As I said in my previous post, Bali is truly beautiful just don't go there in January. It rained almost everyday that we were there. Anyway, we still had an awesome time.
<>We spent four adventurous days there with our own itinerary and just hired a car with driver. A lot of car hire companies can be found in Tripadvisor. This site is truly a bucket of information. It is recommended to use WhatsApp when contacting service providers. Its faster and practical as you won't be using up your phone credits.
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Saturday, May 12, 2018
Friday, May 11, 2018
Beautiful Bali
To start off our 2017, we went off to our first adventure as a family to beautiful Bali, Indonesia.
While the plane was preparing to land, we were already captivated by the long bridge that snaked across the Benoa Gulf . We later found out that it was called the Bali Mandara Toll Road. It connects a lot of the areas in Bali and lessens travel time as the traffic is terrible everywhere in Bali.
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While the plane was preparing to land, we were already captivated by the long bridge that snaked across the Benoa Gulf . We later found out that it was called the Bali Mandara Toll Road. It connects a lot of the areas in Bali and lessens travel time as the traffic is terrible everywhere in Bali.
Continue reading here.
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Monday, May 7, 2018
How I Conquered the Self-Hosted Blogs
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A thousand thoughts run through my mind before I close my eyes. It used to be just a hundred. But it doubled the moment I became a mom. Do you have those days? What do you usually do?
I read a book just to stop myself from thinking. Or if I'm feeling industrious I'd write. I find writing relieves me more of the burden of too much thinking than just reading a compelling book. I started writing when I was in grade school. The material? Old school diary. Then I've channeled more writing by joining the school paper up until I was in college. It was only in 2010 when I discovered blogging.
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A thousand thoughts run through my mind before I close my eyes. It used to be just a hundred. But it doubled the moment I became a mom. Do you have those days? What do you usually do?
I read a book just to stop myself from thinking. Or if I'm feeling industrious I'd write. I find writing relieves me more of the burden of too much thinking than just reading a compelling book. I started writing when I was in grade school. The material? Old school diary. Then I've channeled more writing by joining the school paper up until I was in college. It was only in 2010 when I discovered blogging.
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Saturday, October 1, 2016
Our First Love Letter to Malic
Dear Palangging,
In a few hours from now, We will be celebrating our three special occasion - Mother's day, Father's day and a birthday. Yes, its October and no I'm not mistaken. At exactly 3:42 a.m. on the first of October 2015, a 47 cm baby boy was placed on my chest then I became a Nanay and the man holding my hand became a Tatay.
It took us 5 years, 4 doctors and 1 TCM doctor to have you langga. Not that we didn't want to, but because science can be confusing. Perhaps, one day I will tell you the long road of conceiving you.
For now, I will tell you about the day you made my 11 painful hours of labor worth it all. For the record, we all have our stories inside that delivery suite that day. But those stories are reserved for family gatherings only.
Hi! I have moved my post here. See you there!
In a few hours from now, We will be celebrating our three special occasion - Mother's day, Father's day and a birthday. Yes, its October and no I'm not mistaken. At exactly 3:42 a.m. on the first of October 2015, a 47 cm baby boy was placed on my chest then I became a Nanay and the man holding my hand became a Tatay.
It took us 5 years, 4 doctors and 1 TCM doctor to have you langga. Not that we didn't want to, but because science can be confusing. Perhaps, one day I will tell you the long road of conceiving you.
For now, I will tell you about the day you made my 11 painful hours of labor worth it all. For the record, we all have our stories inside that delivery suite that day. But those stories are reserved for family gatherings only.
Hi! I have moved my post here. See you there!
Friday, September 25, 2015
"Conscious Uncoupling" after 5 Years
When I first read the line "conscious uncoupling" from some celebrity news, I took the words literally and questioned myself do some couples who undergo divorce were unconscious when they did it? Then I searched for the real meaning so as not to appear blank. As one blog says it is the A "conscious uncoupling is the ability to understand that every
irritation and argument [within a marriage] was a signal to look inside
ourselves and identify a negative internal object that needed healing,"
they write. "From this perspective, there are no bad guys, just two
people," they say, expanding on the blame-free, "it's about people as
individuals, not just the relationship" theory......
Maybe its not just between two people. Maybe this could also apply to a person and a place? However it will not work out very well as the city might not give me the necessary feedback I need.
But, anyway, I'll just think about it the same way. Over the span of 5 years, Abu Dhabi and I have that yo-yo relationship. I love how Abu Dhabi have blossomed into a metropolis of culture and innovation. It easily adapted to the fast pace of modernization but still cling to what is true to their culture. It is just plain beautiful. Abu Dhabi has taught me a lot of things. For that I will be forever thankful.
Leaving a place after taking root for almost 5 years is difficult. Not just physically but emotionally. The physical part takes a lot of stressful time. If you have rented your own place like a studio type accommodation, you have to get rid of everything that you can't take with you to another country. Or you can send it to your home country so somebody else can use it. Aside from selling and giving away your stuff you have to cut all your ties in that country. From utility bills, credit cards, bank accounts and sadly friendships. Not that you will be rid of those people once you leave the country. But no more impromptu dates.
----- cut ---- (I have moved my blog to this link. See you there!)
