Tuesday, July 31, 2012

This is a photoblog...

...of my 35th birthday "celebration", or at least part of it.

Yes, I am 35 this year. I am now officially in my mid-thirties! *gulp*

O_O

To celebrate this milestone, I did something I've always wanted to do: go on a stay-cation. I wanted to relax, run after nothing and just enjoy my time. And that's what I did. I want to tell you all about it, but I think I'll just show you the pictures.

I managed to play with a Canon EOS60D that weekend so I went around and played "photographer". I didn't use any digital filters (no, I do not use Instagram) and these are all unedited (except for a few colour enhancements). All depth-of-field and focus settings were manually done by me, which would explain why they're a bit off. But still, I'd like to think I didn't do so bad. :)

THE SOLE INDOOR SHOT

THE INDIGENOUS WILDLIFE





THE LOCAL FLORA







THE MISCELLANEOUS

I did other things on my birthday too. And those had pictures as well. But I'll tell you about it next time.

All photos were shot on location at Sonya's Bed & Breakfast in Barangay Buck Estate, Alfonso, Cavite, though most people would probably consider Sonya's to be part of Tagaytay. You can The room was the Rosemary. For more information go to http://www.sonyasgarden.com/ or call them at +(63)917-5329097  or +(63)917-5335140 or +(63)917-5231080 .
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Wednesday, July 25, 2012

admiration

While taking a quick break from work I decided to do a little cybersnooping. Now before you go all judge-y on me, hear me out. ;)

Once, while talking to our staff analyst, I noticed on her computer an open web page. As someone with a similar cyberproperty, I immediately recognized the telltale signs that said the page on her screen was a blog. And I knew intuitively that the blog was hers. There is something about being a blogger that makes you feel an immediate connection with other bloggers. When you find them amidst the randomness, it is like finding your kin. You're bound together by the connections of the worldwide web. So I developed this compulsion t find her page.

Further fueling me on was the fact that she has never said anything about her little passion on the side. But then again, neither have I. If she is like me, then I suppose she wishes to keep part of her personal life separate from her professional life. Or perhaps she's just biding her time. At any rate, today I decided to finally go take a look.

I was delighted by what I saw. It wasn't even the contents of the page that tickled me because her subject is something I have absolutely have no knowledge or skill on. But I loved the vibe of her blog. It was fun, feminine and happy.

And I couldn't help but admire that she had such a passion for her topic. Enough that her posts came in quick succession. I can barely get one out a month! Which is silly when I think about how blessed I am to have so much I could possibly write about.

The problem, I think, is that I have pressured myself into writing "perfect" pieces. I'm harboring some notion that because I could (could, could) eventually try to monetize this blog then I must have some bigger, grander theme to it. (See entry: Show me the Money)But it seems that harboring that notion has not helped me become a better writer. Or at least it hasn't made me more prolific.

Maybe it's time to change my mindset. A little less of the "perfect", a little more of the me. That's what I always wanted anyway.

But just to make sure, come back next month and see if I manage to successfully churn out more entries.
write, darn you, write!
In the meantime, check out Candidly Pretty. It's the blog for DIY arts and crafts lovers. Oh, and by the way, she has no idea I discovered her "secret". ;)


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Sunday, July 22, 2012

Darn it!

Ah, HTML, you foil me again...

Still HTML bobo
 Over a month ago I had this brilliant idea of adding a page to this blog. That page would be dedicated to faith. Seeing as how a my faith and my service make up a huge part of my life, it only seemed natural that I would have a separate section for it.

I don't envision myself writing long, theological pieces. I can barely write "regular" pieces as it is. Trust me, my list of to-write-abouts is getting longer by the occassion. Nor do I think I have the patience (aka intelligence) for profound expositions on issues of the Catholic Church.

What I would like to have is a repository of the many little things that I come across and that strike me deeply when I am at mass, at worship, at a teaching, in conversations or in prayer. Just those one or two lines of wisdom that help me understand a little more, feel loved a little more, become thankful a little more.

