"Alone"

       
“If this night is not forever, at least we are together”... Ever heard of this line in your radio?  I am dancing to the beat of it actually.
 It’s Alan Walker’s song entitled “Alone”.


Right now, I am sitting in my kitchen drinking a glass of water (which all I have in the fridge) while listening to this song. It’s past 10pm.

Outside, I can see glitters of the neon lights in the streets. My place is on the 9th floor and the kitchen’s wall is glass, so everything are quite visible outside.

I hardly see stars in the city but from where I am sitting now, I can also see sparkle of them as they loiter around the dark skies.

The music, the dark skies and the stars somehow brought smile to my face.

Simple things but just playing with it in my thoughts made me happy.

 Life is not that complicated at all.  You can find happiness in anything, just don’t break the spell on your thoughts.

Call me crazy but I am loving life, though I am alone.  My happiness belongs to me. Maybe this is what they called fabulously single?

The truth is, I don’t have idea at all. What I know of now is that, I am in cloud 9, as happy and free as the bird flying on the sky.  Just don’t get your hunting gun and shot me dead.


Well here’s the thing, I am so scared of flying. In fact, every time I get on the car to the airport I feel like throwing up.  But when I look at the sky from the plane’s window, the fear becomes tolerable.  You can’t blame me, the clouds looks so beautiful.

Even now when it’s dark, just sitting here in my kitchen with the laptop on hand, the sky still looks beautiful surrounded with glittering stars.

I know life can be complicated but we run the show, don’t we? Our happiness belongs to us, doesn’t depend to other people.


If some people doesn’t like me, who cares?  There’s music to listen, there’s mall to go around, there’s movie theater to go to, there’s a plane to get on, there are colleagues to hang around and there’s my family who will always be there for me.

I am thousand miles away from home but my niece won’t give up inviting me for a badminton game. This is on top of my sister, who at certain time, kept asking me if I get emails from different types of men because she signed me up for a dating site.

They are so sweet that having them on my thoughts don’t make me feel alone at all.

There’s also my memories of the beautiful sky. Trust me, I don’t find it easy to be on the plane but I am still flying around.

 I don’t like international airport because I know I am taking longer flights than domestic but I just booked a ticket to Bali on May 9th. Worse, it’s not a direct flight.  Oh well, I still have the beautiful clouds with me. The unpredictable clouds that melt my senses, so I know I will be fine.  I will just listen to music and I know I am not alone in the clouds at all.

Exactly what the lyrics of Alan Walker’s song “Alone” says.

“If this night is not forever, at least we are together, I know I am not alone, I know I’m not alone. Anywhere whenever apart but still together, I know I am not alone. I know I am not alone!”

PRIORITY 101

Wow, it's been awhile since the last time I logged in here.  Welcome back Ms. Salome aka MicMic!   

Now, let me ask you a question. Do you ever understand the person sleeping next to you?  It’s a question that always boggles me.   

One day I woke up and realized, “OMG, I don’t have anyone except career!” That was the day I remembered what my boss told me, “I am throwing you in the water and let you swim by yourself. It’s up to you to survive.”

If I can’t make personal life better, I might as well take care of the opportunity that my boss led me.  I wouldn’t be a hotel general manager if he didn’t open the door for me.  But here’s the twist, people think a general manager does nothing but “just give orders”.

 Well, let me share to you my experience.  As a general manager, I must relate well to people not only to guests but to employees as well. The HR function is as important as sales and marketing.  It’s the life blood of operations. I am handling different types of people, so it’s quite a challenge to be level-headed sometimes.

My bachelor’s degree in Commerce helps me to have a solid financial background enough to balance the cost against operations. Also, my management experience in sales and marketing and food and beverage give me insights on how I can analyze operations through numbers and constant visibility on the floor.   These skills are very important for locally owned properties.

If you dream of becoming a Hotel General Manager then forget about your eight hours work mentality.  I tried developing one Filipino manager once and when my boss reassigned me, I was surprised to learn he insisted working from 6AM-2PM and won’t even volunteer staying few minutes unless a senior manager would ask him to stay a little bit.  I hope his experience with us taught him to be committed to his job now.