I was not able to finish this entry because I was already swamped with so many things to do. Now here I am in my jammies 12:15 pm and still thinking if I could still say I love rainy days. I am cooped up here in our new home in Australia still trying to adjust with the cool weather. It has been raining for two days. I love rain. Always have been especially when I was in Abu Dhabi when it rarely visits the city. Now, here in Sydney, rain often comes uninvited and unexpected. I don't know how long I could say I love rainy days.
From time to time, I still think about my life in Abu Dhabi. I miss some of the things we used to do there. The places we visit, the food we stuffed ourselves and the people we see from time to time. It was a good 5 years. Abu Dhabi was home for me and my husband, but some things just have to change. Change can sometimes be very terrifying especially if you don't know what's happening next. But it can also bring you to something better.
Abu Dhabi is a good country to earn a living, save up some money or send money to your love ones. But it has an ending. You don't see yourself staying there for the rest of your life because you just can't. I mean, the reason you can stay and work there is because of your working visa or your husband's working visa. If one of you or you don't have that kind of visa you can't live there. They don't grant permanent residency or citizenship. Please don't take this the wrong way. This is just my opinion and this is one of the reasons why we moved. We can continue living and working there but until when? Its one of those issues every couple must face in making a decision for the family.
No need to continue this torturous entry. I think Its too confusing. I'm lucky if somebody reads this. But I promise though, the next entries will be my first experiences in my life here in our new home Australia.
To start my life in Australia - here is my post..
Maybe its not just between two people. Maybe this could also apply to a person and a place? However it will not work out very well as the city might not give me the necessary feedback I need.
But, anyway, I'll just think about it the same way. Over the span of 5 years, Abu Dhabi and I have that yo-yo relationship. I love how Abu Dhabi have blossomed into a metropolis of culture and innovation. It easily adapted to the fast pace of modernization but still cling to what is true to their culture. It is just plain beautiful. Abu Dhabi has taught me a lot of things. For that I will be forever thankful.
Leaving a place after taking root for almost 5 years is difficult. Not just physically but emotionally. The physical part takes a lot of stressful time. If you have rented your own place like a studio type accommodation, you have to get rid of everything that you can't take with you to another country. Or you can send it to your home country so somebody else can use it. Aside from selling and giving away your stuff you have to cut all your ties in that country. From utility bills, credit cards, bank accounts and sadly friendships. Not that you will be rid of those people once you leave the country. But no more impromptu dates.
----- cut ---- (I have moved my blog to this link. See you there!)
I was not able to finish this entry because I was already swamped with so many things to do. Now here I am in my jammies 12:15 pm and still thinking if I could still say I love rainy days. I am cooped up here in our new home in Australia still trying to adjust with the cool weather. It has been raining for two days. I love rain. Always have been especially when I was in Abu Dhabi when it rarely visits the city. Now, here in Sydney, rain often comes uninvited and unexpected. I don't know how long I could say I love rainy days.
From time to time, I still think about my life in Abu Dhabi. I miss some of the things we used to do there. The places we visit, the food we stuffed ourselves and the people we see from time to time. It was a good 5 years. Abu Dhabi was home for me and my husband, but some things just have to change. Change can sometimes be very terrifying especially if you don't know what's happening next. But it can also bring you to something better.
Abu Dhabi is a good country to earn a living, save up some money or send money to your love ones. But it has an ending. You don't see yourself staying there for the rest of your life because you just can't. I mean, the reason you can stay and work there is because of your working visa or your husband's working visa. If one of you or you don't have that kind of visa you can't live there. They don't grant permanent residency or citizenship. Please don't take this the wrong way. This is just my opinion and this is one of the reasons why we moved. We can continue living and working there but until when? Its one of those issues every couple must face in making a decision for the family.
No need to continue this torturous entry. I think Its too confusing. I'm lucky if somebody reads this. But I promise though, the next entries will be my first experiences in my life here in our new home Australia.
To start my life in Australia - here is my post..
Monday, March 30, 2015
Harboring Feelings for Sydney
For most expats abroad, the main reason that drives them to live and work abroad is better opportunity. Better pay, better work experience or perhaps better quality of life. Fifteen years ago, working abroad was never on my to do list in life. I was contented with the things are. I have a good paying job, I can even do extra activities and I don't have to worry on what to cook or who should do my laundry. Everything was in order. Then I got married, not that marriage turned my picture perfect life upside down, let us just say everything changed.
My husband, who is based in Abu Dhabi took me with him after a few months after our wedding. Though household chores was nothing new to me, it was overwhelming as I will be doing it everyday already. It took some time to adjust to my new life, but I got the hang of it after a few months. Before I turned one year in the city I found a job and added a career experience abroad. After a few years in Abu Dhabi, I have learned to love this city. It was not difficult to embrace as the city was a haven for different kinds of expats. The city also continue to blossom and accommodate every aspect of a booming metropolis.
Then, another thing happened, a visa was granted. My sister and her family have applied for an immigrant visa in Australia. I was not really keen into following the same route because as I said, I am starting to root her and I am learning to love Abu Dhabi. However, there are some circumstances that makes me think about our life here. So half-heartedly started the process of applying the same visa for Australia. I took IELTS, collate necessary documents, and prepared other required documents. Next thing I know, we received an email that the visa was granted. Wait what?! For some reason, I was beginning to lose hope as I made a huge blunder in filling out one of my documents. So I was already expecting a rejection. It was a pleasant surprise. My husband and I panicked for some time before taking the plunge.
