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[1: 1,499 of 10,000] What Are You Grateful For Today?

In List on June 16, 2015 at 5:43 PM

Thank You

I would like to share what I am grateful for today:

  1. I have a home.
  2. I have food to eat.
  3. I had a bubble bath.
  4. I sleep.
  5. I am free to pray.
  6. I have good books to read.
  7. I love my sissies.
  8. My body functions the way it should be.
  9. I have an adorable baby niece.
  10. I have relatives.
  11. I cry means I can feel.
  12. I have internet connection.
  13. I have phone connection.
  14. I have a bed.
  15. I have a sofa and blanket.
  16. I saw the bright sun in Dubai.
  17. I have peace.
  18. I blog.
  19. I smile.
  20. I posted a photo in Instagram.

[1: 1,495 of 10,000] Home Hair Cut

In Journal on June 12, 2015 at 9:33 PM

HaircutI am saving a buck and I’ve seen my sissy cut her own hair so today I told her to not go crazy but she may cut my hair. She complains about my silly waves and then swoosh there it is!

I’ve seen the hair on the floor, it doesn’t look a lot at all, I go in front of the mirror and surprised with the length. I wasn’t really disappointed and crying, I like the length but the edges don’t looked very legit.

It’s summer in Dubai and the weather is now reaching a hot 45 degree celsius. Short hair will be just fine! 😉

[1: 1,485 of 10,000] Birthday Present

In Article on June 2, 2015 at 12:10 PM

I like doing things for the first time because it means I am exploring a new way. Since it felt like I have nothing significant to offer in this world except living peacefully on my own with full of gratefulness for all the blessings and on top of that I am celebrating my 35th birthday, I thought of a way to give a piece of me to give thanks for this healthy life.

Dubai accepts blood “donation” and I don’t see Dubai accepting blood for payment. I thought that’s really a beautiful gesture for people in Dubai to donate blood for someone’s need and yes it’s one of those that it is actually healthy for me to give too, that’s like exponential goodness.

It’s my birthday, I’ve eaten cake for breakfast (timed it at 8:00 AM end of food so I can donate blood by 12:00 PM without disrupting the rule), I’m nervous about the process of getting close to a needle (this is the first ever donation in my entire life), and so by the time I reached the blood pressure test, the machine was alarming of my overly fast heartbeat and high blood pressure. I was laughing of the incident and told myself I didn’t come all the way here just to screw this up so I calm the hyper in me, inhale and exhale repeatedly, stopped talking, and it worked. I was too happy!

The pricking was more painful that the actual blood extraction. It went smoothly, I drank cold mango juices. I noticed that my blood wasn’t bright red, it’s more like burgundy, and the expert asked if I was smoking and told him no (does second hand smoker applies?) and then he asked if I normally drink lots of water and actually no but for the sake of the blood donation I tried to drink more than usual, eat healthier food, and slept properly. The hardest part was actually squeezing a stress ball during the actual process, it’s tiring but it has to be done so I suck it up and comply. The centre needs to test my blood before it will be given to somebody else. I hope it’s a good 450 ml happy blood so it may help to make one to three people happier. I have another agenda for going through it, I wanted to confirm my blood type and to make sure that I am more into helping than my ulterior motive, I have to donate more from this point onwards.

Seeing all the other people who were there to donate, given their time to be there, were admirable. I have high respect for them for showing up and just giving. Once upon a time, UAE has helped my mother so much, and the only way I also know how to repay the kindness bestowed upon our family is to give back.

I was able to drive after donating. I went for lunch right after. Dubai’s weather is getting too hot nowadays that at some point after lunch on the way to my apartment, I felt like losing oxygen and so I cooled off as soon as I reached home with a nice air-conditioned room; and drink cold lemon iced tea. Because of the donation, I couldn’t drink anything with alcohol that night, so I stayed sober and enjoyed lots of dinner instead at a fancy restaurant.

Blood Donation

If you’re in Dubai and would like to donate, click here for more information. It’s advisable to just go to the centre and make sure to allot one hour for the whole process from signing up forms up to completing the donation. They are open from Sunday to Thursday, 8:00 AM to 5:00 PM.