There was a time, when I was just beginning my faith journey, that I just soaked up knowledge like a sponge. I was enlightened by everything and I felt myself growing in leaps and bounds. But the danger with knowing something, is the tendency to start thinking you know everything. Accidental arrogance comes in and you start believing that nothing you're hearing is new.

But be that as it may, there is always value to being reminded. Because in my experience, what I have heard of before is also likely something I've previously forgotten. Each reminder is a brand new eureka moment.

And, if I'm really going to be honest about it, I need the cheat sheet. I don't have an eidetic memory and some really important realizations are going to slip by me because I didn't have a place to write it down. Or a place to read it. I suppose I could always use a paper notebook, but isn't that so 20th century? ;)

So here I am again, staring at my computer with a vision in mind and no foreseeabe way of achieving it. Short of learning HTML code (one more thing that is so last season...).

In as much as I'd like to put up that page, tonight will not be the night. I concede this round to that dastardly HTML. 

But don't count me out yet. 

Just... don't hold your breath waiting for me to return.

try and try again
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Friday, June 29, 2012

planting myself in The Dusun

I travel a lot for work. It's one of the few perks that I truly, truly enjoy about my job. People think it's incredibly glamorous but the truth is that the trips are always business trips. Which means that most of the time we're either in meeting rooms listening to presentations, doing presentations or visiting different trade channels. Believe me, I've seen a lot of supermarkets, drug stores and market stalls in this job.

So it is always a wonderful respite when I can travel and not step into a boardroom or look at a powerpoint slide. Which, thankfully, is exactly what I had on Independence Day weekend. For one brief moment, I was a plane and car-ride away from everything corporate. Literally.

The weekend didn't quite start out as planned. As always, I overslept, waking up 2 hours after the assigned departure time of 10am. So by the time we hit the road it was past noon. Thankfully neither of us were hungry though we were looking forward to lunch. That's because our pit/lunch stop was the town (or city, am not really sure which) of Seremban, off the coast of west Malaysia. And in keeping with Malaysian food tradition, the best food is found in an unassuming stall in the most unglamorous of places.
Stall #748 located in the town public market
I'm not an expert on Malaysian cuisine, but apparently what separates Seremban beef noodle from the rest of its kind is the sauce and the kind of noodle it uses.

the famous Seremband beef noodle
Unlike the Lucky Me Pancit Canton-type noodles I find in other dishes, this uses thicker, white noodles that were almost spaghetti-like in width. Then the meat cut is in slices and not the minced meat I've come to expect. The sauce was thick and although it looked like it was soy sauce based, it had a touch of sweetness. The really new ingredient to me was the sesame seed topping. I've never seen that before. It put a nice crunch to the dish. And, as with all Malaysian dishes, it came with a side of chili sauce which I would dip into liberally when I was in the mood for a kick in my bite. It was really quite delicious and I must admit that staring at the picture again is making me want another serving. hahaha...

From Seremban town it was only a short ride up to our ultimate destination... drumroll please... The Dusun. (yaaaaay!)

Translated as The Orchard, The Dusun is a quaint, rustic resort up a mountainous terrain. Getting there required driving through a road that progressively got narrower and eventually ended in a dirt path. It wasn't a hard drive, but one that sets up how worth it the trip is going to be.

what surrounds you when you get there
When you hit The Dusun there is only a small parking lot good enough to accommodate 4 cars. Which makes sense since there are only 4 cottages available in their entire lot. There is no lobby or check-in station. Just a nice woman who meets you at your car and escorts you to your cottage. Having taken a higher cottage, my long-dormant leg muscles got a shocking wake-up call walking up the path. I was panting by the time we reached the Tembusu house.