We did the initial entry during my birthday. What a way to celebrate it. It has been years since I celebrated it with a family member. So it was a very good change. We did a lot of tourist-y activities. Roamed the city and spend a lot of time with my sister and her family. I still don't feel like its home but close enough. We stayed in Randwick a suburb a few minutes away from the the buzzling downtown Sydney. It was an ideal place to a raise a family. Hospitals, schools, church and groceries are just walking distances. Plenty of playground to ran around and its quiet. I hope I'll get used to the sound of nothing when the clock strikes 6 pm. Abu Dhabi makes a lot of sound even in the wee hours in the morning. I have grown to love the noise, but some things just have to change.
By the time we left Australia amidst a teary goodbye, my husband and I talked about how we feel about Sydney. Honestly, it was a mixture of scared and excited. Scared and excited of moving into another country without any work yet. Scared and excited of having to adapt again to a new environment. Most of all totally scared of not knowing anything what lies ahead for us. But that is how you should live life I guess, you will never know strength if you don't know how to be scared. Or something like that.
My husband, who is based in Abu Dhabi took me with him after a few months after our wedding. Though household chores was nothing new to me, it was overwhelming as I will be doing it everyday already. It took some time to adjust to my new life, but I got the hang of it after a few months. Before I turned one year in the city I found a job and added a career experience abroad. After a few years in Abu Dhabi, I have learned to love this city. It was not difficult to embrace as the city was a haven for different kinds of expats. The city also continue to blossom and accommodate every aspect of a booming metropolis.
Then, another thing happened, a visa was granted. My sister and her family have applied for an immigrant visa in Australia. I was not really keen into following the same route because as I said, I am starting to root her and I am learning to love Abu Dhabi. However, there are some circumstances that makes me think about our life here. So half-heartedly started the process of applying the same visa for Australia. I took IELTS, collate necessary documents, and prepared other required documents. Next thing I know, we received an email that the visa was granted. Wait what?! For some reason, I was beginning to lose hope as I made a huge blunder in filling out one of my documents. So I was already expecting a rejection. It was a pleasant surprise. My husband and I panicked for some time before taking the plunge.
We did the initial entry during my birthday. What a way to celebrate it. It has been years since I celebrated it with a family member. So it was a very good change. We did a lot of tourist-y activities. Roamed the city and spend a lot of time with my sister and her family. I still don't feel like its home but close enough. We stayed in Randwick a suburb a few minutes away from the the buzzling downtown Sydney. It was an ideal place to a raise a family. Hospitals, schools, church and groceries are just walking distances. Plenty of playground to ran around and its quiet. I hope I'll get used to the sound of nothing when the clock strikes 6 pm. Abu Dhabi makes a lot of sound even in the wee hours in the morning. I have grown to love the noise, but some things just have to change.
By the time we left Australia amidst a teary goodbye, my husband and I talked about how we feel about Sydney. Honestly, it was a mixture of scared and excited. Scared and excited of moving into another country without any work yet. Scared and excited of having to adapt again to a new environment. Most of all totally scared of not knowing anything what lies ahead for us. But that is how you should live life I guess, you will never know strength if you don't know how to be scared. Or something like that.
Monday, February 23, 2015
February: Food Month in Abu Dhabi
As the whole world is gearing up to this one day holiday in February, which, I don't know why its called a holiday when everybody's bum-bum is stuck in their office chairs, Abu Dhabi is prepping up their kitchen for a whole other reason. Up until now, I only thought February is the month of the hearts and two birthdays in the family. Now, it is also Gourmet Abu Dhabi. It is the city's way of showcasing its finest restaurants. For the entire month of February every weekend is a special way to experience the festival.
I am lucky to win tickets and dining vouchers which makes this month extra special. First weekend was the Emirati Kitchen. Thanks to Foodiva Samantha Wood's blog giveaway, me and a friend are entitled to a free pass to the event plus one master class. I have always wanted to attend one but it is just too expensive or the schedule is not right. With that being a hindrance, the prize ticket came in as a perfect solution.
First weekend of February is scheduled for Emirati Kitchen. Along the east complex of the corniche, the Emirati Kitchen was set up. Stalls showcase special items prepared by the Emiratis and some food stalls selling local cuisine. Among the star of the event is the first Emirati food truck Meyla's. It is a good opportunity to try out their local delicacy. We were booked for the masterclass on how to prepare healthy food for children. We were not aware that it was for kids event but we queued anyway. Even if the activity was basically for kids, we were still able to pick up points. Especially on preparing salads using locally grown vegetables and using dressing like labneh and soy sauce. Who would have thought of that? We get to bring home a huge portion of salad that we have prepared. Took me three meals to finish off the entire stock.
