Saturday, December 18, 2010

Hua Hin - BKK 2010, Day 5

The Royal waiting area as seen in daytime.

The Baan Manthana Hotel (exterior)

And now we're in Bangkok. The Centara at Central World, to be precise. Got ourselves upgraded to this plush Executive room. If we had more TV channels and free wi-fi, we'd never leave this room. Ever.

Maybe except for a visit to MBK...

...for duck noodle soup with jellied blood cubes.

And a root beer float. Happy food.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Hua Hin 2010, Day 4

We know enough about Chat Chai Market to actually sample the wares and do some serious shopping.

We're back at Market Village...

...doing more damage to cheesy Italian food at The Pizza Company.

On to the CICADA Market (open Fri-Sun) to shop with the young, arty, trendy, hipster crowd.

June gets the honour of being the first customer of the day at this stall.

Some local talent. Maybe someday they'll be famous.

A parting shot. Getting here was a LONG walk from Market Village as we discovered.

No way we were going to walk back. A songthaew drove us back to civilization where we refreshed ourselves with coffee at Doi Tung. Click the link for more info about this Royally-sponsored social enterprise project.

A very simple dinner back at the Hua Hin Seafood Restaurant. And one very rare shot of the two of us together!

Last stop... Hua Hin Railway Station. This is the fancy Royal waiting area.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Hua Hin 2010, Day 3

Finally! The beach! Unfortunately, June is attempting to recover from something she ate that I didn't, so I'm left to my own devices this morning.

Thankfully, she's feeling a little better in the afternoon.

Better enough to split a quatro stagioni, that is! Too much Thai food, what can I say?

Da Mario Pizzaria for wood oven pizza by the sea.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Hua Hin 2010, Day 2

Armed with a list of local produce to buy, we recce Chat Chai market in the morning.

This vendor strictly enforces a no-fly zone around her merchandise.

Just what we're looking for: preserved seafood.

The Baan Manantha Hotel serves the same complementary brekkie every day. I'm not complaining, though -- there's bacon!

To get to Hua Hin Hills Vineyard, we take the daily shuttle from Market Village, Hua Hin's largest and most up-to-date shopping mall. It's about a 2km hike from our hotel.

Local wine under the Monsoon Valley label comes from here, Hua Hin Hills Vineyard.

Only baby grapes are on the vines. Harvest is long over.

It's really too hot to frolic among the vines, so we cool off at The Sala...

...sipping [home-made] grape soda.

Seafood pasta for lunch.

Sunset at the fishing pier.

Dinner including a lovely filler-free oyster omelet at the (hey) Meekaruna! Asked for a lemon juice, got a lemon sorbet instead. Delicious!

Dropped in on the Grand Night Market next to the Grand Hotel & Plaza.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Hua Hin 2010, Day 1

December vacation takes us to Hua Hin, small seaside town in Thailand

We had a transport assist from the airport thanks to Josh and Jan's contact who drives a taxi. The drive was about three hours. Now that we're more familiar with the place, we'll just take a mini bus from Monument BTS station direct to Hua Hin. Cheaper, though less comfortable.

Dinner at Hua Hin Seafood Restaurant, which we randomly selected while browsing through the night market.

Highlight of the evening was this beautiful lemon-steamed sea bass.

Of course, the thing to do at night is to pick through the colourful stalls in the night market.

And find dessert! Sweet potato balls (above) and Swensen's (below).

Monday, December 13, 2010

Dammit, Jim, I'm a teacher, not a dentist!

Useful link for future reference (see below). Too busy now to comment on it. Places to go, y'know?

“Teaching to the test makes your students do worse on the tests.... It turns out all that ‘drill and kill’ isn’t helpful.” ("What Works in the Classroom? Ask the Students", NYT, December 10, 2010)

Sunday, December 12, 2010

The techno-suit: do more, be more

Science-fiction is coming true, though perhaps in a more benign form than envisioned in the movies. Cyberdine in our world isn't building Terminator robots but robotic suits that help enable the disabled. Ironically, the device is called HAL, also the name of the computer-gone-mental in Kubrick's '2001'.

Compare 'real' HAL with Lockheed Martin's HULC, not Marvel Comics' not-so-jolly green giant but another assistive robotic suit designed to help the US grunt be more than he can be. As far as aesthetics goes, the Japanese trump the Americans again, though the bright colours aren't very tactical on the battlefield.

Kids (and teachers) who think science-fiction is nothing but pure fantasy, are you having second thoughts now?

