Junk in the Sand

April 17, 2013 § 3 Comments


It's neither poop nor blood. It's what happens during the Songkran Festival.

A nifty hiding place for a purse.

Thai people call these flowers "Peacock's Tail"

The many layers of our society; the tallest building in the back is the "Hilton"

A very nice beach indeed until you find that junk in the sand.

Got a few shots of the Hilton lobby as I snuck in to use the bathroom.
Goodies come to those who wait 🙂 
It took a while to blow this little grill on fire for some great BB-Q

This is my second time down in Hua Hin beach for the national water festival. I stayed right in the center of the water fight last year, and did not enjoy the crowd blocking my path and trying to smear powder on my face. So I’m quite glad we stayed in a more secluded place this time round. My car of course, didn’t make it through without being covered in paint splatters (though the government banned the use of powder or paint this year).

I’m not quite sure when my excitement for Songkran had stopped. Maybe it was when I saw news of women dancing on pick up trucks in their bras being groped by men, or when I heard about Songkran being just an opportunity for senseless people to take advantage of others. It could definitely be when I saw groups of young men throwing cement blocks and “bleeding” each other to the ground this year…and who cares if they hit one of the cars passing by! My friends and I were stuck in traffic in our car and couldn’t think of what to do except to watch the terrifying scenario in front of us. I honked the horn (not that it’s any helpful), and one of us rolled down the window and yelled, which wasn’t such a great idea either because in that stage of rage, some people cannot tell friends from foes. Anyhow, we all took a blow on depression for a while after that event. It’s like strolling down a nice beach until you discover trash buried in the sand, and it makes you wonder why people let their crap get in the way of something beautiful.

My flight to patriotism

April 9, 2013 § 3 Comments

I Am No Stranger

Where the City Parties All Night

Lonely Light

Mainstreet Disney Causeway Bay Classic Me Banjo Player Going back to childhood The Damsel Overlooking Stanley Magical Night

I was never a Patriotic person. I love my country and King and all, but never felt the need to have any sense of attachment to my homeland, whatsoever. When I was five, my father was sent by the government to represent his office, so we moved to Rome, Italy; and 6 years of childhood in a foreign land, shall we say, makes me a third-culture-kid. After returning back to Bangkok, I never really made an effort to reconnect with my homeland, and I especially never really made an effort to pay attention to politics. But my recent trip to Hong Kong changed my dull view of my country. For the past few years all I’ve wanted to do was GET OUT OF BANGKOK. It was driving me nuts how much of a routine my life had become. My creative juices were running dry, my daily activities were within the radar of my office, home, and malls…and I hung out with the same people EVERYDAY, almost 24/7. So when my boyfriend flew to Hong Kong for an editing job, it was a necessary excuse to take leave.
It’s my third time in Hong Kong, but I still love it! I loved being in a country that I couldn’t speak the language for a change, because I got to experience what most foreigners do in Thailand.

I loved how fashionable people were. I loved being overwhelmed by the cold breeze as I strolled down The Victoria Harbor. I loved how organized the streets were, and how in nearly every little road, there were pedestrian crossing lightings; and I loved being woken up every early morning by what I thought was my alarm clock, but instead was the sound of the crossing light alert…if you’d like to hear what it sounds like, click here:

Obnoxious right? Ha – call me crazy.

And though I’ve enjoyed standing awkwardly in the midst of the crowd at Causeway Bay waiting for a good shot, or drinking Hoegarden among some of the most beautiful people I’ve seen at Lan Kwai Fong, or taking the Mickey Mouse train to Disneyland, or feeding my temptations by window shopping…. It all hit me in the end as I was on the plane back home…

There are probably more than thousands of cool places in Bangkok alone that I’ve never made an effort to discover. I’d probably be as fascinated with my own country just as I was with Hong Kong, if I didn’t take it all for granted. I blame my routine life on mere laziness, and lack of love for my homeland. It’s embarrassing when foreigners know about your country better than you do. So I’ve made a decision, that I would start looking at my country with a fresh perspective – a loving perspective, and that I would make an effort to pour out more love for this nation, and its people. That’s my definition of patriotism.

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Fish don’t climb trees

April 7, 2013 § Leave a comment

So I stumbled upon this clip on Vimeo and I’m absolutely wowed by it. I mean, Mike Breach basically turned something as simple as milk and coffee into a fame worth, cup full of  ‘artistic blend.’ I’ve seen coffee art before, but he’s taken it to the next level. And that’s something I really appreciate in certain people, that is, their ingenious abilities to make something of value out of nothing. An even more admirable fact is their patience and determination they’ve put into what many people often think is insignificant. But in the end, their work adds a bit of joy to your day, doesn’t it?

I actually came across this quote before I saw Mike’s brilliant coffee art, and then I couldn’t agree more with old Albert.

Fish don't climb trees

Nomadic Life

April 4, 2013 § 3 Comments


Canon 550D, 35mm

One of my friends who’s a missionary here in Bkk, was standing over her apartment’s balcony as we were doing a photoshoot for work. Her skirt was just a great accent to the dim lighted sunset so I had to steal the moment.

The picture reminds me of others like her who have traveled miles away from home, venturing different cultures to follow their callings. Many of whom I’ve heard about are persecuted even by their own families for doing so, because some people associate fruitfulness only with money, and cannot fathom happiness and success from serving others. But it is because of people like this friend of mine that so many lives were touched and changed. They love on those who don’t deserve it, they give to those who desperately need it, and they pray for those who don’t even know it. And their love is like light, and when light enters dark places it becomes contagious spreading to the corners we don’t even see. But what we do see, is the holistic change in the person, the community, and the nation.


“A prophet is not without honor except in his own town, among his relatives and in his own home.”

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