Second weekend of February, valentine's weekend. While everyone else was jetting off somewhere romantic, the husband and I went to Al Raha Beach Hotel to sample the Gourmet BBQ. The buffet was set outside so it was a bit chilly. We were ushered to our table and started browsing the buffet table. Had I been a seafood lover or very adventurous meat eater that spread would have excited me. Unfortunately, I am allergic to seafood and my meat preferences are limited to pork, chicken and beef. I was also a bit sad not much carbo load on the table. All meat and few veggies. But the entire night was not a sad, the dessert spread was heaven. I can't remember everything I had but even the chocolates were good. I'm not a chocolate lover so that chocolate dessert had me smiling.
Third weekend of February - the food truck weekend! This I have been anticipating the entire month actually. Partly because I could try out some street food from other countries but mainly because of the chefs who will be doing demos. I am an avid fan of foodnetwork shows. If I could just stick to one channel the entire day that would be it. The event started on Thursday and ended on Saturday. We scheduled the visit on a Friday as the chef demo of two particular chefs I want to meet are scheduled not too far apart. Arrived at 5 pm and was lucky to catch Chef Jun Tanaka. After the demo, I saw the new schedule and Chef Andy Bates' demo will be another four hours. But since we came there for the celebrity chefs, we (my husband begrudgingly) waited until 9 pm for his demo. While waiting we did what most weird couples do, people watch. Of course we sampled on the food truck goodies. We tried the grilled cheese sandwich of Cheesetruck. Ordered Stilton and steak. It was okay. Nothing beyond unforgettable. Perhaps we should have ordered the goat cheese instead. But the queue was well, let us just say, stretches to forever, so we passed. Also tried Pizza Pilgrim. They have three kinds of pizza listed but since the queue was again horribly long, they have to resort to Margherita minus the basil leaves. Despite the missing herb, the pizza was really good. The dough was chewy and tasty just the way I like it. Last among the must try food at the park was the churros. I love that fried dough of happiness. If you want to try some you better prepare yourself to stand in line for quote some time. If there is a contest for the longest queue the Churros and Chocolate truck would win. People just love fried things and chocolate. Who wouldn't?!
To sum up, February was more than just flowers and chocolates, it was also about discovering more about food, people who loves food and people who loves to make good food. I hope more events like this will be hosted in the city. Its a way of driving more people in enriching one's own definition of culture.
more photos here.
I am lucky to win tickets and dining vouchers which makes this month extra special. First weekend was the Emirati Kitchen. Thanks to Foodiva Samantha Wood's blog giveaway, me and a friend are entitled to a free pass to the event plus one master class. I have always wanted to attend one but it is just too expensive or the schedule is not right. With that being a hindrance, the prize ticket came in as a perfect solution.
First weekend of February is scheduled for Emirati Kitchen. Along the east complex of the corniche, the Emirati Kitchen was set up. Stalls showcase special items prepared by the Emiratis and some food stalls selling local cuisine. Among the star of the event is the first Emirati food truck Meyla's. It is a good opportunity to try out their local delicacy. We were booked for the masterclass on how to prepare healthy food for children. We were not aware that it was for kids event but we queued anyway. Even if the activity was basically for kids, we were still able to pick up points. Especially on preparing salads using locally grown vegetables and using dressing like labneh and soy sauce. Who would have thought of that? We get to bring home a huge portion of salad that we have prepared. Took me three meals to finish off the entire stock.
Second weekend of February, valentine's weekend. While everyone else was jetting off somewhere romantic, the husband and I went to Al Raha Beach Hotel to sample the Gourmet BBQ. The buffet was set outside so it was a bit chilly. We were ushered to our table and started browsing the buffet table. Had I been a seafood lover or very adventurous meat eater that spread would have excited me. Unfortunately, I am allergic to seafood and my meat preferences are limited to pork, chicken and beef. I was also a bit sad not much carbo load on the table. All meat and few veggies. But the entire night was not a sad, the dessert spread was heaven. I can't remember everything I had but even the chocolates were good. I'm not a chocolate lover so that chocolate dessert had me smiling.
Third weekend of February - the food truck weekend! This I have been anticipating the entire month actually. Partly because I could try out some street food from other countries but mainly because of the chefs who will be doing demos. I am an avid fan of foodnetwork shows. If I could just stick to one channel the entire day that would be it. The event started on Thursday and ended on Saturday. We scheduled the visit on a Friday as the chef demo of two particular chefs I want to meet are scheduled not too far apart. Arrived at 5 pm and was lucky to catch Chef Jun Tanaka. After the demo, I saw the new schedule and Chef Andy Bates' demo will be another four hours. But since we came there for the celebrity chefs, we (my husband begrudgingly) waited until 9 pm for his demo. While waiting we did what most weird couples do, people watch. Of course we sampled on the food truck goodies. We tried the grilled cheese sandwich of Cheesetruck. Ordered Stilton and steak. It was okay. Nothing beyond unforgettable. Perhaps we should have ordered the goat cheese instead. But the queue was well, let us just say, stretches to forever, so we passed. Also tried Pizza Pilgrim. They have three kinds of pizza listed but since the queue was again horribly long, they have to resort to Margherita minus the basil leaves. Despite the missing herb, the pizza was really good. The dough was chewy and tasty just the way I like it. Last among the must try food at the park was the churros. I love that fried dough of happiness. If you want to try some you better prepare yourself to stand in line for quote some time. If there is a contest for the longest queue the Churros and Chocolate truck would win. People just love fried things and chocolate. Who wouldn't?!