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Makin' bacon (or eggs and green ham)

Happy Angry Bird Day Angry Birds!!! 'nuff said about my latest time-wasting indulgence. I have other important things to do too. Like expunging more ovivorous sus domestica with enraged avians.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Amazing Race: Narnia

I read the book and watched the movie, but I still don't quite get the point (if any) CS Lewis was trying to make in 'Dawn Treader'. Narnia:VDT reduced the vastness of the Narnian conflict of the previous two movies down to an Amazing Race-style scavenger hunt on board a Pirates of the Caribbean wooden vessel. While the change of scale made for more focused storytelling, the plot felt like a series of episodic challenges in a checkpoint-to-checkpoint run with a souvenir to collect at every stop.

Now, scavenger hunts are fun, especially when the seekers don't always act in unison; argue and bicker a lot; and vent their frustration over their or their teammate's incompetence. That's why we like watching the Amazing Race so much. But I've come to expect that the conflicts in Narnia are bigger than that.

Narnian conflicts are clashes of wills between implacable foes that scheme and strategize against one another. Both sides are usually fleshed out, their natures explored and agenda laid bare. But VDT is more one-sided, POV firmly fixed on the Treader crew while the audience isn't sure if the antagonist has an agenda or is even intelligent in any way. There are no hints as to its plans or ambitions other than randomly capturing hapless Narnians and keeping them together aboard longboats awaiting... what? Rescue?

Perhaps this installment was just meant to introduce a new player in Aslan's Grand Design: Eustace, the skeptic. A disbeliever, a complainer, has a scientific turn of mind but totally unimaginative because of it, Eustace starts out quite useless to anyone. It isn't until he learns how fallible he is, and how dearly his mistakes have cost him that he grows to eventually become the salvation of the Treader's crew when times are darkest.

Oh, wait. Maybe that is Lewis' point right there. Conflicts are not always large-scale; often they are personal and internal. Threats are not always definable, yet they are no less dangerous if left unchecked. The key advice for the crew is not to give in to temptation -- mostly the temptation to strangle Eustace. As for Eustace, Aslan can find redemption for even him and turn him from impediment to a key partner in the Treader's success.

Despite not being too impressed with the overall storyline, the going home sequence has never failed to get to me. At this point Aslan finally shows up and commends our heroes for a job well done, then rewards them by returning them to their drab, mundane, everyday existences, occasionally telling them they can't come back. Regardless, they're a little stronger, wiser and more able to deal with life's curveballs for their experience. If handled well, crisis will do that to you every time.

Thursday, December 09, 2010

The crack in the Hoover Dam

Although media freedom is a value I would like to see pursued, I can't support Wikileaks approach towards it. I see Wikileaks as having killed the golden goose even before it had a chance to lay an egg.

For me, the main problem is that Wikileaks has been selective about what kind of information and, more importantly, whose information to release. Of all the secrets in the world, it's been targeting one particular country's to expose, the USA. Because Wikileaks hasn't also published the secrets of the more security conscious nations, like China or Russia at the same scale at the same time, the USA has become severely disadvantaged strategically, diplomatically, and not to mention the loss of face in the global community.

Now because of 'disclosures... that Nato had secretly prepared a plan in case Russia invaded its Baltic neighbours.... Russia's foreign minister Sergei Lavrov said Nato had to explain why it privately considered Russia an enemy while publicly describing it warmly as a "strategic partner" and ally.' Russia clearly has the moral high ground here, but only because Wikileaks hasn't seen fit to publish or has been unable to obtain similar plans from the Russian side of the border. It would be naive to assume that Russia doesn't have one of its own.

If it's freedom of information Wikileaks wants, it should have the resourcefulness and courage to publish such information from the more closed up nations too, like North Korea and Iran, that are much bigger mysteries to us in terms of their global agenda. At least, be fair and lay bare everybody's secrets all at once and not just pick on the one nation that also happens to be actively campaigning FOR information freedom. Or rather, was.

What's happened is that Wikileaks has exposed one player's poker hand while the game is still going on. Sure, the player may have a hidden ace or three up his sleeve, but so have all the other players. It's the whole corrupt game we want to end, and not just punish the least discreet player for not keeping his cards closer to his chest. It's no wonder, then, that the Obama Administration which once promised an increase in information freedom suddenly now has to fix the huge crack in the Hoover Dam that Wikileaks caused -- which they now use as evidence that the President is going back on his word, thus justifying their actions.