 A general manager for locally owned hotel is on call 24 hours a day. This is on top of the daily tasks studying daily management report, occupancy reports, operations meeting, executive meetings, going over room assignments, staff assignments, food and beverage plans and programs, chasing guest complaints, and getting a call wee hour in the morning with graveyard shift staff asking help to solve guest complaints that sometimes turned out to be simple issues of language barrier.

If I have to name it all, 24 hours are not even enough.   Plain and simple, this is a job that requires total commitment and dedication.  I love my work, my owners and my boss definitely, that I am not comfortable sleeping outside of the hotel anymore. I get so jealous of employees not showing their loyalty to the property and it’s becoming a habit for me to install 4G on my phone even I’m on holiday. 

If you ask me what’s my typical day like, have a glimpse of this:

6:30AM – visit the kitchen and check if dining areas are ready for breakfast

7AM – walk around the properties 

9AM – browse emails, study daily management reports and occupancy reports

10AM- operations briefing

11AM to 3PM- Administrative tasks

4PM to 9PM – Visibility on the floor

Those schedules are not static though.  On top of this, a hotel general manager must think of promoting the property outside. 

But what is really the most crucial task of a General Manager?  I may mention a lot of things that molds a GM’s personal life but really there’s only one thing all GMs care about, it’s the GOP.  I may have very nice owners and COO who offered me an opportunity to grow with them but at the end of the day, the expectation is high GOP turnover. It’s business after all.         

On a personal side, you may think I have this title and yet posting irresponsible crazy stuff in FACEBOOK.  Facebook is one form of Social Media that is built to trigger people’s interests through social interaction, isn’t it? It’s like gossip that interests people’s attention.  

Don’t you enjoy it when you are getting the attention you don’t normally get? You may describe it as attention seeker but well, what can I do? It makes me laugh amidst of my heavy responsibilities at work. It’s actually a nice break from all those seriousness in life.  

Well dear! Forget about me being serious in Facebook, okay? Nothing can boggle my mind now except messages from my owners and my boss! Let’s put it this way, if you are in front of me and you hear a sound of Viber message on my phone, my apologies but please forget I ever thought you exist. They're my priority.      

COMFORT ZONE

Some of the high rise buildings in district 7 

On August 1^st, 2015, I woke up with a realization that I finally am leaving Ho Chi Minh City.  “This is it, I need to pack and get myself sorted before I’ll change my mind,” these were the thoughts that came into my mind.

After five years, Ho Chi Minh has already become my comfort zone.  I can walk everywhere without getting lost, guide a taxi without a hassle on language barrier, where to go for my facial routine, which spa to go for specific requirements from stone massage, body massage and foot massage, where to go for badminton on specific days, where to go for zumba classes with specific teachers, where to eat depending on what I desire, where to chill out when I’m bored at night, where to watch movie for CGV outlets (I have CGV membership card if you ask me why CGV), where to go for manicure and pedicure, and good outlet for eyelash extension too.  And the most important things of all, if I feel like I wanted a very Vietnamese environment my staff at Oriental Saigon were there to drag me along to squat down the alley of District 4 for Vietnamese street food.

 It may sound silly to you but all those I mentioned above were part of my stress relieving activities after a hard day at work.  Not to mention my unrealistic decision to live extravagantly in Phu My Hung when I’m supposed to save money.

Call me silly and unrealistic for living in District 7 while working in District 1, I just want to have that feeling of being in my “comfort zone”. 

I was packing but I had butterflies in the pit of my stomach thinking about my decision to give up my expatriate life in Saigon and move to another city.   

Later in the afternoon, I phoned my ever beloved girlfriends and buddies in Ho Chi Minh, Yvonne and Michelle for coffee just to keep me preoccupied. 

Then there it was the realization that boosts my confidence, “Michelle’s tantrum against our order for pizza. It was served quite late and so spicy that Michelle went out for a walk, leaving us behind.”

The scenario reminded me that “life is not always rosy at all”.  There will always be a time that we have to let go of our so called “comfort zone,” whatever it is.  May it be in a form of relationship, things or career there will always be an ending and a beginning.   I have to start again somewhere, look for places to go and things to do when I get stressed at work.  If there’s no badminton court or cool zumba teachers then time to change the pattern.  