To sum up, February was more than just flowers and chocolates, it was also about discovering more about food, people who loves food and people who loves to make good food. I hope more events like this will be hosted in the city. Its a way of driving more people in enriching one's own definition of culture.
more photos here.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
How Did You Find Your Ever After?
While sipping my first cup of green tea for the day, I am consciously contemplating whether to continue this post or not. Ever since I opened up my topic to my husband I was endlessly teased to be too "cheesy." Well, I am. It's the first of February and what else can I think about but anything in red. The happy kind of red.
I have finally decided. So here it is fellow "cheezbols." A few college semesters ago, my best friend and I made this study about real life love stories whether it was fated or just mere coincidence . Yes, as much as I hate to admit it, we submitted it for our English subject as a pseudo feasibility study. We did pretty good though. Anyway, I digress. We got our data from our classmates. No, not their love lives, their parent's. If they are luck to know their parent's stories. You will be surprised some of those stories are just amazing, and you thought soap operas only exist in TV.
I would love to post two unforgettable stories we have included in our study unfortunately I don't have the permission to do so. However, I think I am already in that age group where most people I know and acquainted with has already established their own love story. And for this month, in celebration of heart's month, (I'm Filipino, I basically celebrate any occasion in long period like Christmas), I would like to post some stories of people who found their way to their own ever after.
So here goes my golden question,....(embarrassed and wincing) would you like to be my subject?
I'd love to hear your story. Of course I would ask for your permission before sharing it to my precious readers. Otherwise, I would just like to know your story. Maybe one day, when your kids are all grown up and suddenly ask you how and when your story started its always nice to reminisce.
I would be selfish if I wouldn't share mine, right? Without sounding too korny, we laid eyes on each other while at a ravine. Yes, its the most romantic place I could ever imagine. Kidding aside, I was at a point in my life where I just want to work my arse off as I was still licking some wounds from a very terrible heartache. That was 2003 fresh from board exam and too eager to practice my profession. As I try to enjoy a life of freedom and meager earning I found a friend along the way. We stayed friends for over a year and before we bid 2004 goodbye we were officially an "us." Majority of our "us" was spent over text messages and long phone calls as he lives in Luzon and he is always assigned very far from the city. We are lucky to meet once or twice a year if our leaves are granted at the same time. I think we were one of the pioneering prepaid subscribers of sun cellular unli- text and call. Cell sites are hard to come by on mountainous areas that is why calls are preferred and is considered an indulgence for both of us. He has to go near a school flag pole just to get a signal, imagine my "kilig" for the things he does. I guess this is the perfect moment to thank Sun Cellular for their unli- services. Like all normal relationships we had some slight bumps before walking down the aisle. But all in all, everything worked out just fine.
So, how about you? How did you find your ever after? I found mine during a sunny day full of dust and boulders while trying not to trip over and roll down the ravine. Who would have thought I'd find mine there. To quote Toni Gonzaga (Filipino Celebrity whoc recently got engaged)---- You don't chase love and friends....true love and true friends will just come.
NOTE: So I noticed that nobody actually posted or even commented that they'd like to be my subject. Hey, if you want to be anonymous, send me an email thru maruya24@yahoo.com or send me a thumbs-up thru my facebook (if you are in my circle, sorry my profile is private) please do let me know.. can't wait to hear your story!
I have finally decided. So here it is fellow "cheezbols." A few college semesters ago, my best friend and I made this study about real life love stories whether it was fated or just mere coincidence . Yes, as much as I hate to admit it, we submitted it for our English subject as a pseudo feasibility study. We did pretty good though. Anyway, I digress. We got our data from our classmates. No, not their love lives, their parent's. If they are luck to know their parent's stories. You will be surprised some of those stories are just amazing, and you thought soap operas only exist in TV.
I would love to post two unforgettable stories we have included in our study unfortunately I don't have the permission to do so. However, I think I am already in that age group where most people I know and acquainted with has already established their own love story. And for this month, in celebration of heart's month, (I'm Filipino, I basically celebrate any occasion in long period like Christmas), I would like to post some stories of people who found their way to their own ever after.
So here goes my golden question,....(embarrassed and wincing) would you like to be my subject?
I'd love to hear your story. Of course I would ask for your permission before sharing it to my precious readers. Otherwise, I would just like to know your story. Maybe one day, when your kids are all grown up and suddenly ask you how and when your story started its always nice to reminisce.
I would be selfish if I wouldn't share mine, right? Without sounding too korny, we laid eyes on each other while at a ravine. Yes, its the most romantic place I could ever imagine. Kidding aside, I was at a point in my life where I just want to work my arse off as I was still licking some wounds from a very terrible heartache. That was 2003 fresh from board exam and too eager to practice my profession. As I try to enjoy a life of freedom and meager earning I found a friend along the way. We stayed friends for over a year and before we bid 2004 goodbye we were officially an "us." Majority of our "us" was spent over text messages and long phone calls as he lives in Luzon and he is always assigned very far from the city. We are lucky to meet once or twice a year if our leaves are granted at the same time. I think we were one of the pioneering prepaid subscribers of sun cellular unli- text and call. Cell sites are hard to come by on mountainous areas that is why calls are preferred and is considered an indulgence for both of us. He has to go near a school flag pole just to get a signal, imagine my "kilig" for the things he does. I guess this is the perfect moment to thank Sun Cellular for their unli- services. Like all normal relationships we had some slight bumps before walking down the aisle. But all in all, everything worked out just fine.