And now the thugs who are taking 'vengeance' on organizations that are distancing themselves from the horn-tooter whistle-blower website are just being ironic. They call their own organization 'Anonymous' and use cute codenames although they're all for transparency and no secrets. I guess it's ok for them to have access to other's secrets as long as they don't have to share their's.

Openness and transparency are earned through the building up of trust. They cannot be achieved by eavesdropping, coercion and blackmail, which instead tends to have the opposite effect. If anything is to be learned from this event, it's that information is going to be locked up tighter. There'll be more paranoia, more security and more filters to put an end to further 'leaks'. Instead of a world with more freedom, we're going to be a lot more careful about what we say and whom we say it to, while looking over our shoulders to make sure no one else is listening in. Thanks a lot, Mr Assange.

Wednesday, December 08, 2010

A coffee, an e-book and thou

Sitting at a neighbourhood Starbucks takin' it easy with my Tab as an e-book reader. It feels a bit self-referential reading Bryson's "A Short History of Nearly Everything". It's all about me, and you, but from a vast historical, scientific (in all its myriad branches), geological and cosmological perspective.

I'm like taking forever to get to the end, but it's a story that spans all of the beginning of time and the 4.5 plus billion years for life on Earth to get here, so I should be entitled to ooze my way through the chapters.

But this entry isn't a book review. Just an observation that having an e-book reader means having almost the entire library of materials published or otherwise shared by humanity compactly placed in my pocket. It's an idea I haven't stopped gushing over yet.

True, there are limits like access, though cheap, still costs money; and maximum memory storage is only(!) 32gb, but still that can contain a LOT of books already. But toting around a Tab for an e-reader also gives me access to other distractions, like what I'm doing now, as and when I want to vary my media indulgences.

Oh, and the other reason why I've gone with the Tab, NBS, is because it's a size that is pocket-portable enough and yet with screen real estate large enough for my ageing eyes to view text without having to keep scrolling all the time.

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

Blessings from an old friend

Here's a name I haven't heard from in a long time. Our last contact was way back in '92. Through the miracle of social networking, -- she found a nearly defunct email addy of mine -- Chik and I have touched base once again.

In the span of years between us, I have been piddling around with electronic self-publication while she has gone commercial. See? An autographed copy of her first paperback anthology of Christmas themed stories (available from Amazon.com) which she mailed over as a season's greeting.

Her stories are totally family-friendly, each presenting a strong moral point focusing on the Christian perspective of the purpose and meaning of Christmas.

A few are contemporary adaptations of biblical tales and other familiar narratives. Because they have realistic settings, easily identifiable characters, and very down-to-earth plotlines, they all have the potential to be re-adapted as short before-sermon dramas.

Anyway, it's a very novel greeting card from a very novel person. Thanks, Chik! Congratulations on being a published auteur, and all the best to you and yours this Christmas season!

Monday, December 06, 2010

Nex, please!

Trying out mobile blogging on my Tab. I'm now at Nex, the new mall that's just opened in the Serangoon heartland.

If ever we needed a place to hang out after work, this mall is a dream come true, and more! Don't be fooled by the entrance area. This mall starts out in narrow corridors but gets bigger as we go further in. It's designed almost like an inverted pyramid. The higher you go, the more shopping outlets become available.

Say goodbye to our cherished Cherish award! There're so many food options, from burgers to Japanese to, well, name any chain of popular food and it'll likely be represented here in one form or another. Cheap, expensive, multicultural, it's all here.

Lunch for me was a quarter pound Wendy's. The burger tasted as I remember, except in a proportion more suited to an American conception of Asian appetites. They don't understand us too well, do they? But what impressed was the speed at which the counter staff got to me depspite a long queue, and how attentive a table cleaner, Lisa, was. She noticed that I had not been issued any sugar or creamer for my tea. I said to "gimme some sugar, baby," and she readily obliged.

I can see this mall is going to be a great hangout for us staff and kids alike. Now, if only we could find the time when the new year begins.

Saturday, December 04, 2010

Random pix post

Stealth cat assumes if she can't see you, you can't see her

One of the rudest snacks in the supermarket. Call the censorship board!

Friday, December 03, 2010

Clogged pipes

Odd that after six months, my respiratory condition seems to be returning. Not as seriously as it was earlier this year, but still noticeable. Regardless, I met Sully for another workout this morning though I didn't say anything to him about it. I was breathing hard only after a couple of stations and I was considering calling it quits already. Then it felt like I hit a figurative wall... and I could breathe again! Finished my session with no further difficulty.

