“I used to walk past this restaurant that was just disgusting. They had blackened rice cookers outside and dirty floors. No farang would ever go in there. But a friend took me and it was just fabulous. Everyone was there from the hi-so grandmother (Thai-English for “high society”), to a...
I love meeting artists. I love seeing the world through a different set of eyes. Eyes that see in a palette of colors. The sky isn’t just blue. It’s cerulean. The bark of a tree isn’t brown. It’s burnt sienna with a touch of yellow ochre where the sunlight finds...
I’ve never been a big fan of ballet. Surprising, I know, considering I’m such a huge snob supporter of the arts. But when I got a chance to sit in on the final rehearsal of Cinderella at the Saigon Opera House, I didn’t refuse (mostly because I...
Not long ago, I wrote a post about how I felt caught between two worlds – the Western world I was brought up in, and the Eastern one I was born to and now call home. If that weren’t enough, I’m a product of bilocation in my...
Failure is not an option for me. I hate to fail. At anything. Anytime. I blame it on my massively type A personality. Or my ENTJ Myers-Briggs type, affectionately known as “The Field Marshal”, the Bringer of Order to chaos, the need to control everything and everyone....
Confession: I’m a bit of an art snob. I once planned an entire trip to Holland around the Van Gogh Museum. And I’ve dabbled in paints and pastels. I once took an evening art class at a local community college just for the joy of having two...
I remember as a kid, going through a crafts phase. First it was popsicle sticks and glue. Me: Mom! Look what I made! Mom: Another popsicle stick basket? Really? OK. Maybe she didn’t actually say that, but I’m sure that’s what she was thinking. Surprisingly, there are...