So, how about you? How did you find your ever after? I found mine during a sunny day full of dust and boulders while trying not to trip over and roll down the ravine. Who would have thought I'd find mine there. To quote Toni Gonzaga (Filipino Celebrity whoc recently got engaged)---- You don't chase love and friends....true love and true friends will just come.
NOTE: So I noticed that nobody actually posted or even commented that they'd like to be my subject. Hey, if you want to be anonymous, send me an email thru maruya24@yahoo.com or send me a thumbs-up thru my facebook (if you are in my circle, sorry my profile is private) please do let me know.. can't wait to hear your story!
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Bangkok Bits
We did a little document purging last night I found this Bangkok city map. Like most of this informative maps, they are full of bits and trivia about the city you are exploring aside from giving you details on what to visit and how to get there. Here are some bits and pieces from the map.
* The Golden Buddha of Wat Traimit
- If you've ever wondered what 5.5 metric tons (5,500 kilograms) of solid gold might look like, go see for yourself at Wat Traimit, located at the southern end of Bangkok's Chinatown district. The chief attraction of the Wat (Temple) is the fabulous Golden Buddha, the world's largest solid gold statue. Today the Golden Buddha sits in a new building which was built to house and protect the 3.91 meter tall image. At current market value the gold in the statue alone is worth over $260,000,000, but, of course, as an item of historical and religious significance its true value is incalculable. Open from 8 am to 5 pm.
* Bangkok Dusit Zoo
- In Bangkok for a few days with the family and don't know what to do with your little monkeys? Take them to the zoo! Bangkok's Dusit Zoo is one of Asia's finest, and provides a fun-filled and inexpensive day out for your family. The Zoo was established in 1938 on 118 rai (over 46 acres) in the heart of the historic Rattanakosin area of downtown Bnagkok, and is the oldest zoo in Thailand.
* The Golden Buddha of Wat Traimit
- If you've ever wondered what 5.5 metric tons (5,500 kilograms) of solid gold might look like, go see for yourself at Wat Traimit, located at the southern end of Bangkok's Chinatown district. The chief attraction of the Wat (Temple) is the fabulous Golden Buddha, the world's largest solid gold statue. Today the Golden Buddha sits in a new building which was built to house and protect the 3.91 meter tall image. At current market value the gold in the statue alone is worth over $260,000,000, but, of course, as an item of historical and religious significance its true value is incalculable. Open from 8 am to 5 pm.
* Bangkok Dusit Zoo
- In Bangkok for a few days with the family and don't know what to do with your little monkeys? Take them to the zoo! Bangkok's Dusit Zoo is one of Asia's finest, and provides a fun-filled and inexpensive day out for your family. The Zoo was established in 1938 on 118 rai (over 46 acres) in the heart of the historic Rattanakosin area of downtown Bnagkok, and is the oldest zoo in Thailand.
entry fees: Foreigners - 100 Baht for adults; 50 Baht for children
Thais - 50 Baht for adults; 10 Baht for children
hours: open every day from 8 am to 6 pm
add: 71 Rama V Road, Chitrlada Sub-district, Dusit District Bangkok
getting there: the easiest way to get to the zoo is by taxi - if the driver doesn't understand "Dusit Zoo" just say "Su-an Cow Din", and that should do the trick. alternatively, the following bus lines go past the zoo: Bus No. 18, 28, 108; Airconditioned Bus No. 528, 515, 539 and 542
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Dental Care in Abu Dhabi
January 2015 is certainly a month full of actions. And I must say it is a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. First week of the year started with a little spike of sugar and spice and everything ended up being nice. Anyway, I had my first tooth extraction yesterday. Yes, you have read it right, first. After finally reaching the age beyond the calendar days, it was time for me to experience what my brother usually calls it a traumatic affair on a chair.
I was never afraid of dentists. Back then, my monthly visits to this doctors only consists of cleaning and little check up then an ice cream treat. Most of my melt teeth just voluntarily fell off or on special occasion my Tatay will tie a thread around the wobbly tooth and give it a quick thug and its off. No injections and other steel instruments that entered my mouth. Until yesterday. I guess I could say now I know how my brother feels when he is reminded about his dental appointment.
The day of extraction started out in a haze. Did my usual morning routine then I'm off to the city. The first hitch was the bus was probably stuck somewhere unknown because I was standing at the bus station for nearly half an hour! I kept on checking my watch while on the bus, my appointment was 10:15 am and by 10:10 am I am still inside the bus. Grrr. When I finally alighted, I have to sprint (gracefully) to the clinic. I arrived at exactly 10:20 am so it was immediately my turn to sit on that dreadful chair. A quick chat with the dentist and my complain I was immediately told to open my mouth for the 4 or 5 injections. Whoa! No gel? Yes, no numbing gel. Then some time to let the anesthesia work its magic while my heart was racing like a bullet train and I was wringing my fingers but trying to appear unconcern about the whole situation. The assisting nurse noticed and began comforting me. I must have probably looked so terribly because they (the nurse and the dentist) were trying to cheer me up they even gave me a cup of pineapple juice to calm my nerves. My hands were so cold. After a lengthy speech of comfort about the extraction not being to painful it was time to brace my head and open my mouth. Everything happened quickly though, it was not as painful as I have anticipated but still it hurts. I cried a little (hey, it was my first time I have that excuse).
