity. I think its 7000 yen per life, LOL, I mean per flight. After experience parasailing in Thailand, I won’t be missing this activity no matter what. I hate flying, but I like this kind of adventure. Haha. Ironic. LOL!

Last Saturday, I joined a photo EB organized by Flickr Tokyo Photo Session. I’ve been trying to join the monthly events since I return to Japan. Believe me, it’s a cool group despite the fact that I can’t still remember all of their names as of this writing. Haha. Thanks Jess for the invitation. Looking forward in joining future shoots. Nice meeting you guys.

And before the year ends, of course, I am going home for the holidays. Sshh, my boss doesn’t know my plan yet. I’ll surprise him, don’t worry. I will be spending my 31^st birthday with my family and that’s a special gift already.

Anticipation will never end as long as you continue anticipating. What did I just say? LOL!

/totomai
09/28/08

Cook

I’m interested in cooking but cooking is uninterested with me. LOL! I am a struggling cook and the foods I make are only good for my personal consumption. I have no plans of endangering others’ lives, should they swallow or chew, it doesn’t matter, the stuffs I prepare.

I just passed the 2-month old mark of staying here in Japan and at last, I finally decided to use the kitchen. Yes, the kitchen had been frigid (haha) for the past 60 days. Armed with newly-bought cooking wares, I started my ritual to guide me on my first cooking encounter. I pushed the exhaust button, started the fire, and I knew I am on a great battle.

As soon as the water boils, the bubbles started to hypnotize me. Instead of the raw food to cook, I took my camera and started shooting. LOL, abstract art has its way of diverting one's attention.

After a couple of shots, its time to be serious as my stomach grunted continuously. So here I was, filling the frying pan with oil and the most-difficult-thing-to-cook, longganisa. If you can call it cooking, oh well, LOL! At least I tried.

For two consecutive days, I prepared the same meal and believe it or not, I am fully satisfied. Eaten with raw egg and hot rice, its more than enough, plus an ice-cold Coke. Whew! Often times, it is served during breakfast but I had it for dinner. Time doesn’t matter as long as I have something to eat. I’m too lazy to go out on weekends just to have lunch or dinner in some fast food chains.

How I wish I can cook the way my mother cooks adobo, or the way my father cooks pochero. Oh, I can only wish.

But next week, I’ll challenge myself more; I already have something in mind for Saturday and Sunday – the equally sweat generating spam. LOL!

/totomai
09/16/08

Gathering

If there’s one good thing of being an expat, or staying overseas, its having the chance to meet fellow expats in pure and fun-filled gatherings. These gatherings or meet-ups are opportunities of reliving the Filipino atmosphere in another country, and in our case, its in Japan. Of course, we all miss our country of origin and these events, though short and temporary, lessen the degree of homesickness.

Two Sundays ago, we went to Tokuma Falls, a manmade falls, in Yamanashi area. This gathering was finally realized after a month-long invitation handed by Timog Forum moderators and members. Their blackmail and coercion paid off. LOL! More or less 30 heads showed up.

Before I talk about the gathering, allow me first to share how cool it was to drive along Japanese expressway. It was my first here in Japan. It took 2-3 hours before reaching Ate Maki’s ever-welcoming abode. Its not that I’m slow, the place is just too far. Haha! Quoting Kuya Ben, Cruising at 110.5km/h on Tomei Expressway outbound to Yamanashi Ken. LOL!

Others were already there when we arrived and had their own spots on where to curl. Ten of us decided to stay overnight. Brought by excitement, all of us slept early but was interrupted by a mysterious phone call at around 0300H. I thought it was a ghost. Ha ha!

Just as the sun started showing its rays, one by one we vacated our cribs, fell in line to take a shower just like in prison. LOL! The group left the place and headed to the venue. There, Tokuma Falls was already vocalizing. Each one of us had a role but I won’t be too specific on this matter since it will lengthen this post. I wholeheartedly believe that every effort was appreciated by every one present. Even the man-made falls continued her rhythmic splashes serving as musical background. More TF members arrived, and it meant an obligatory introduce yourself or be sorry moment. Perhaps, in the coming EBs, we can provide name tags. Ha ha!

Aside from the traditional “lamon”, activity such as photoshoot of amateur yet professional-like models took place. Never ending shoots of posed and candid moments. It was great to know each other personally other than the usernames.

I’ll let the photos summarize the event.

a chorus of laughs
sways the greens, invites the breeze
the power of thanks

It ended on a right note with everybody wet as early morning leaves. Thanks to the waterfalls from heaven. Anyway, thanks to the organizers and sponsors for this gathering. Sarap ulitin. I hope another EB will materialize as soon as possible. Maybe before I go to Iran. Ha ha! Just kidding!

Domo Arigatou!