Hard to say what's going on internally. One possibility is that there is an unknown allergen that makes contact with me twice a year. Another is that my lifestyle is too sedentary and that unless I'm actually exerting myself physically, my body has decided to cut down my air intake in case I pass out from inhaling too much oxygen.

I hope it's the second option. At least I can do something about that.

Thursday, December 02, 2010

Hearts and other meat afire

Officially on vacation, being that duties ended this morning. It was partially to celebrate end-of-year freedom and also to commemorate another birthday that Wayne opened his house and his gas BBQ to us.

No clear summer skies for us, this was a burn-your-own-food occasion held under tropical monsoon conditions. But the weather couldn't dampen our spirits tonight. Unlike charcoal, propane cooks meat fast, keeping the flow of carnage constant. Major plus point there.

No more with our thoughts on work, conversation was mindless and easy. In general, there was the very fluid cluster around the BBQ as we took turns to burn something through the night; the mature cluster that engaged in polite, nostalgic conversation while they waited for compatible "spirits" to arrive; the TV cluster hooked on the evening serial; the butterflies that fluttered just about everywhere (as usual); and then there was the Dog who himself commanded lots of adoring attention. Turns out that lots of us are dog people so there was no shortage of hands to keep him happy all night.

Be that as it may, the Dog was also the victim of a love unrequited. His amorous advances were politely but firmly rebuffed by his one object of affection. Nothing personal, but the differences between them were irreconcilable: he was canis domesticus, she was homo sapiens. He was an old dog in winter, she a spring chicken. It would never have worked out.

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

Exam twit

On the eve of my last invigilation day, I'm thinking about that little twit that tweeted a photo of his exam paper before the exam officially started. (Yes, old news. Click the link for details if you must).

I'm not thinking of him, per se, but rather about the invigilators of that venue for that paper and the trouble they must have gotten into for not spotting his mischief and putting a stop to it before it became a national embarrassment. They have my sympathies, actually, because as an invigilator myself I know that especially in a large venue, it's nearly impossible to monitor every single candidate every second of the exam. And, honestly speaking, do we really want it to come to that?

The boy may not realize how big a deal his indiscretion was, though he's apologized for it. He claims his intention to continue his studies overseas as his mitigation, so I doubt the sincerity of his apology. Anyway, his one thoughtless act has put us on a very slippery slope.

It's true that what he did does not constitute cheating, but he possessed and activated the means to do so. The exam is based on the trust in the personal integrity of each candidate, but with this act of 'boredom' he has single-handedly cast doubt on the whole honour system. If one stupid boy could do it, it exposes a flaw in the monitoring system that can be exploited for future exams. But to see the flaw as a weakness is also incorrect because it is expected that every student is an honourable candidate. However, after this incident this assumption can not no longer be taken as automatically true.

In a more reactionary society, exam security systems will be reviewed and revamped to assume that every student is and harbours intentions to be dishonest. New measures for next year's exams could include anything from putting more invigilators on duty, to installing on site electronic monitoring systems and signal jammers (can you say, "increased school fees"?), to subjecting every candidate to pass a 'naked scanner' or pat-down before the paper commences.

Let's hope cooler heads prevail. Schools can't function if we start treating our kids like criminals. But for that boy, I'll leave this entry as yet another online indictment against him for putting our industry in jeopardy because he could think only of himself and his personal entertainment, but no further.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Breakfast with Q-tip

We promised Q-tip an outing, so here we are at Casa Verde (formerly known as Cafe Les Amis) at the Botanic Gardens. The name change is commensurate with the new focus on Italian cuisine, but I'm happy to report that the standard Western Set breakfast is still the way we remember. So hard to find real bacon these days, but this is one place that still serves it up in its delicious non-kosher, vegan-unfriendly, health-devastating glory.

Notice how the two rashers of bacon have surreptitiously migrated over to my plate? I admit, I'm the unabashed baconaholic of the family. Apart from my illicit gains, this dish is an Italian breakfast called Calzione del Mamma. Underneath all the green stuff is a thick omelette studded with bits of Italian sausage. No wonder Itie boys so love to live with their mothers. 

Spoke too soon. Meet the other baconaholic, sausageoholic and random-table-scraps-aholic of the family. Wonder if the fitness centre has a pet weight-loss programme we can sign her up for?