home for a day
pagod, pero maganda pa rin. hahahaha!
Built in the style of a traditional Malay house (I assume), it was on stilts, with a fully-stocked kitchen located on the ground floor. Everything you would need was there: stove, ref, water dispenser (with water), plates, utensils, glasses, candles, matches and even mosquito coils. Up a short flight of stairs was the main room. And it really was just that. A room. No partitions, no walls, just one big, airy, breezy room with the comforts of home.

the way to the living/dining/sleeping area

notice the mosquito net. It is very, very helpful at night.

an extra bed, right across the main one

an extremely relaxing chair with the view of the greenery. also just across the main bed
Interestingly enough, the windows had absolutely no shutters or curtains so everything was open and visible. We briefly thought about what would happen should it rain (would we get wet inside?) but the skies, though overcast, remained cooperative and dry.

We had planned to hike that afternoon to the waterfalls and thought we could do it on our own. Unfortunately, we were told that it wasn't safe without a guide, which we were unable to schedule beforehand. So we were instead directed to a nearby river that was supposedly 15mins away. Armed with a roughly-drawn map and a desire to explore, we started our way.

a-hiking we will go, a-hiking we will go... high ho the merry-o a-hiking we will go
The hike was a curious thing. A few minutes after leaving the grounds we were joined by two companions: a male and female dog. Obviously accustomed to humans, they were neither afraid nor hostile to us. Instead they matched our pace, staying only slightly ahead and periodically the female would look back at us, as though making sure that we were following her lead. In fact on our way back we had turned into a side road and she refused to join us. We walked on and tried calling her, but she sat down and refused to budge. Thinking that we may have chosen the wrong path, we retraced our steps and kept to the main road, whereby she got off her haunches and once more began leading us. And FYI, she was right. The side road we took was the wrong way. 

our guide
We never did reach the river. :( It had started to drizzle and we didn't want to risk getting soaked if the rain became too strong (it didn't. oh well). One, because we both had our cameras with us and two, because I was still nursing a cough.

By the time we got back to the cottage, early evening was settling and we started getting ready for dinner. Just outside the main room was a barbeque pit and part of the amenities offered were all-you-need charcoal and grilling equipment plus the services of a fire starter. So we were going to throw ourselves a little barbeque party. We had brought up satay, 3 kinds of sausages, cured meat, an ear of corn, salad and for dessert, marshmallows for roasting. Yummm.

the venue of that night's dinner
not a bad spread, wouldn't you agree?

cookin' and grilllin' on the barbie...
With the volume of food and just our stomachs, we decided to keep the pace nice and relaxed. Under the deepening night and gradually brightening stars, with free-flowing conversation both serious and inane, dinner took us all of 2 hours. And the best part was, we didn't have to do the dishes after! ;)

We kept the fire going way until after we the last morsel had been eaten. We didn't really need the heat, but there's always something comforting about a nice warm, fiery glow.

The next day dawned with the promise of breakfast brought up to the house, served in a traditional food container: nasi lemak. It took me a while to finish up the food, not only because I was naturally slow, but I think some of the previous night's sausage was still inside me. hahaha...

I was kind of hoping for chicken, actually. But old-school nasi lemak really just comes with the egg
We had a little time left before the 12nn check out, so we decided to enjoy the rest of what the resort had to offer. Right beside another cottage, the Berumbun, was the patio, a communal place big enough to hold a larger party of people.

party place
But since we were done with barbeque-ing, we decided to use the pool instead. Water at the resort is sourced from a river up the mountains so it was a little bit icy-cold stepping in. I kept getting told I would eventually acclimate to the temperature. I never did. hahahaha...


But oh, the view from the pool was gorgeous.
 
it would have been bliss... if I wasn't freezing. hehe.
We got out with just enough time for us to shower and pack up. It was finally time to say goodbye. It would have been great to stay on a bit longer, but that's the beauty of short trips. It leaves you wanting more.


The Dusun is located at Kampung Kolam Air Pantai 71770 Seremban, Malaysia. If that sounds vague, you can visit their website at www.thedusun.com.my to get the map and other details. You can also reach them via email: hello@thedusun.com.my or call +(60)012-6162585.
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Monday, June 04, 2012

What up, beaches?