/totomai
08/27/08

Mudpack

Before leaving for Japan, I was invited by my friends from Camera Club of Negros to join them in a photophoot for the 12th Mudpack Festival in Mambukal, Murcia, Negros Occidental. Funny but I have been staying almost all my life in the said province but I haven't heard of this kind of event, until recently. LOL!

We went there before lunch time and the place was in a festive mood. Participants painted with mudpack and clay were sights to behold. Despite the downpour, the event was held successfully.

The festival is a symbolic celebration of man's return to primitive time when he was closer to nature. Oneness with nature is the underlying theme behind this annual mud-moving spectacle. Check on its murky highlight - a lively street dancing parade with the participant wearing nothingbut mudpacks (well, almost...). It's a surefire way to mix our ecological concerns with good, clean, cloddy fun - just be sure to shower afterwards!

Here are some of the shots I took.

Well, mud is not that dirty you know! LOL! and they say its good for the skin. Might as well paint my whole body with it.

/totomai
07/12/08

Timeless

The songs of Air Supply, in my opinion, are timeless classics. They will resonate from generations to generations. Most of their songs maybe revived by other artists but the purity and sincerity of Russell Hitchcock’s and Graham Russell’s voices are irreplaceable.

I just came back from Thailand and the moment I saw a poster their concert, I thought of my brother who also grew up listening to Air Supply. I asked him if he is interested in watching the concert and without ado, he said yes. Off we go one of the malls in Bacolod City, and inquired about the availability of the tickets. We purchased our tickets and got a good location, 5^th row from the stage.

Come June 18, 2008 at the University of St. La Salle Coliseum, wow, its been ages that I’ve visited my Alma Mater. I and my brother arrived at the venue 1930H since the ticket had 2000H, the bleachers area and lower A were already occupied but the titanium area (P4200) was still much of a free space. At 2100H, the show started (I kept on thinking, maybe they had the Thailand time stamped on the ticket, hehe) and I didn’t expect that Our Father will start the concert, followed by the National Anthem and two more songs that I can’t actually remember. I’m still holding my camera as I plan to take loads of photos (earlier, an usher advised me that camera is allowed as long as the flash won’t be used).

Anyway, the show began with Russell belting out Sweet Dreams. Graham was on the opposite of the stage playing with his guitar like there’s no tomorrow. The duo segued to Young Love to the delight of the crowd. A faster arrangement of Even The Nights Are Better was a treat. Personally, I liked this one. The next one was Just As I Am and an upbeat that I can’t remember the title. Their crystal clear voices filled the coliseum. It was such a lovely evening.

They started the second part with Here I Am followed by Chances and one of their popular songs in the 90’s Goodbye. They said that their last stop in the Philippines is Bacolod and they will be leaving the country tomorrow (June 19). The audience sang their hearts out, and I am hoping that I am going to say goodbye to bumhood too! LOL! After which they sang a relatively newer song, Faith in Love, and then Power of Love, which I thought was a Laura Branigan classic. (Yeah, my musical knowledge is poor, I know).

Russell left Graham on stage for a tea break. And Graham started talking about a new song that he will be sing, Man on the river. It had an acoustic feel that I really liked. A potential hit from them I guess. As Graham hit the last note, Russell joined him on stage and they talked on how they started as a band and the next song that they will play was one of the first songs they performed. They said no one really cared about their music before, and I never expected that I Want To Give It All was their anthem before. Its my favorite Air Supply song. Such a beautiful and moving performance, both of them sitting on the stool with Graham strumming the guitar. My favorite part of the concert.

Then they asked the audience if its true that Filipinos have a passion in singing, and the crowd roared YES! LOL! They performed Two Less Lonely People In The World with everyone joining them. Russell then sang Without You. The two went down from the stage and moved around the coliseum that sent the audience, especially on the upper area, in ecstasy. It was very apt as they performed their hit song, The One That You Love. The audience continued singing and I think Air Supply absolutely loved it. Lost in Love and Every Woman In The World were hits to the audience too. They also highlighted their band, Jonni on bass, Jed on keyboards and Mike on drums. Funny but they have resemblances to American Idol contestants.

Their last song was Making Love Out Of Nothing At All. Before the song, they requested everyone to go near the stage as they want to be more intimate. Of course, the people gave in to their request, including me LOL! After the song, they immediately left the stage, and of course, the everyone chanted MORE! MORE! MORE! And they returned back on stage. LOL! Its scripted but hey, it still lots of fun!

Their real last song was All Out Of Love, and from the first note of the song, the crowd went wild. Perhaps, its their most popular song. Now I know. They kept on saying thank you to the everyone for coming. If given the chance, they will still go back to the Philippines.

The concert was a bonding moment of sort between me and my brother. We like music but, well, music doesn’t like us. I was busy snapping photos and my brother recorded some clips. I took 430 photos and the 400 can be deleted. LOL! Photos here. The concert was great though I wished they have performed some of their old hits. It’s understandable if they will increase the number of songs, they will run out of air supply. Haha!

