Friday, March 28, 2008

Off to Phnom Penh

Be seeing you guys on Tuesday. I'm praying for something...


Bahai New Year at Mario and Marpha

LV sighting: Damier Musette

Some thoughts

I’m going to Phnom Penh on Saturday to primarily meet an artist who I want to exhibit here in the Arts Lounge. I’m also attending the opening of 15 contemporary Khmer artists at Reyum and I’m checking out some new galleries.

On the side I want to see the newly opened KFC there. Not that I eat chicken but some collegues here in the hotel asked me to buy some. I know, it’s funny but then a craving’s a craving. I could totally relate like I’m wanting to have some bangus belly right now with garlic rice. I could go on and on about what I want. The list is endless!

If I have time on Sunday I might check out the little shops there and possibly meet some designers and discuss of having their works shown for a fashion show we are organizing here in the hotel, probably end of the year.


The other night I was so excited because a friend told me he is giving me a Hussein Chalayan shirt. Another friend from Malaysia, who went to Berlin, got me this cute zipper bracelet. Of course, I’m elated about the gifts since it is so me, but more than that, I get this warm feeling inside because they remembered me.


Last night, Pastor Blady and I started our one-on-one Bible study. I really needed it right now. I reached a point in my life where I want to grow more as a Christian. I don’t think it’s just enough that you believe in Jesus. There’s so much more facets of Christianity that I need to discover, apply in my life and really process. It’s not as simple as just believing.

One of the hardest part of being me is my being secretive. Sure I’ve chronicled so many things about me in this blog but those are just snippets of my life. It’s not even half of me. I may make this the wrong reason for having the Bible study but I think of it as a therapy. I unburdened to Pastor Blady some of my most hidden secrets which have bothered me for the longest time. I must admit it’s hard given the delicacy of the matter. But you know what, I’m happy I’ve taken this decision. I’m slowly understanding my purpose for coming here in Cambodia.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Some days

It’s really easy to complain about things than to be thankful. I was sitting outside the cafe with two of my colleagues and both related to me how today was not a wonderful day for them. I so can relate. I had to clean my computer because its driver is full. It was running like a snail with arthritis. I had to finish an ad . The internet connection was not so good so it was agonizing for me to send the files. I had to burn some cd’s and since the computer is acting like a diva it took me hours to finish it. Then I was not feeling artistic at all. And the worsest feeling of all – I feel so fat! It’s worst than bad hair day. It’s worse than ‘I’m so ugly day’. It’s like all those days combined plus a period (not that I know how it feels to have a period) plus that feeling where you just want to throw things up in the air.

Or it could be a case of lack of carbs.

A pout could not cure this. So I hurriedly grabbed a pack of chocolate chip cookies, asked for a glass of milk. One bite and I’m smiling. Like the same feeling after you paid for a designer purchase.


I’m so glad I decided to take up swimming. Somehow I got rusty. The first few times I was doing it I easily get out of breath and panting like some beached whale. I’m happy to report that I’m improving tremendously with my paddling, my hand movements and making myself float. I think my speed also improved much. Even though I feel I’m obese I must admit I’m losing those fats slowly. I plan to continue my jumping rope thingy. This rubber tire in my mid-section has got to go!


I heard a very close friend got back with an old flame. I can’t wholeheartedly say I’m happy about it. Very personal reasons. I just hope my friend is happy with the situation now.

Pool walkway and shower head (for Peer)

The extra large shower head.

It's almost the size of my head!

First Aid - Day 2 with Mrs. Manila

This is our instructor.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mrs. Manila Prak. Odiva! I love her na!

moi and 'kiddo'

widodo and 'kiddo', quiet a popular kid.

How to recucitate a choking baby. I learned a lot from this training.

Indra with the most terrible nose job weve seen so far.

Hemlich manuever when the casualty fainted.

Lunch food

Grilled pink salmon with raisin, almond couscous

Grilled peppers, cucumber and feta salad


Dinner at Ginga.

Been craving for unagi for the longest time and everytime we are at Basho they're always out of it. So I didn't pass the chance to order their unagi set. It comes with tempura, miso soup, shrimp salad and salmon & tuna sushi.

Yummy! And so fat! I swear it's nakakahigh blood.

Loven and Fate

moi. I'm definitely going back there.

Monday, March 24, 2008

First Aid - Day 1

It's been years since I had my first-aid training. I think I did it in U.P. pa. Well, I was required to take this one since I think it's a requirement for work. No probs really since I thought it was fun.

Of course, acting the casualty is part of the program. Here you can see Joan working an Oscar winning performance of a fainting spell.

On the other hand, Widodo failed to grab a supporting role award since he couldn't act 'dead' at all.

Best Kiss award...

goes to me!

One of the dummies.

You do get attached to the dummies. Our instructor hugging the dummy. Love team sila.

I got wounded. huhuhu!

First-aid for me.

Another use for the krorma (scarf): sling.

Dressing a serious wound

Super acting si manong, oh! Best actor!

His hands was pierced by a shard of glass, kuno. Complete with blood pa.

Vungga no? It looks real.

Soetint to the rescue!

Meat for sale, anyone?

Sunday, March 23, 2008


After declaring that jumping rope is the latest, secret 'in' thing to stay in shape, I decided to take up swimming, so old school that now it's the latest, secret 'in' thing to stay in shape, when jumping rope just takes so much effort for me to do.

Ursula, isdatchu? Oh, ignore me and see our pool instead.

I'm so enjoying the swimming. Makes me introspective. Really weird...