Speaking of pattern, before I left Saigon I’ve asked my girlfriends if they have patterns with their relationship wondering why we still stay single at our age.  Never mind knowing their answers otherwise they’ll hate me.  It’s enough to know how “single and fabulous” they are.  

Single and Fabulous

Michelle, who works in the marketing department of Coca Cola, lives in a nice two bedrooms apartment in Saigon Pearl.   Invite her for a movie and she’ll say no, but once you dragged her into

watching movie with us, she’ll be the first one who gets affected, like she’s watching a real scene.

(Left to right: Michelle,Yvonne and me

Invite Michelle for Karaoke she’ll say not her type, but once we dragged her into Karaoke session she’s the one who can sing for real. Yvonne and I ended up back-up singers.  Make a comment about seeing her always in pants and she’ll prove her femininity by buying a skirt.  It’s the cute side of Michelle. Sorry Michelle but I felt the need to let the world know how cute you are.  

Yvonne is the exact opposite of Michelle.  She’s outgoing and a “kikay” like me.  Yvonne works and lives in New World Hotel. She loves to go out and have a glass of wine outside of New World.

Perhaps her desire to chill out was also brought about by the fact that she could feel being held hostage living in her working place.  Taking charge of the revenue producing department of a 500-room hotel is stressful enough, let alone living in the same hotel, sort of office below and bedroom upstairs scenario.  It’s like absorbing the stress 24/7.

   

Yvonne is smart and bubbly but still single.  She’s a “cool girlfriend” material, if you ask me.  Sorry Yvonne but I am selling you for our promised reunion in six months.

    

Ladies, I’ll leave you for now but I’m sure I’ll see you in the other side of the world soon. Take life easy and enjoy the life of being “single and fabulous.”    

CATCHING UP

(From left to right: me, Jessi and Vi) 

“Don’t you miss writing?” Jessi asked me this question making me remember, “oh yeah I have a blog.”

While we were browsing my blog, Jessi just blurted out “when was it updated, two years ago?” I looked at the date and indeed, the last update was in 2013.  

I thought, “Wow time flies too fast and I didn’t even know it.”  I’ve been away from my blog for quite long, so I guess it’s about time I’ll post something. 

But looking for a topic to write is always a challenge unless there are motivating factors which could either be things, people, emotions or events in life.   I looked at the two ladies sitting in front of me in the table and I thought “yeah, why not? They can be my topic!”      

(From right to left: Vi, Jessi, Thu and me of course)

Variety is the spice of life...

 It was lunchtime today (July 16) that I dragged the two angels of Saigon Times Group, Jessi Pham and Mai Thi Tuong Vi to have lunch with me at La Mint, a French restaurant located just few steps away from my work place.  Sitting in the dining table next to Thu, my account manager who was celebrating her birthday, I was teasing Jessi about her passion in posing in front of the camera like a model and her vast collection of nice dresses and shoes.   It was actually a compliment.  I find it cute seeing photos of a tall slim beautiful lady that if you don’t know her, it’s like you’ve seen someone who does nothing but line up dresses for photo shooting either in hotel or restaurant settings.    

 Jessi is a lifestyle writer of Saigon Times Daily and she closes a page already, a task that most Editor-in-Chief will not just assign to any member of the editorial staff unless someone who can be trusted.   An intelligent lady but she would rather show off her love for clothes and her passion to mimic model like poses than her wits which were printed into the newspaper.  

Sitting next to Jessi in front of me in the table was Vi, an exact opposite character of Jessi.  Vi perhaps is a big fan of the word “simplicity”.  She carries herself confidently with just jeans pants and shirt, no qualms whatsoever.  For a Vietnamese lady, I’d say it’s an effort because it’s not their practice to be too casual with clothes, like the “influence of Americans to Filipinos.”  

Vi is like a sister, quite sweet and she always remember me.  If that would be in the Philippines, it’s a bonus to have a friend like Vi in the print media, a good access to free publicity. But my friendship with Vi has a catch, Catch-22.  She treats me like I am still in the same industry with her, the industry which I abandoned almost a decade ago.  In that type of relationship, I can’t ask her to write something about my products and services for free. It’s awkward, unless of course I have paid ads.  Anyway, I love Vi, so never mind I will not destroy our friendship by asking free space for press releases.  I will always be a big sister to her in the “print media industry”.  