They may not have a new recorded material, but I guess, their songs, classic love songs, are enough to draw fans and followers to their next gig. Timeless.

Thank you Air Supply for the songs. Now, I sound like a fan. LOL!

/totomai
06/19/08

Floating

When you go to Thailand, be sure to visit the Floating Market in Ratchaburi Province. Late last year, our group went to this famous market. If I remember correctly it took 1.5 – 2 hrs from Bangkok, actually I am not really paying attention with the time as I was in deep slumber during those time.

When we arrived there, we hired a boat to tour us around the canal. Well, never mind the color of the water, its understandably brown.

Canals in and around Bangkok are an important method of transport and help to facilitate communication between different areas of the city. To this day many people still live along the canals and frequently use boats as a method of transportation from one point to another.

Aside from the fruits and other souvenir items, and sometimes, food, what impressed me the most was the contentment and happiness reflected in each vendor’s face. I bet its difficult for them to do this every day yet they manage to flash a smile every time a customer asks something.

Aside from the fruits and other souvenir items, and sometimes, food, what impressed me the most was the contentment and happiness reflected in each vendor’s face. I bet its difficult for them to do this every day yet they manage to flash a smile every time a customer asks something.

During that day also, a television production was doing some shoot. Too bad for them, we weren’t available even for a cameo role! LOL!

I hope these photos will interest you in visiting Thailand, and of course, the Floating Market.

We stayed there for two hours, bought some souvenir items and took photos like there’s no tomorrow. As usual. Afterwards, our van headed to Ayutthaya, which was completely on the other side of the country. LOL!

/totomai
06/10/08

Leaving

In less than 24 hrs, Thailand will be a finished chapter. Honestly, I never thought I will love and enjoy Thailand. I even had some doubts whether to accept the job offer before, as my primary target then was to work in European countries. After knowing nothing about my application in Netherlands, the agency asked me if they can present me to one of their clients in Thailand. Verging on desperation, I said yes. And as they say, the rest is history.

I had my initial impressions of Thailand and as days passed by I learned to embrace, understand and appreciate the country. It had lots of similarities from the Philippines, thus, my adjustment period was only a week or so. I gained lots of friends, visited places, explored some Thai cultures and experienced escapades I only read from books and heard from other tourists.

When I left Japan, I wrote about my ‘firsts’ in the Land of Rising Sun. For the Land of Smiles, these are my ‘firsts’:

a) Driving a car – I am not afraid to say I’m a late bloomer when it comes to driving. I finally drove a car at the age of 30, LOL! An accomplishment on my part. I will surely miss our Toyota Vios.

b) Golf – I always thought of golf as a sport for rich and well-off individuals. Here, you can play all you want fro 200 Baht only. We tried and later I realized, I just don’t have an interest with it. Yeah, I know, I can’t hit the ball, that’s why.

c) Parasailing – Flying on air while being pulled by a speedboat is beyond awesome. The occasional dips on the blue water made it doubly exciting.

d) Driving a motorcycle – Glad it was automatic. I almost fell down on the way up but I was able to manage holding on to the motorcycle. Thanks to the locals who were on their way down for assisting me.

e) Live Show – I heard about it even before going to Thailand. And for curiosity’s sake, we went there. I was even picked to hold a balloon during one of the performances.

f) Bath Tub Massage – no further explanation needed. Its quite self-explanatory.

g) Drunken Bowling – I normally don’t drink while playing bowling. See my strikes while under the influence of alcohol. Oh, and I got my first injury here too.

h) Tennis - I played a couple of games when I was in Japan but this is the first time that I scared. Scared that I thought I lost my eyesight after the ball hits my eye! And the very same day, I twisted my ankle. It happened two days before going home.

i) Sunrise to Sundown Photoshoot – Thanks to Davis and Dong for inviting me and Caloy to join them. It was a rewarding experience. No hints of tiredness during that day. But on the following day, LOL!

j) Target Shooting – I held a gun once but firing them and almost hitting bull’s eye, I thought I can shoot!

k) Cambodia – first time to cross a country via bus. I will never forget this experience even I have to speak in English for three days!

I know there are still lots of first time experiences but time is running out and I have to post this blog before I leave Thailand.

How about my work? Well, work is work. I gained a lot of knowledge this time, from my supervisors to my fellow engineers. I hope I was able to share a bit of my knowledge to them too. They were very helpful. There may be arguments, discussions but after shaking them off, its all fine.

Oh, and how can I forget the friendships I established here. My fellow expats are my immediate family here. Even the fact that some were from different companies but when we got together, its always a grand celebration. That’s was just one of the few things you will experience as an expat. The locals were also very warm, helpful and friendly. Damn, I will miss them so much. I can’t really describe how they made me feel loved and respected. We shared jokes, and we didn’t care much about the language barriers. I have high respect for them too. Shout outs to the Vietnamese engineers too. They were equally friendly and accommodating. Thanks for the rice wine! Special thanks to my other foreign friends, you know who you are and you have touched my life too as much as anyone else.

