Apol op May Ays

At long last, the apple of my eyes is back in town, and I’m back to my old, happy self. He’s back from a two-month holiday in Phuket, Thailand, and I must confess, seeing him again gives me an electric jolt in my nostrils!Nah… just kidding. He’s a lot heavier, spiky-haired and nicely tanned. Welcome back, Jake. Kiss Tita-Ninang Ganda! 😡

Remote date

I found this blog entry stashed in my junk stuffs. Somehow I have forgotten to post this, so here it is now.
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11 July 04

R is now in France. And true to his words, he is taking me along with him, virtually, that is. Somehow I am amazed at how Internet and text messaging is allowing me to go wherever he goes, to see what he sees, to hear what he hears and to feel what he feels.

After crossing Channel Islands in Guernsey (England) to St. Malo then to Dinan (France), he is now in a town called Britanny. Finding a campsite is not that difficult as there are thousands of campsites in France! Before settling down, he decided to go further to explore Foret de Paimpont, also known as Broceliande, or Camelot. Images of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table and the Quest for the Holy Grail came to my mind when I heard Camelot! Yes indeed. Foret de Paimpont is about 20 miles southwest of Rennes, is all the remains of the once extensive Forest of Brocelainde, the heart of Breton Arthurian Country. Here can be found the L’ Etang de Comper (Lake of Comper), which adjoins a castle of the same name.

We sort of had a “remote date” tonight in L’ Etang de Comper (was it?). It wasn’t like any other lake, nor was it any other kind of date. It was the lake mentioned in the Tales of King Arthur found in the ancient foret de Paimpont, and I was there with R. Virtually. We didn’t dress up for the occasion. There was no romantic dinner and no schmaltzy tunes as well. Just the sound of nature. We were thousand miles apart- me in my Phnom Penh apartment, and him in Foret de Paimpont- but connected by this technology called texting and Internet. I looked the place up in the Internet (thank you, Google) while he described how it was, by text messaging. The rustling trees in the forest, hovering birds, chirping cicadas, the placid lake with occasional rippling waves, the lone man fishing in the lake, the sound of children’s laughter at a distance, the smell of onions and barbecue. I could almost see and hear and smell and feel everything he saw and heard and smelled and felt too.

The place is really beautiful, judging from the pictures in the Internet. I never knew that France has such a lovely countryside. Like sceneries from fairy tales. Romantically medieval. Medievally romantic. Whatever 🙂 That’s what comes to mind and I am certainly sure that men who bring their ladies there are guaranteed to win their ladies’ hearts! All the essential ingredients for a romantic rendezvous are there. Hope I can go there someday. It’s too beautiful place not to be visited. Will add France to my list of dream destinations.

R said he was sitting on the east side of the lake watching the sun go down, while I looked at this picture of the sunset on the net. Nice. No other words said but the effect was profound. Thanks R. Will look forward to my France adventure. Someday. \:D/ 😡

R and R

Ranting and raving. That’s what it is. And is that what I am doing now?

After almost five days of editing the 1st semester report for a donor from Scotland (SCIAF), I can now sleep well and early tonight. It’s DONE. wohoo!! Cause for celebration, I am going to treat myself to Chinese food and a tall glass of milk-and-tea flavored bubble tea at ChitChat. Great. Tomorrow I will start doing my Dev Com 202 assignment, which is a media survey. Note: deadline Aug 7. Darn. One task done, and here comes another. When will I ever have a normal life? As if, hello! This is my normal life.

I called home again and was RELIEVED to hear that Popsie’s fine. By the time I was told of his condition, Popsie was already at home and fighting over the remote control with my pregnant sister. Doctors prescribed him medicine (tons) which I hope he’ll take religiously. Knowing my father… the moment he feels fine, he’d stop taking the pills. Wait till I come home. I haven’t booked my tickets yet, because the Finance people asked me to get 3 quotations from travel agencies. Just following office policy, of course I obliged since the office is paying for my travel expenses. Salamat sa donors: Oxfam Great Britain, Community Forestry International and SCIAF for their support to my homeleave expenses… hehehe. I’ll be leaving on the 14th or 15th. I’ll be arriving in Manila at around 7pm and my sister Lab, who’s working in Angeles City, and her boyfriend, will pick me up at the international airport in Manila and we will all go to the PAL airport for our early morning flight the following day to Roxas City- home sweet home!! But it’s still two weeks away…so back to work.

Surprise! Surprise! R’s postcards from Lourdes, France came in today. Thank you, thank you. They’re all beautiful. I put them all in one nice album so I won’t lose all that he sent to me. Will scan some and post here later 😀 Hey, wherever you are… Momsie says thanks a lot. Apart from the postcards, fafa R also sent me a bottle of holy water plus dozens of postcards from England and France and other souvenirs for my Momsie. Aba, siling ni Bigg, wala pa man gani nagapalapad na siya sang papel. I forgot to mention, he even offered to send me a bottle of duck pate, a French delicacy. Eew. Thanks R, but I don’t eat members of Donald duck’s family. 😀

lancesmlIn other news, well… stale news that is… Lance Armstrong won his 6th Tour de France title, a new record set by this charming American. I was surprised to learn that he is dating Sheryl Crow 😮 😮 Well, Sheryl will sing Lance some cheering or inspirational songs while he’s chasing his 7th TDF race :D, that is, if they are still together by that time. Anyways, he has new book “Every Second Counts)coming out sometime this year. Now that’s a biker… like fafa R. Enough of the R and R. Waiting for R’s R and R too.

Hitting the Big 30 (Part 2)

I can’t believe it just happened.

Suddenly, I’m 30.

Yeah, boring. Nothing exciting happened to me in the last 30 years. I wonder why. perhaps when God was giving out excitement, I was sleeping again. What a bummer. Anyways, even if I’m still single at 30, I’m perfectly healthy and I’m blessed with a job that I really like. And just like Jessica Zafra’s sentiments, it is so effing unbelievable that pimples still erupt on my face!

Seriously, looking back at my 30 years, I must say that life is not that bad. Not terrible, but okay. There are more stones to unturn, places to go to, things to explore, adventures to experience and – most of all – people to meet. Although I have experienced both highs and (more) lows, I embrace them, learn from them, and take them as my training in preparation for what the future has in store for me.

This year, I am entering a new milestone in my life. As I brave the new decade of my life, I am borrowing Jessica Zafra’s driving force: BE ALL YOU CAN BE, REINVENT YOURSELF, DO WHATEVER IT TAKES, FORGET ABOUT THE PAST AND LOOK TO THE FUTURE. Amen, sister.

New Year

It’s been a while since I last wrote, and now it’s 2004! So many things have happened, as usual. Last week of December, or December itself, has been very hectic. The usual radio staff production meetings and out of town interviews, the annual program assessment and planning and the highlight so far, the trip to Malaysia!!

kl twin towers
A visit to the KL Twin Towers and KLCC Mall highlighted my trip to Malaysia.

Can you believe it? Well, I have to.
If I look back at my past 29 years, those were full of uphill battle for finding my place in this corner of the world. Despite this, I feel truly blessed for God has given me a second lease in my professional life. Mlup Baitong has hired me as a full time Coordinator for the Environment and Radio Advocacy Program (ERAP). Isn’t this a reason to be thankful for?

This is Krom Muthieta enjoying the cruise along Koh Kong's mangrove forest.
This is Krom Muthieta enjoying the cruise along Koh Kong’s mangrove forest.

Note: For some weird reason, my earlier entries before this mysteriously disappeared.