So for my two little sisters in the print media in Ho Chi Minh, thank you for the friendship and I am grateful you were there for me when I was hounded with immigration issues, it was handy with you around. 

EXPATRIATE LIFE IN SAIGON: My Dear Neighbor

A view of my neighbor from the living room.

Here’s my neighbor again, chanting with a loud speaker.

Do I have a choice?

I live in one of the nice apartments in Sky Garden 3, Phu My Hung. Across our building is a small house converted into a Buddhist Temple.  Weeks after we moved in, Paul started complaining on noise coming from that house, a Buddhist chant on speaker.

Paul works only two hours during weekdays, so he won’t miss the morning chant.  I get out of the apartment early and spent most of my time at work, so I can’t understand his complaints.   I thought “oh God typical English” but in order not to whine him up, I just ride with his issue and dismiss it with a statement “they wanted to convert us into Buddhist perhaps.”

Where's the speaker? Can you help me find it? It's too loud.

Several months after, I joined the “jobless society.” Gone are the days I have to rush out of the apartment early in the morning.  Gone are the days when after work, I get to see the apartment again before midnight. In short, 90% of my time now is spent at home, opposite to my regular routine. 

It’s been few weeks now that I woke up every morning not because I have to but because my neighbor’s chant is getting into my brain, bringing my consciousness back to the world again.  I thought at first, “okay I understand you are giving praise to the Lord, so I’ll keep my grievances to myself.” 

On the couch watching BBC news in the morning, I locked the windows. For two hours, I have BBC on the right ear and the chanting on the left ear.  Time to cook lunch, close and locked the kitchen window making sure all holes that are potential entry of the noise must be covered. I have the sound of the kitchen exhaust on my left ear and the chanting on my right ear. 

Siesta time!  A pair of earphones plugged into my ears in the room without window.  Paul was in the living room watching TV. I have music in both ears with a tiny background of my Buddhist neighbor’s chant and Paul’s TV in the living room.   Great, looks like the chant is already in my brain. 
Alright, I went down hang around the walkways and practice my Vietnamese, asking around how I can petition the insensitivity of the loud speaker.

 I won’t ask them to stop praising the Lord. I will just ask a little consideration of taking the speaker off.  I cannot understand the chant, so it’s not helping at all.  If the chant only bears inspirational words I might go down, grab the microphone, make sure everybody hears me and join them chant. 

My dear neighbor, too small! Too powerful though :-(

For days now, I didn’t hear Paul utter a word about it.  Every time I look at him when our neighbor starts chanting, he would smile. Worse, I can’t smile back.  Without saying anything, Paul opens his Ipad and I open my laptop browse online for available apartments. 

Why, do we have a choice?

Wikipedia says chanting is Buddhism’s traditional means of preparing the mind for meditation. It is also use for ritualistic purposes.  I don’t know what it is for my neighbor but within a year of living here, I know that my dear neighbor would not back down and take the speaker off.  

“If you can’t beat them, join them.” If not, better yet go and leave.  Oh my dear neighbor, it’s such a limited choice, is it? L    

The Ancient Town of Hoi An

Wow, I didn’t realize it’s almost a year since I was in this blog. Sorry for my long absence but today I thought, I’ll scribble down notes on my latest travel within Central Vietnam.

I haven’t been backpacking for several months after I got caught up with a high pressured job in Saigon. But since my boyfriend Paul was leaving for a long holiday back to his hometown in England, I felt the need to go on holiday with him before his trip.

Typical scenario at the ancient town where locals enjoy a nightly festivities.

We visited three holiday destinations in Vietnam but I’d like to highlight our trip to Hoi An where I found the ancient village fascinating. I have been to several ancient villages in Vietnam during my early backpacking days but the old town in Hoi An is really captivating with those lanes and alleys full of Chinese-styled shophouses, bars and restaurants

decorated with Chinese lanterns.