Goodbyes are a part of our lives, after all life is just a series of hellos and goodbyes. As I packed my bags, I will bring the memories of Thailand. It will be forever a part of my life.

end

sprints toward
a spirited horizon

once embraced,
a reassuring promise
disappears

swiftly,
the curtains
of emptiness,
offer only
waves of desire

at day's end
drifting and alone
yet relaxed

home
once again

/totomai

One of my favorite Thai phrases, Rak Sa Sook Kha Parb, Chook Dee Na Took Took Kon!

Maraming Salamat Thailand!

/totomai
05/21/08

Ruins

My 2nd day in Cambodia started after the alarm screamed at me at 0600H. I took a shower, went down and had my breakfast. The Apsara Angkor Hotel did not disappoint as it had different breakfast styles. Burp! Here's the recap of the 1st day!

At 0800H, our bus moved and headed to Baentay Srei. I made sure that my camera had its proper settings.

Bantaey Srei was dedicated to Shva, the Hindu goddess of destruction. Through murals carved withing its walls, the temple describes stories of arguments between the gods and other legends of Hindu religion and culture. If that isn't signifigant enough for a piece of the temple, I don't know what is. Now if you ask someone about historical events in their lives, you're in for a long and boring story that almost always starts with, "Back in my day..." But let's say you asked the rock. Its day was actually from the 9th to 13th century, the rise and fall of the Khmer empire. That's farther back than your grandparents' day. Bantaey Srei was actually built in 976 AD. When the rock was still part of the temple, King Rajendravarman ruled Angkor. The builders of it carved murals representing past events in Angkor and stories about Hindu gods. By the time the rock finished, you would realize that some hisorical events are much more interesting than your grandparents' speeches.

The temple ground area is small but the intricate designs were appealing. If you open your eyes wider, you can see carvings that tell a story. Each carving is well-detailed that you can only wonder how it was done, many centuries ago. Every pillar is guarded by a Thai woman, I guess its just appropriate as this temple was once a fortress for women. We stayed until 1000H and went to Ta Phrom immediately.

Ta Phrom is pretty interesting, it has a cinematographic feel and no doubt, its very popular to tourists.

Located approximately one kilometre east of Angkor Thom and on the southern edge of the East Baray near Tonle Bati, it was founded by the Khmer King Jayavarman VII as a Mahayana Buddhist monastery and university. Unlike most Angkorian temples, Ta Prohm has been left in much the same condition in which it was found: the photogenic and atmospheric combination of trees growing out of the ruins and the jungle surroundings have made it one of Angkor's most popular temples with visitors.

As much as I want to take photos of place like it is an abandoned one, I just can’t since every corner had a foreigner posing and snapping. LOL! I have to be satisfied with every shot I made. That’s the price one should pay while joining travel tours during holidays. The ruins there were mystical and don’t have eerie-like atmospheres. I can’t speak much about the history as the guide spoke in Thai language.

Its 1230H, and instead of having our lunch, we decided to proceed to Angkor Thom and Bayon.

The Bayon is a well-known and richly decorated Khmer temple at Angkor in Cambodia. Built in the late 12th century or early 13th century as the official state temple of the Mahayan Buddhist King Jayavarman VII, the Bayon stands at the centre of Jayavarman's capital, Angkor Thom. Following Jayavarman's death, it was modified and augmented by later Hindu and Theravada Buddhist kings in accordance with their own religious preferences.

Before entering the temple, we had to pose for the tour’s souvenir photo. LOL! At a distant, the faces assembled by stones and rocks are very visible and there are lots of them. Forgive my knowledge when it comes to History as I almost fail in this subject before. Earlier the weather was hot as hell and then later, it rained without any warning. And I had to protect my camera. I looked for a covered area and stayed there for a couple of minutes. My friend fetched me and he had an umbrella. So the photo session continued. Haha!

At 1400H, its finally lunch time. We ate quickly as we can and went to Angkor Wat, the highlight of the tour.

Angkor Wat is a temple at Angkor, Cambodia, built for King Suryavarman II in the early 12th century as his state temple and capital city. As the best-preserved temple at the site, it is the only one to have remained a significant religious centre since its foundation—first Hindu, dedicated to Vishnu, then Buddhist. The temple is the epitome of the high classical style of Khmer architecture. It has become a symbol of Cambodia, appearing on its national flag, and it is the country's prime attraction for visitors.

Oh I remember seeing this place on a postcard. Now, here I am taking photos of it. I am fascinated by monks too and I promised myself to take photos of them. I asked them to pose for me. LOL! Angkor Wat is huge, and I guess we weren’t able to wander around it. But its all good, otherwise, our legs have fallen.