The deed was done no less than 10 minutes. A prescription and a receipt later, I was already walking towards the bus station again. I wanted to curl up and sleep and forget how everything happened. But, I have to be practical went home prepared lunch so I could take the antibiotic prescribed. Ending, I'm now officially pangag (toothless), but you won't know it.
For those needing dental care as we know that most medical insurance in Abu Dhabi doesn't cover dental here are some two Filipino dentists for your information:
Dr. Eriberto L. Alameda Jr.
Al Dana Medical and Dental Centre
Tel. No. 02 678 1331; 02 672 4052
P.O. Box 26156, Abu Dhabi United Arab Emirates
(the clinic is on the second level of the Philippine House building along Najda St.,)
Costs:
Tooth Extraction: AED 400
Wisdom Tooth Extraction: AED 1000
Root Canal: AED 1400
Filling: AED 250
Dr. Emmy
Ibn Sina Medical CentreTel : 02 6816400 Fax : 02 6816404
P.O.Box 3084
New Al Manara Pharmacy Building
Zayed 2nd St. Khalidiya, Abu Dhabi, U.A.E
Costs:
Tooth Extraction: AED 500
Filling: AED 350
Wisdom Tooth Extraction: AED 1000
Also here is another dentist, though haven't tried seems to cost reasonably
Appolonia Dental Centre
Tel: +971 2 6444220 ; +971 2 6660997 Fax: +971 2 6672235
P.O. Box 25744, Abu Dhabi, Zayed 2nd St., UAE Khalidya Area
Email: info@appoloniadc.com
(the clinic is in the building of K.M. Trading Khalidiya)
Costs:
Tooth Extraction: AED 350
Wisdom Tooth Extraction: AED 1000
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| pic grab from net |
I was never afraid of dentists. Back then, my monthly visits to this doctors only consists of cleaning and little check up then an ice cream treat. Most of my melt teeth just voluntarily fell off or on special occasion my Tatay will tie a thread around the wobbly tooth and give it a quick thug and its off. No injections and other steel instruments that entered my mouth. Until yesterday. I guess I could say now I know how my brother feels when he is reminded about his dental appointment.
The day of extraction started out in a haze. Did my usual morning routine then I'm off to the city. The first hitch was the bus was probably stuck somewhere unknown because I was standing at the bus station for nearly half an hour! I kept on checking my watch while on the bus, my appointment was 10:15 am and by 10:10 am I am still inside the bus. Grrr. When I finally alighted, I have to sprint (gracefully) to the clinic. I arrived at exactly 10:20 am so it was immediately my turn to sit on that dreadful chair. A quick chat with the dentist and my complain I was immediately told to open my mouth for the 4 or 5 injections. Whoa! No gel? Yes, no numbing gel. Then some time to let the anesthesia work its magic while my heart was racing like a bullet train and I was wringing my fingers but trying to appear unconcern about the whole situation. The assisting nurse noticed and began comforting me. I must have probably looked so terribly because they (the nurse and the dentist) were trying to cheer me up they even gave me a cup of pineapple juice to calm my nerves. My hands were so cold. After a lengthy speech of comfort about the extraction not being to painful it was time to brace my head and open my mouth. Everything happened quickly though, it was not as painful as I have anticipated but still it hurts. I cried a little (hey, it was my first time I have that excuse).
The deed was done no less than 10 minutes. A prescription and a receipt later, I was already walking towards the bus station again. I wanted to curl up and sleep and forget how everything happened. But, I have to be practical went home prepared lunch so I could take the antibiotic prescribed. Ending, I'm now officially pangag (toothless), but you won't know it.
For those needing dental care as we know that most medical insurance in Abu Dhabi doesn't cover dental here are some two Filipino dentists for your information:
Dr. Eriberto L. Alameda Jr.
Al Dana Medical and Dental Centre
Tel. No. 02 678 1331; 02 672 4052
P.O. Box 26156, Abu Dhabi United Arab Emirates
(the clinic is on the second level of the Philippine House building along Najda St.,)
Costs:
Tooth Extraction: AED 400
Wisdom Tooth Extraction: AED 1000
Root Canal: AED 1400
Filling: AED 250
Dr. Emmy
Ibn Sina Medical CentreTel : 02 6816400 Fax : 02 6816404
P.O.Box 3084
New Al Manara Pharmacy Building
Zayed 2nd St. Khalidiya, Abu Dhabi, U.A.E
Costs:
Tooth Extraction: AED 500
Filling: AED 350
Wisdom Tooth Extraction: AED 1000
Also here is another dentist, though haven't tried seems to cost reasonably
Appolonia Dental Centre
Tel: +971 2 6444220 ; +971 2 6660997 Fax: +971 2 6672235
P.O. Box 25744, Abu Dhabi, Zayed 2nd St., UAE Khalidya Area
Email: info@appoloniadc.com
(the clinic is in the building of K.M. Trading Khalidiya)
Costs:
Tooth Extraction: AED 350
Wisdom Tooth Extraction: AED 1000
Friday, January 2, 2015
Abu Dhabi Bus Guide
Being in Abu Dhabi for over four years now still doesn't make me a good commuter. I could still get on the wrong bus. What's worst is, I even advice other passengers on what bus to take to where ever they are going. Imagine the fate of those people. If only I could control myself from giving out unsolicited advices on bus routes.
