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Tuesday, November 29, 2005

And the Thais embraced Kikayhood...

As soon as my royal feet touched Thailand soil, I promised myself that I will learn at least 30 Thai sentences before I leave. I have been here for two weeks and all I know so far are “Sa-wat-dee” (hello/goodbye) and "Korp khun" (thank you). My tongue both dislikes pronouncing Thai words and tasting Thai food!

On the otherhand, the project team we work with and the staff that went to training when I was the “teacher” now greet me every morning with “Good morning, maganda Wheng”. They also call my colleague ‘Pangit Richard’. And how would you react when you hear them say “Hay lola!” as they heave a sigh, summon you to lunch with “Kamuning! Kamuning!” (sward speak of ‘come on’) and ask “What’s the matter, peanut butter?”

This morning, Richard is learning how to say chuvanes…

Give me two more weeks and I bet they will soon learn words like chaka, cry-ola, datung, daot and andalucia!

Like a virus, I am spreading myself fast here…

Friday, November 25, 2005

I am trapped inside a prison cell without walls...

I am starting to describe this hotel-resort a beautiful prison…

It can be fun and wonderful to stay here for a few days, maybe a week at the most. But more than that… I feel constricted. As if everyday, a part of my body is being taken away from me. Like a candle with a small wick, I seem to melt slowly yet with utmost certainty.

Despite the feeling, I try to make the most of everything by making a lot of interaction with the locals, particularly the hotel staff. First, they look very similar to Filipinos –making my homesickness a bit less. Secondly, they are wonderful people – hospitable, polite, and intelligent. They may not speak fluent English, but you can feel the sincerity in what they want to convey. What they lack in communication, they make up with admirable attitude.

We had dinner at Wildfire Restaurant fronting the hotel entrance along the beach. I had not only the best meal in the last 9 days, but also the funniest conversation with the staff. I learned that almost everyone in the hotel thought at first that I was Thai. This made me smile. A smile that not only stretched my facial muscles but also swelled my heart a bit. Yes, why not? I can be Thai, maybe I would love to be Thai.

Unlike in Manila, where most of the staff give extra attention only to “obvious foreigners”, these people welcomed me in the hotel like a queen….the same way they welcomed Tom, Dick and Harry.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

This paradise looks like a barren field...

Now I know how it is to be in a place many would dub as paradise without anyone dear to hold. There is nothing worst than feeling empty while everyone scrambles for enriching stories they can share sevenfold over.

As glorious sunsets draw shadows on my face, I yearn for you to plant little kisses on my forehead. Indeed there is no place more beautiful and placid than the one where the most important person in your life can sit with you so quietly you can hear leaves hitting the fertile soil as they fall.

I would rather be in a middle of a chaotic wet market than stay amidst this haven without you…
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