We went to Psa Ja Market and was surprised that the vendor is charging everything in dollars or baht instead of riel. I bought lots of shirts and bags, just in time for my demobilization. The items are overpriced of course, its how you deal with the vendors to get a discount. Big discounts!

Its dinner time again, buffet style, but this time with traditional Apsara dance. Too bad I couldn’t take one good photos of the dancers, I’m too shy to use the flash of my camera.

We went back to the hotel, took a quick rest, hit the shower and explored the city. There are different bars in one street, the area reminded me of Khao San Road in Bangkok. We stayed there until 0030H only.

The next morning, we prepare ourselves to go to The Killing Fields.

The Killing Fields were a number of sites in Cambodia where large numbers of people were killed and buried by the Communist Khmer Rouge regime, during its rule of the country from 1975 to 1979. Estimates of the number of dead (execution, disease and starvation together) range from 1.4 to 2.2 million out of a population of around 7 million. In 1979 Communist Vietnam invaded the country, which at that time was officially called Democratic Kampuchea, and toppled the Khmer Rouge regime.

Actually, I had a different picture on my mind and was a bit surprised after I saw a temple now. I can still remember some parts of the movie as I watched it when I was in second grade. Seeing the bones of the victims was heartbreaking. There were posters about how these victims suffered. This was our last stop then we headed home.

All in all I took 1079 photos, and I randomly picked 50 photos to be included on the slide show. LOL!

For My World Tuesday

I am satisfied by the way the bondstreettour handled the tour, well except for the last lunch. LOL! And of course I am very thankful to P’Gang, P’ G, Nong Hinghoi and Nung Noom for inviting me. I won’t forget this tour of course. Sawaddee Krub!

Next trip is in Bali, right? LOL!

totomai
05/12/08

Masseuse

I am addicted to Thai Massage.

The hotel I am staying offers traditional massage. Every two weeks, for almost a year, my body craves for this addiction. Their masseuses range from young to not-so young, slim to not-so slim, pretty to not-so much. Just choose what you prefer. I tried the services of at least two masseuses until I met Khun Malai, from then on, I am her regular customer.

Khun Malai is the oldest masseuse. She had a shy smile, spoke in little and broken English, and her kindness exuded out of her. Every time she massaged me, I can feel that she treat me as her son. And I guess that’s what my other officemates felt too. She really took her time when doing her services, she was never in a hurry and the next thing you’ll know is that 2 hours had already passed.

Being the oldest, she had the least or the last one to be picked by customers, especially by the younger or foreign ones. I can still remember the time when our group had a drinking session by the pool and some younger masseuses asked us not to throw the cans as they will give it to Khun Malai (I didn’t know her yet). Of course, we complied. Out of jest, we made a deal that we should only get the services on Khun Malai as a way of helping her. Fortunately for all of us, we had a great deal. Funny but in one’s month time, Khun Malai was named as the top masseuse of sort by the hotel.

And she never fails to bring some souvenirs / native delicacies from the places she’s been. A gesture I found sweet and heartwarming. If she had the chance, she’s the first one to say hi or hello to us, asking us how’s our day and the like. She was like our second mother.

Last Wednesday, being tired from my Cambodian tour, I asked for her service. We talked for a while first and told her that I will be going home this 21^st of May. She asked, for how long? I told her that my job is finished and I will not come back anymore. Her voice cracked a little and the sparkle in her eyes faded. She continued asking if I like Thailand, I said yes but I have to go home. Our company had decided not to renew our contracts. She further asked about my other officemates, her regular customers too, and I told her all of us are leaving by end of May. She just said she hopes to have customers like us in the future. My heart is breaking, I know what she feels. I assure her that if I come back in Thailand, I will visit her again.

To Khun Malai, thank you very much and Happy Mother’s Day!

Of course, Happy Mother’s Day to my Mama too. Love you ‘ Ma.

ETA

Two days before going back to the Philippines, I played tennis with my fellow engineers and I thought that was one of my unluckiest days. The tennis ball hit my right eye and believe me it was one of the scariest moments of my life. LOL! Still I continued playing, and before wrapping up the game, I twisted my left ankle.

When I arrived at the hotel, I asked for Khun Malai, if she can massaged my ankle. Of course she did. And what touched me more was after the session, maybe after 1 hr, she knocked on my door and brought me a dinner since she said I cannot go out to buy one. Whew! And offered me a pain killer she brought in a pharmacy prescribed by a doctor. A gesture I won't forget.

/totomai
05/11/08

Cambodia

A couple of months ago, my friends/officemate invited me to join them on a Cambodian tour. At first I hesitated since I thought I will be very busy packing my stuffs once I’m demobilized. But I changed my mind and it’s a good decision that I did.