[1: 1,484 of 10,000] My Night Stars

In Aphorism, Article on June 1, 2015 at 11:50 AM

City Lights 2

When I lay on my bed at night I could see the Dubai city lights from my window. They are golden, alive, and don’t flicker. They are my stars on Earth, on the ground, and they make me smile.

In the quietness of night, I am left alone with my centre, my silence, and my plead to God that I offer Him my worries so I may sleep in peace.

I could make stories and assumptions on what can I find in those lights but I don’t. I just enjoy their beauty that only the night can appreciate.

“Our strength are often hidden until it’s dark that we shine.”

[1: 1,459 of 10,000] Will Jollibee At Dubai Mall Serve Half A Million Filipinos First Before I Can Buy?

In Review on May 7, 2015 at 8:15 AM

I adore Dubai because I feel safe and there are always so many places to visit even with luxurious feel into it. Jollibee is a trusted and beloved hamburger (but I love their chicken + gravy + rice, palabok, and peach mango pie – yes, very specific) chain in the Philippines established in 1978 (just 2 years older than me) and it opened its branch at Dubai Mall on May 4, 2015.

According to Gulf News report, there is an estimated half a million Filipinos residing in Dubai (but news been told that Filipinos in other emirates were traveling to Dubai Mall to buy too), and so after 3 days that it is open, how was the queue looked like –

Jollibee Dubai Mall

There is still a long queue and I am not a fan of waiting 4 hours just to buy my favourite Chicken Joy with their own concoction of gravy and I was even dreaming I hope they’ve brought the rice grains that they use in the Philippines. People who have tried said that it is as authentic as the one served back home.

Can Jollibee a better basis for patriotism, too much? I tried to visit the store twice yesterday but the queue didn’t die down and I really don’t want to stand in line, I would probably taste it next month!!

It is one of the foods that my sister asks her friend to bring to Dubai when they came from their Manila vacation. And it will be definitely one of the food chains I will grab a bite if I visit Manila. Why do my sissy and I liked Jollibee?

Ultimate reason is the taste. The flavour is exactly the type of food that we love to eat. And maybe subconsciously, we have emotional attachment to it. It reminds us of home, childhood, and what is ‘familiar’. Memories, though should not be dwelt upon, are comforting and warms the heart. I would not blame or discourage my fellow Filipinos to be patient just to have that happy feeling, as for me, Jollibee Dubai Mall you’re on my list!

[1: 1,447 of 10,000] Effort Means Everything

In Article on April 25, 2015 at 11:56 PM

Float in the Beach

I don’t care about anything but the quietness and calmness of every inch of my body. It’s a complete surrender. Floating on water is my favourite activity when I am in the beach.

I couldn’t hear the people who are few meters away, heck I barely understand my sissy holding one of my hands, my anchor, so I don’t sail away, well I still couldn’t swim. 😛 The water was particularly calm today, unlike last Saturday where there were waves splashing on my face although the quietness was still there. No Ariel or Ursula singing underwater.

Even such a beautiful escape took effort. Everything I love or I don’t love takes effort to finish. To give my heart the joy of nature’s water means I need to get up early, drive to the beach, pay the parking, and come home to quickly wash the swimming wears and towels.

It takes energy to even effortlessly do the things that I love. It needs action on my part to get it done. It’s just that, it requires me to be in the moment when I am doing it. Disregard the inconvenience, no complains, just breathe and enjoy it.

[1: 1,443 of 10,000] Go On, Bake “Puto” In An Oven

In Recipe on April 21, 2015 at 9:22 AM

I am probably one of the few Filipino-Chinese who cook that don’t have proper steamer at home. Last time I moved to a new apartment, I thought it’s a good idea to just throw the old ones and still didn’t get a replacement. Aside from not able to cook Puto (Filipino cake), so is Siomai and Dumpling.

