Down the Rabbit Hole

I've always been fascinated with space exploration ; it began when I was introduced to the possibility of going to an outer space colony and using bubble gum as a plug for holes made by tiny rocks floating in space, colliding with the space ship. That fascination was even more strengthened when I started learning about the NASA test pilots who pushed the limits by going to the Moon and back... with the most dramatic of them all, Apollo 13 , being my favorite story. And so I was very curious about Interstellar, a film starring Anne Hathaway, Matthew McConaughey, and Michael Caine (among others) and directed by Chris Nolan . Of course, one motivations to see this film is Chris Nolan... I'm a fan of his works ( his Batman trilogy , Inception , The Prestige...). It began with a very bleak worldview, very similar with Transcendence , as I understand it: the world is going back to its less high-tech roots. In the case of Transcendence, it's about going off the Interne

Talk about embarrassing! I was watching an episode of Extras , entitled "Samuel L. Jackson" one evening. That episode dealt with Andy's (Ricky Gervais) stint as an extra in a film being shot with Samuel L. Jackson. It also featured how Maggie (Ashley Jensen) mishandled communications with a mixed-race actor about race, leading to bad and comical consequences. The way she put herself in that situation was certainly embarrassing but what made me shake my head in disbelief was what came next: She talked with Jackson the following day, mistaking him for Laurence Fishburne (who definitely  is NOT Samuel L. Jackson!).  Disbelief, yes, because mistaking actors for other actors was one thing I did too! If not recognising Craig David when I was right beside him in Glorietta 5 or not recognising Manny Pacquiao when I saw him surrounded by his bodyguards in Ortigas weren't embarrassing enough... A few years ago, I was at Al Gore 's Inconvenient Truth lecture at

I had the opportunity to visit the Caliraya Resort Club one more time this year. Previously, it was with Ate Madie and Trisha and we went there out of curiosity one summer afternoon. Other times I've been on the lake, I've been learning how to wakeboard . Therefore, this last visit (my second day in Caliraya for this visit, actually) was my first time to roam around the resort and take photos early... as in right after sunrise, when very few people were up and about. Perfect time to take photos of flowers, dew, bugs, and maybe the view.  Caliraya Photo Album

My right foot got injured exactly a month before my only road race of 2014. Being the stubborn girl that I am, and despite my friends saying that I'm not supposed to run yet, I still hoped I'd be ready and healed by November 16th. Race Day. Maybe, they just didn't understand that I needed the motivation to get my foot ready or something. In any case, I knew that if my foot wasn't ready, I wouldn't do it. Healing takes time; it's not something that responds to a deadline set without considering health factors... So, instead of lugging a heavy heart, I heaved a sigh of relief when the organizers of the road race announced, via email, that the race has been moved to March 2015. That was one race I would have surely passed on if it pushed through. And now, there's a possibility that I can run in it!  Before I got injured, most of my November weekends were filled with sports activities: wakeboarding on the first weekend; running on the second wee

Nelzo's moving to Cambridge! So on one of his last days in the Philippines before he left, he had to attend (yet again) to a send-off party for him. This one's at Dalcielo's with Rizza, Kuya Rhulyx, Ate Mers, and Jo. He has a pretty hectic schedule so we totally understood when he had to leave us after he ate. That didn't mean we left, though... We continued the send-off party after he left!  Have a safe trip and I hope you enjoy your stint in England! There are no good byes among friends; see you soon!! (But not too soon... Get settled in England first.)                                      (Nelzo distributing the butter pecan-flavored ice cream) (Before the ice cream)

He calls my 2014 birthday "over-celebrated" because I had a week's worth of birthday parties  coinciding with the FIFA World Cup in Brazil . His birthday this year, I am calling the "over-reminded" birthday because my mobile phone and laptop decided that I had to have not one, but many, alerts!  I'm sure I've been pressing the Close and not the Snooze button so I was really getting puzzled as the day wore on. Alert #1: Day before his birthday (did I get the age wrong???) Alert #2: Closer to midnight, as I was reading social media coverage of an event I was involved in earlier in the day. Alert #3: Seriously?!? But I've greeted him twice already! The story of my November 11 this year could be summed up by a Monty Python-inspired birthday card: My computer and phone were so excited about his birthday... more excited, even, than for my own 33rd birthday last July!! He was so excited and happy about his birthday, that I c