The 3-day/2-night tour was organized by bondstreettour and cost 5990 baht. The tour is basically catered to Thais and I expected that all the instructions and explanations will be in their native language. I didn’t have a problem with it, my officemates tried their best to explain what was said from time to time. We left Bangkok at 0430H and arrived at Aranyaprathet / Poitep (Thailand / Cambodia) border at around 0930H. We proceeded then to Cambodian Immigration for passport stamping. Cambodia was just few steps away. LOL!

The first thing I observed in Poitep was that most people were manually pushing their stuffs by wooden carts. My friend told me it’s because the fuel price in the country is too high. It’s pretty ironic though since the place is filled with casinos.

We transferred to a local bus with a Khmer guide and off to Siem Reap. The travel was a bit tiring; perhaps it’s the road that made me feel that way. On our way, there’s nothing much to see except for barren land areas and occasionally, children in bicycles going to their schools. I can’t imagine how they can stay up the whole day after enduring the hot temperature and the foggy dusts on their way to school. Other children, instead of going to study, lead cows and other farm animals. And then I just fell asleep. LOL! They woke up after arriving at Siem Reap at 1300H and were greeted by flood of foods. Its lunch time – buffet style at Tonle Sap Restaurant! Yum! The food was great especially their steamed pork legs. Traditional Khmer desserts were also served. I can’t remember all the foods but its worth visiting again.

Around 1430H, we prepared ourselves to go to Tonlé Sap.

for Watery Wednesday

Tonlé Sap is a large body of water (Cambodian meaning Large Fresh Water River but more commonly translated as Great Lake) is a combined lake and river system of huge importance to Cambodia. It is the largest freshwater lake in South East Asia and is an ecological hotspot that was designated as a UNESCO biosphere in 1997.

On our way to the river, my colleague pointed out the wooden huts on the bank, and he said that during rainy season, the locals will try to transfer them to a much higher ground. It reminded me about the Bayanihan Spirit.

We had a closer look at the river life. Saw small children paddled their way across the muddied waters just to sell colas and fruits to tourist. Their eyes speak so much that I can barely look. I even saw one mother, carrying her little child, and never cared about danger of water and heat. The river had a floating church and a school that was built and donated by other country (I think its South Korea, if I remember correctly). Life there is hard but seeing the smiles of the locals is enough to conclude that they are doing fine. I hope so.

At 1700H, we headed to Phnom Bakheng, hoping to catch the golden sun.

Phnom Bakheng is best climbed at the end of the day or early in the morning, either by its immediate steep slope or by the gently winding path bearing to the left, formerly taken by tourist elephants - which is a classic and very pleasant walk. From the summit one can enjoy a view stretching across the plain - dominated by the two other peaks that are also each crowned with a temple by Yasovarman; - Phnom Krom to the south, close to the Tonle Sap lake, and Phnom Bok to the north-east, standing out from the distant dark line of the Phnom Kulen - and then the plain of water of the western baray, the forest of Angkor Thom and the majestic composition of Angkor Wat, lying golden in the setting sun.

Hundreds of foreigners were able to position themselves to catch the view of the golden sun. We climbed the not-so-steep stairs and managed to find our own spot. But, unfortunately, the sun was too tired to show-off or the clouds were jealous with the attention the sun is getting so they decided to block him. LOL! The weather was not cooperative, too bad for us.

For most of the day, I was a bit frustrated about the photos I took because its not the way I wanted to capture them, only to realize that I had it on shutter mode than aperture mode. Damn! I wanted to scream but I can’t. LOL! But hey, everything happens for a reason, go on totomai, console yourself.

Before everyone’s stomach complained, we arrived at the Mekong Restaurant (not sure about the name) at 1900H. We wasted no time in filling our stomachs with all the available foods we could take. Traditional Thai foods were served.

A few minutes before the clock hits 2030H, we were already at the entrance of Apsara Angkor Hotel. The place is cozy and it’s a gorgeous place. A bit of an old style hotel but I think that’s what I liked most. It’s a 4-star hotel and believe me, it deserved the rating! After I opened the door, I immediately went to the bed, hugged the pillow and prepared to sleep. I had a headache. My friends told me that we are going to have a small drinking session on the opposite room, I told them I will follow after taking a shower. Out of nowhere, I heard a ring and I opened the door, my roommate told me that they have finished drinking already. LOL! I told them I am sorry as I was too tired and wasn’t able to defeat the temptation of the soft bed.

I prepared to take a shower after our quick conversation but my eyes are too fast to close and lead me to a deep slumber.

/totomai
05/07/08

Day 2 and 3 as well as the slideshow of the photos will be on a separate entry.

Songkran

According to wikipedia,

The Thai New Year (Thai: สงกรานต์ Songkran) is celebrated every year on 13 April to 15 April. It is also celebrated in Laos (called pi mai lao or 'Lao New Year' in Lao), Cambodia, Myanmar (where it is called Thingyan), and by the Dai people in Yunnan, China. Sri Lanka also celebrates a similar festival called Sinhalese and Tamil New Year on the same dates. The same date is celebrated widely throughout the Indian subcontinent, albeit based on the astrological event of the sun beginning its northward journey.