This post has been in my drafts folder for the longest time.... Finally, to give it the light of day.
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There are some years when I barely get the chance to go to the beach. Either for lack of time or people to go with, I can waste an entire dry season (I refrain from calling it 'summer' since we don't have the other 3 seasons) land-locked and literally dry. Take last year for instance. 2 trips to the beach, one for work and one under grey skies. Not exactly stellar.


Then there are years like this year. A little over the end of the first quarter and I've been in the water on at least 4 different occassions. Ahhhh... bliss. :)


As a child, I wasn't much of a beach person. The sand, the shells, the saltiness... I found it a tad yucky. I guess that was because the beach nearest us growing up were those that had very loose sand. So as the water broke near the shore, it would dredge up grey sand, making the waters murky.


Over the years, I've discovered that I actually love the sea. I enjoy the sand, the shells and even the saltiness. And as a girl from the tropics, there is something deep inside me that will call out for the beach on a warm, sunny day.


The first trip was for our annual start-of-the-year kick off. 4 days in Shangri-la Mactan, Cebu sounds like paradise, doesn't it? It did to us too. Until we ended up spending a greater part of the 4 days inside the conference room, under halogen lighting. Not much of a tan to be gotten there. We were so productive that week (yessss... bibo!) that we only got to go to the beach the morning before our flight. And even then it rained! (somewhere in the distance I hear Joe and Dang snickering...) I suppose I could have opted to wake up earlier on some days to go swimming, but I've said it before and I'll say it again: I am not a morning person.


Because that morning was dedicated to our team building, my swimsuit finally saw some action.

action kung action!
I regret to inform you that despite our kick ass team spirit we lost that particular race. But boy did we make them work for that win...
 
the exhausted competition, bwahahaha
 Oh well, we had fun anyway....


The second beach trip was an impromptu day trip to Batangas. I say impromptu because it took us all of 1 week to plan it. That's probably one of the fastest times I've moved from idea phase to implementation phase for any project.


It helps that the people I was going with were all pro-active and connected: one found us the beach resort; one volunteered to do the groceries for the snacks and 2 of us volunteered our cars for use in the 3hr trip. Everything was discussed and agreed to via email and SMS and we only all saw each other on the day of departure.


Even though road trips can be sometimes rough on the body, there's a lot of fun to be had when you have great company. You learn so much about one another when cooped up in a small space for hours on end. Like how much one knows the lyrics of an obscure Smokey Mountain song. (you know who you are. Oh wait, do you read my blog ba? haha) You also share common experiences that become treasured memories. I'm sure no one will ever forget stopping for the carabao by the road, or the car that coughs up dust. So, here's the lesson kids: if you're going to travel, choose your companions well.


 I did. :)

me and the girls
men, men, men, men, manly men...
Despite arriving almost noon, we decided to pile on the sunblock and head out for the water anyway. The water was just way too tempting...
paradise will have sun, sand and sea
ready for the water
medyo in the water
But while on dry land, this was what kept us company...

what's a beach trip without a little junk food?
ang mga sosyaling drinks ni Joe
It was unfortunate that we couldn't stay the night. I had a trip to take the following day and didn't want to risk missing the flight (I categorically deny that I bullied everyone else to follow my schedule, despite what anyone else may claim...). We stayed as long as we could though, going back into the water as soon as we could peel ourselves away from Monopoly Deal. Which, to be honest, wasn't long since there was limit to how many times we could throw Mark the "Just Say No" card before we worried he'd start taking it personally. :D

We decided to give the pool a try just to maximize our stay. But the sun was setting and we needed to leave, so we couldn't take more than just a short dip. Against the backdrop of dusk giving way to evening, we had that requisite group shot to commemorate the occassion.

the Kota Keluarga group
Til the next trip guys!
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