On top of it all, the old town streets are closed for motorbikes at night. Amazing, I don’t have to deal with motorbike drivers insisting their way on the road nor the very annoying and rude honking even when there’s no need to honk.

All I have to deal is to look for Paul hopping around in a string of necktie shops or maybe take it the other way, Paul scouring for me in an alley of silk dress shops.

The shops at the ancient village were open even after 10pm but walking around hopping from one shop to another was quite tiresome, so we sit down in one of those modern Chinese-styled bars, Tam Tam.

Awesome, we’re in a bar with modern service but above me we’re the traditional Chinese lanterns in old designs.

Paul found Tam Tam Bar & Restaurant when he was searching for a place to watch World Grand Prix. Tam Tam is one of the few bars within ancient village with wide TV screen.

Anyway, we all have different preferences when we go travel but for me in Hoi An, I can only recommend the ancient village near the river. Hoi An is also known for its beaches but I am not a “beach person”, so I could not give justice to this destination if you take my opinion about it.

All I have is negative opinion from nothing to see when I was snorkeling except tiny little cluster of fishes which was not very visible because the water’s not clear blue. White sand beach yeah but rubbish are all over, people just throw bottles, cans or plastic bags on the seashore. But like I mentioned earlier I am not a beach person, I would rather rent a push bike for 2dollars and go around ancient village.

Hoi An by the way has no train station, in case you want to get out via train then go to Danang – all travel agencies in Hoi An would assist you for that.

We wanted to go on a train but Paul doesn’t want to be on a taxi to Danang. It’s too much of a hassle, so we decided to get on the bus. He booked all in the hotel where we were staying – it’s called Anh Hoi Hotel with little swimming pool and breakfast restaurant.

The receptionist was just too accommodating to arrange all without a hassle but the downside of it was that, we ended up in a bus we don’t like. A tourist sleeping bus with the name Luxury Open Tour but don’t be fooled by the word “luxury” because it’s nothing luxurious at all- locals sprawling on the floor or Vietnamese passengers sharing one tiny bed. Foreigners may have its own bed but I felt sorry for Paul because the seats likely were designed for Asian, so it’s too short for him.

You have one option though, fly. If you only have limited time to explore Hoi An’s ancient history and beaches then fly. Tickets for domestic flights in Vietnam are not really expensive. If I were to asked how many days ideal to stay in Hoi An- with my preference ( exploring ancient village) two days are enough.

Yeah... The Colors of Vietnam ... indeed

Colors of Vietnam---when I wrote this title on my blog I think of nothing but the travel, the scenic views, the people I encountered and the diverse cultural experience I had in Vietnam.
Traveling was my only comfort to beat the odds in life.

Reality, however, told me I could not always move around and see places. I need Uncle Sam’s money to sustain my so called comfort. I joined the hospitality industry and landed in one of those high paying jobs for an Asian.

Three months ago, I thought this is it I can go around travel and enjoy life being single, happy and free - no excess baggage so to speak.

But today, I woke up sad with my head pounding like it was going to explode. Worse, deep inside I was already crying. I wanted to shout that four- letter word F-U-C-K billion times until that so called pressure will leave me alone.

I know that sounds silly because no matter how many times I’ll shout, it won’t go away. And that left me without a choice but hide under the bed cover and sleep over it, so the following day perhaps, I’ll wake up well rested and ready to face the challenge again.

Well, looks like the Colors of Vietnam has changed from my point of view now. It’s not only the scenic views I took pictures with when I was traveling, nor the diverse cultural experience I had but also that 6-letter killer word- STRESS- which is already affecting my decisions in life and my dealing with friends.

For those of you who are dying to strangle me for being a bitch and a pain in the ass, just put it this way, it’s one of my Colors in Vietnam, living as an expat. Go ahead strangle me (but sweetly ok?).

Please bear in mind though that you always have a place in my heart and I will always remember you. Maybe you can help me bear the stress from work by just looking at it as one of the Colors of your life in Vietnam. Whatcha’ think?

Hmmmm... actually, I just don’t have anything to write because I haven’t done any traveling for the past three months at all and I need to update my blog... maybe? (Sigh) I wish that’s the case though…