As this will be our last time of being together, our group headed to Nang Rham beach, a 30-minute drive from our hotel. I never thought this was a big celebration, people flocked in the beach and it was difficult to find a decent parking area, good for me I didn’t drive. LOL!

The occasion is reminiscent to Araw ng San Juan (John the Baptist’s Day) wherein people on the street splashed pails of water to the others, including colored-water ones. If only the cars can complain.

A photo addict that I am, I wasted no time in taking photos of anyone, anything. Sure, its not really about taking excellent shots its about capturing the place and events how you want to remember after leaving Thailand.

Here are some shots straight from my camera.

The warmth of the sun and the lullaby of the waves were enough to keep us relaxed. And of course, we didn’t forget to eat. A lot! Too bad though that the next day, three of my friends ended up dehydrated and stayed in the hospital for a day. Must be food poising. What’s to blame? Hmm, green shells? Shrimps? I don’t know.

All in all it was a great experience. A tradition that I will surely relive in my next destination (wait, do I really know where I am going?).

Sawadde Krub Thailand!

/totomai
04/18/08

Closure

Sooner or later a decision will be made – whether my contract will be renewed or not. Or I can make a decision too, whether to stay or not (yes, I applied for 2 companies already but no feedback yet, lol).

Two days ago, an officemate of mine, a fellow expat, asked me which one I prefer, to leave Thailand first or be left behind. I told him, I prefer the former. Sending off a loved one / friend is emotionally a notch higher. That question was a sort of wake-up call, a reality check.

Expats live in a temporary world – always changing, unstable. The bond you establish is impermanent too. After the final farewell, though you hope that one day, you’ll gonna meet again; everything will be just a memory. But thanks to the power of email, it can help refresh those memories once in a while. A bit. LOL!

I learned to love Thailand. It’s a beautiful country with beautiful people. I love my room too. For almost a year, my room is kingdom. Though I must admit that staying in a hotel for a year can be boring too! At least I was pampered and wasn’t able to wash and iron my clothes and with free breakfast too. One of the best benefit I ever had!

Closure

The calendar confirms the date,

curtains hush

and webs hide against the kisses

of dried brown hairs.

Sheets silently weep,

comfort the pillows

longing for warmth.

Air dries the tears

on the window pane,

and a lamp had its last wink.

Last drops of the faucet

wish luck,

a mirror stares

to nothingness.

The door closes;

another storyends.

/totomai

I am easily attached to the place I stayed-in. But as I said, its not permanent. Soon, I will be closing its door for the last time.


Time is sprinting and I am watching.

/totomai

03/28/08

Party

Just when my sanity was about to splinter, an officemate of mine invited me to a well-deserved Friday night escapade. After eight months of toiling with paper works and calculations, I can finally savor the spirit of relaxation. Don’t get me wrong, I think I deserve this one! Just when every one thought that Japan is only a place for Buddhism, oriental mysticism and traditions; think again, the country has a lot to offer. I was thrilled by the invitation, really I was.

We went out of office at 1830H, luckily for us our respective bosses were out of office attending some business trips and conferences; took a dinner and of course prepared ourselves for the night. At 2200H, here we go DESTINATION AGEHA!

The whole night I was pretty pumped up, raising unlimited and maybe nonsensical questions to my officemate about what is going to happen and what to expect. Well, it’s my first time you know after a while. We took the train and arrived at Shin-kiba at 2330H. The place is packed already and we were welcomed by these Japanese ladies clad in flashing bikinis and naïve smiles. Then, I remembered, it was Bikini Nights for the ladies and I always thought that Japanese gals are quite conservative, I was dead wrong. Hasty generalizations, huh?

Anyway, the main door was still closed, had to open at 2400H. And when the clock signaled that it is time to get ugly, a duster of locals and gaijins (I’m guilty!) sprinted towards the dance floor. A very huge dance floor as a matter of fact. Bodies moved and collided with each other, dancing to the beat as if the sun will never rise again. As I observed the area, I was surprised that almost 60% of the crowd are foreigners, hmmm, where did they come from? Ooops, where did we all come from? Hehehe.

The floor continued to throb, it was never-ending. We decided to go to the Water Bar, where there was a pool and party animals bounced around it. The adventurous ones took all their clothes off and allowed to be seduced by the blue waters. It was great watching them but we had to escape or else we will be thrown off to the pool too. We didn’t bring any extra clothes by the way.