Many years ago, I was seated at the Havener Auditorium listening to scientists talk about the future of international agricultural research . Given the date of that discussion, it's a question about who's going to continue tilling the land six years from now and beyond. I have to admit that I surprise myself a lot of times. Barely a year after sitting in that discussion, I found myself talking about being a scientist in my very first career day  (either as a speaker or as part of the audience) event for high school students, as part of efforts to encourage students to pursue agriculture as a career choice. Somehow, I've made it a point to grab opportunities that can help encourage kids to give science careers a second look... after all, I'm living my first-grade self's dream career , that of becoming a scientist. The most recent career day event I got the privilege to be part of was aimed at encouraging students to take up agricultural biotechnology. It was

Fish. Otep and I were looking for live, swimming, colourful fish.  When we disembarked the BTS SkyTrain at Udom Suk, we followed how we understood the instructions and ended up in a wet market that sold freshly caught (and ready-to-cook) fish. Not willing to give up, we ventured further into Udom Suk. During the hunt for the goldfish , we became very hungry and so every food item we saw looked delicious... but nothing tempted us to actually stop except these glorious brightly coloured gelato in tubs. We just had to take a break, reward ourselves for finding the fish, and try them out! These mouth-watering treats were being sold in the aptly named Gelato Vintage . As usual, the first person I had in mind as Otep and I entered this shop was Man because he's always been the food trip buddy with a good eye for food photography. Knowing Man , however, I knew that he was somewhere else in Bangkok, taking his sweet time to take photos of his meals.  As Otep and I were

Second evening in Bangkok. The day was exciting. It's my first time to go behind the scenes of a major event in the field of rice sciences: I helped prepare the IRRI exhibit ; I went shopping for goldfish with Otep; and I toured the Bangkok International Trade and Exhibition Centre (BITEC). Oh, and I grabbed one of the very few opportunities I had to see what I can of the city when Otep and I got lost in Udom Suk and when I went shopping for supplies for the exhibit.  The next time I turned around to look through the glass wall of BITEC, all I saw was darkness. Evening had fallen and it was time for dinner! I joined the Comms Team at the Royal Dragon Restaurant, a few minutes' walk from BITEC. Nothing prepared me for the size of the restaurant. Let's just say that it is only the BIGGEST restaurant in the world! Even the signage by the road is huge! I thought we were eating atop a tall building because of the sign. This is the biggest restaurant in the world a

My baby brother has joined us in the 30s. Not quite a baby anymore, surely, but still the youngest in the brood of three. Welcome to the club! Since Anna and I couldn't be there with you on you special day, I made a photo slideshow for you. :)

Since my main assignment in this year's International Rice Congress was in the IRRI exhibit , I got to attend only a few sessions in the latest IRC, held in Bangkok. My notes took the form of tweets, resulting from my live-tweeting assignment for the week. Now that I've got some spare time post-conference, I round them up and try to make sense of them. Here goes... Glutinous rice is a fabric of life in Asia. —PSattaka When I was a grad student, my research work focused on understanding starch properties of glutinous rice, or what Filipinos call malagkit . This type of rice has a rather small market (~2%, according to the presentation) since it is mostly used as a base for desserts and food for special occasions in the bigger parts of the world. Indeed, it is a food that binds Asians together culturally. But in a relatively small part of the world, mainly in Lao PDR, northern Thailand, and pockets of Indochina, glutinous rice is a staple. Yes, the consumers there eat glut

Thailand is known for its cuisine. I was raring to eat real Thai food in Thailand as I've only tasted versions of it in San Francisco , Sydney, Los Baños , and Manila. One of my favourite dishes in cooking class, Thai beef salad , features the right balance of different tastes; and it is exactly this balance that I was looking forward to experience when I landed in Bangkok. Since it's my first time in the bustling city, I figured that it would be a good idea to eat my first meal with Matty, who had been in Bangkok before. Meeting him was quite a challenge because I discovered that the hotel I was staying at, the Heritage Hotel , was not as easily accessible to train transportation. I had to take a cab to go anywhere in the city, which was the reason behind a crash course in how to speak English with a Thai accent (thanks to the hotel's concierge). Once we've met, Matty and I started looking for a place to eat. Out of habit, I took photos of sights along Sukhumv

After spending half the day in transit , I arrived at my home for the next week: the Heritage Hotel Srinakarin. It's not easily accessible, unlike the other hotels fellow participants in this year's  International Rice Congress are billeted in. However, the location held a lot of promise. I was relatively close to a huge shopping mall and to street food that have made Bangkok a go-to place for foodies. As the cab drove past the neighbourhoods, I became excited... the community surrounding the hotel is definitely worth exploring. But that's a different story. The hotel wowed me as I entered my room. Look at that! It's so homey! The picture behind my bed was just beautiful. Aside from the giant bed, I also got my very own balcony... the view wasn't impressive, because my room was way too low to see the skyline, but it gave a bird's eye view of the residential neighbourhood. The lighting was so relaxing I almost didn't want to leave on my first night ther