At this age, I thought I would find everything in the Internet, especially about cooking frenzy from YouTube. To my surprise, I couldn’t find an instruction on how can I cook “Puto” using the oven. We got cupcake tray and an oven so I thought that should make any cake rise.

I wanted to eat the puto and I want to eat cheddar cheese so I decided that today I will try to bake it in the oven with the basis on how my sissy was baking her muffins and cupcakes.

  • Took the 400 g premixed Puto (smells like vanilla) and
  • added 2 cups of water,
  • 1 cup of sugar (quite a lot I must say),
  • I made a mistake of adding 5 table spoon instead of teaspoon of olive oil, oh well, it was EVOO so it must still be good?! 😀
  • After mixing all the above ingredients, I pour it half way (or more to some) into the cupcake paper cup, and
  • top it with cheddar cheese.

Baked it for 15 minutes at 200 degree celcius.

Viola! 16 putos risen! They look and smell delectable.

Now, I got food for the whole day! 🙂 Happy tummy!


[1: 1,441 of 10,000] Visited Word Art Dubai 2015

In Photo on April 19, 2015 at 6:06 PM

World Art Dubai

[1: 1,436 of 10,000] It’s Shopping Bags Organising Day!!

In Article on April 14, 2015 at 6:41 PM

Shopping Bags

I have the magnificent idea of storing all our shopping bags for future ‘recycle’ on top of our fridge. The biggest sort of paper bag was bursting with all the other bags that the lace handles are starting to obstruct the proper closure of the freezer. So, I finally get on to rearranging them by type and size to neatly store them. Not on top of the fridge but somewhere in our studio apartment, I hope my sister will accept the idea that under her home office table at the far corner would be acceptable. Waiting for her to come home from work and discuss the important matter. I will probably open that up after feeding her dinner.

The bags were consist from buying mostly for clothes and foods. Is it a sign of boosting the economy? Is it over consumerism? Is it living simply and in zen like? I remember last mid-year, we moved into the new apartment without any shopping bags, we usually throw all of them, now after about 9 months we’ve managed to accumulate lots. I am just overthinking about moving to a new place probably by June and just recalculating all the new stuffs make me question moving only after a year. I do love moving though, I like the part where we sell some stuffs and redecorate a new place. I am quite proud with this apartment, because it was the first time when I told my sister I am going to give you a shabby chic home, and I kind of did.

I am getting a bit emotional, no it’s not that time of the month yet, but probably soon. :p What have you organised lately?

[1: 1,423 of 10,000] Food Instagrammer

In Photo, Review on March 25, 2015 at 2:53 PM

Moylo's Instagram is my favourite app and food, being one of the centre of my attentions, is one of my favourite subjects to double tap.

Why food? It gives me happiness in case you’re wondering or Simon Sinek called it biologically gives me dopamine shots that makes me happy. I love looking at food posts and I admire how they take the top shot of all the glorious food, drooling now with just imagining sumptuous food.

Above is my very first attempt to pretend that I am a food Instagrammer, a good one that gets thousands of likes. I visited Moylo’s, a famous burger joint here in Dubai, the crowned Prince of Dubai even made time to visit and signed a padlock. I used the top shot technique to fit the burger, the tiny amount of coleslaw, the diet Coke, the very delicious Truffle Fries with the special dip and a normal ketchup, the dry and wet tissues too, and it was quite strategic that I should get the colourful resto table.

I was a little embarrass taking the photo while a man waiting for his order was sitting so close to my table, I was shy that he might think people these days do not grab their burger when it arrives, they take out their phone and take a photo. Is it worth it that I cared what he thought of my choice of action? Is it bad that I wasn’t respecting my food as soon as it arrived? Nah! I was enjoying life and I would not have something to post and share to the blogosphere world if I didn’t take that slight 2 minutes or less to snap just what I was about to eat. Plus my food wasn’t cold when I dive into it.

I was enjoying life and in everything we do, I think that should be the key, did we enjoy it, if yes, fuck everything else. Did I harm anybody, no, then I may do it again probably in a slightly different way, I’ll order another set from the menu! What do you think?