Back to the main arena, the party went on, temperature rose to the maximum. And in a short while, the main course was served. Five platforms were filled with ladies in bikinis, Japanese, Italian, African, Filipino among others; they tried to outperform each other to get the attention of the spectators. I secretly took some pictures of them, hehe, I know it’s not allowed but I had to. I believed I was told by the security not to take pictures twice, but I didn’t care at all. The girls continued to perform an hour.

Me and my friend kept on extracting our energies on the floorboards. And at 0530H, we felt that nothing is left to us, it meant, time to go home. We took the train, and then the bus. We only realized that we already arrived on our destination when the bus driver shouted to us SUMIMASEN, SHOTEN DESU (Haha, sorry if this is wrong! I am poor in Japanese). Well it means, this is the bus stop (last station). The driver was insensitive; can’t he see that we had just our 15-minute slumber? DAMN!

/totomai
07/27/07

PS
an experience when I was in Japan

Bangkok

Since we are two cities away from Bangkok, we grabbed the opportunity to roam the city last Saturday after accompanying three of our fellow expats who went home for a much needed vacation. A lot have been told about Bangkok, and we were eager to experience it.

I haven’t uploaded all the photos yet, I’ll make this entry as a preview of sort.

We arrived at Khao San area an hour past noon after being boiled inside the van with a non-functioning aircon. Our arrival was welcomed by a public demonstration, must be about the ousted prime minister. We better read news articles from now on. The temples were closed as a safety measure in case the rally will be out of control. Great! Now, we have nowhere to go. Our stomachs screamed so we have to find a café as soon as possible. But the pigeons along the way distracted us, thinking it would be a great photo opportunity, we stopped for a while and were approached by two Thais (a woman and a man) handing out corn bits to feed the birds. We asked for the cost but they said, it’s okay, just feed the birds. As our stomach continued to complain, we decided to move out of the park. Lo and behold, we were blocked by these two and shouted “Money! Money!” We told them that they said its free, they said, no, its 50 baht per pack and she started counting the empty packs – 13 all in all. That’s 650 Baht! Fuck! To avoid arguments, we paid the amount. But the guy insisted that we have to pay an additional 200 Baht. Sensing that this is insanely wrong, we went to the tourist information center to ask for help. Perhaps, our alertness alarmed these two that they returned the 500 Baht at the information counter. Lucky for them, we went to the center instead of reporting the incident to the police.

Strike 1

After a quick lunch, we walked around the area, looking for some place to shoot. A seemingly good guy approached us. He was a tuktuk driver. He was old enough to be our father and he spoke good English. Later, he asked if we are interested for a boat trip. We thought, it would be a good alternative than to end the day doing nothing and besides he seemed very nice. The trip will be an hour long for 1200 Baht, and he promised that we will enjoy the trip. Lo and behold again! This was not the trip we expected it to be. Sorry, but it’s like passing thru a canal without sceneries and views. How we wanted to stop the tour and just go back to the dock! So frustrating!

And what’s more frustrating? We found out in our hotel about this modus-operandi and in actuality the ride would normally costs 10-15 Baht only per person.

Strike 2

This was not the way we wanted our adventure to be. It’s becoming a misadventure. We went to a city mall to have our snacks. Well, funny but we weren’t finished yet with our food when the waitress started cleaning our table. Amazing! We started calling hotels and pension houses too for a place to stay. But luck was never on our side. When we moved out of the mall, the heaven sympathize with us, as it heavily poured its tears. Its raining so hard that it made it difficult for us to get a taxi or, well, negotiate one. Grrrr.

Strike 3.

Three strikes already and we were thinking of going back to Rayong. After being ignored for many times, a taxi finally transported us to our desired location. He spoke good English too and he started recommending cheap pension houses and stuffs. He was talkative and we enjoyed his stories. At the back of our minds, we hoped that he is different to the few we have encountered earlier that day. And indeed, he was different. He brought us to a cheap yet comfortable hotel, he volunteered to pick us up if we wanted to go and see the night life in Bangkok.

Around 2130H, he was already in front of the hotel, waiting for us. He decided to bring us to a place famous to foreigners. We went to a sexy show and it was different than the normal sexy clubs. The ladies in the said place had special talent to flaunt. Hmm, do I need to elaborate this one? Maybe not. I was chosen to be a volunteer in one of the acts. It’s cool. Haha! But not the one you’re thinking!

Past midnight we went to a dance club. I thought its boring since the clock had strike 12 yet I can still count the people inside the club. Wait, it looked like the floodgates had been opened. Foreigners and locals of all ages entered the place and you can barely move. Where did they come from? It was a bit expensive but it was a cool place and they played English songs. Hehehe. We went back at the hotel at 3 am.

The next day, we went to the temple we should have visited the day before. But still its cool. Lots and lots of photos! Despite the sun’s penetration, it didn’t stop us to wander around the area. The details on each temple were seamlessly designed - amazing.

Bangkok has definitely lots to offer. Two days to explore the city were not enough. Hope to be back there soon.

/totomai
06/26/07