Anyway, below are bus numbers and buildings and establishments that I am PRETTY SURE will be part of their respective route.
Buses that pass along Hamdan Street:
These buses were the first buses I have taken when I first came here in Abu Dhabi. I had some adventures with these buses. Here's to hoping that a few of us will no longer get lost.
Bus No. 5 - Along Hamdan Street, If you need to to Central Souk, Hamdan Center, Al Noor Hospital, Ahlia Hospital, Spinneys Corniche, Corniche and Marina Mall
Bus No. 8 - only a part of Hamdan Street, turns to Madinat Zayed where Taza is located, Lifeline Hospital then Electra Street. It will go straight to Khalidiya area turns left of Shining Tower and Khalidiya Mall.
Bus No. 54 - along Hamdan Street, Central Souk then turns to Airport Road. This bus will pass through Al Wahda Mall and go straight to Muroor behind Mushrif Mall. If you need to go to Dusit Thani Hotel and Abu Dhabi bus station this is the bus number.
Bus No. 11 - it will pass along Passport road (if I am correct) this is the street where Al Wahda mall is located. It will also go to Spinneys Corniche, Corniche and Marina Mall.
Bus No. 34 - Along Muroor road, Al Wahda Mall, Abu Dhabi bus station, Dusit Thani Hotel
Bus No. 44 - this bus will pass by a potion of Muroor road and after Police College will turn towards Airport road and will pass by Mushriff mall then Karama St., (if you need to go to CosmeSurge clinic this is the bus). It will also pass by Electra Street.
Bus No. 56 - Muroor Road, Dusit Thani Hotel, Abu Dhabi Bus Station and Al Wahda Mall
That's it for now. I hope this helps though. If not you can't go wrong if you ask the driver if it passes through the establishment you are going or fellow passengers. Just make sure its not me though. *wink*
Anyway, below are bus numbers and buildings and establishments that I am PRETTY SURE will be part of their respective route.
Buses that pass along Hamdan Street:
These buses were the first buses I have taken when I first came here in Abu Dhabi. I had some adventures with these buses. Here's to hoping that a few of us will no longer get lost.
Bus No. 5 - Along Hamdan Street, If you need to to Central Souk, Hamdan Center, Al Noor Hospital, Ahlia Hospital, Spinneys Corniche, Corniche and Marina Mall
Bus No. 8 - only a part of Hamdan Street, turns to Madinat Zayed where Taza is located, Lifeline Hospital then Electra Street. It will go straight to Khalidiya area turns left of Shining Tower and Khalidiya Mall.
Bus No. 54 - along Hamdan Street, Central Souk then turns to Airport Road. This bus will pass through Al Wahda Mall and go straight to Muroor behind Mushrif Mall. If you need to go to Dusit Thani Hotel and Abu Dhabi bus station this is the bus number.
Bus No. 11 - it will pass along Passport road (if I am correct) this is the street where Al Wahda mall is located. It will also go to Spinneys Corniche, Corniche and Marina Mall.
Bus No. 34 - Along Muroor road, Al Wahda Mall, Abu Dhabi bus station, Dusit Thani Hotel
Bus No. 44 - this bus will pass by a potion of Muroor road and after Police College will turn towards Airport road and will pass by Mushriff mall then Karama St., (if you need to go to CosmeSurge clinic this is the bus). It will also pass by Electra Street.
Bus No. 56 - Muroor Road, Dusit Thani Hotel, Abu Dhabi Bus Station and Al Wahda Mall
That's it for now. I hope this helps though. If not you can't go wrong if you ask the driver if it passes through the establishment you are going or fellow passengers. Just make sure its not me though. *wink*
Monday, December 29, 2014
Around Bangkok in 3 Days
Normally, exploring a city would take more than a week to fully enjoy the place, the culture and the people. But for some people who doesn't have the luxury of an extended vacation, a week is already too long. Here's our sprint in the City of Angels - Bangkok, Thailand.
Bangkok was initially just our 4-hour layover from UAE going to Australia, but since we have a GC bound to expire soon, we decided to use it and spend additional 3 days in the city on our way back to UAE. Our flight to Bangkok was on a Sunday at 4:00 pm. I wanted to start our "sprint" with the Chatuchak Market unfortunately the traffic took us almost an hour to reach our hotel so the Sunday market was immediately off the list to visit.
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Bangkok was initially just our 4-hour layover from UAE going to Australia, but since we have a GC bound to expire soon, we decided to use it and spend additional 3 days in the city on our way back to UAE. Our flight to Bangkok was on a Sunday at 4:00 pm. I wanted to start our "sprint" with the Chatuchak Market unfortunately the traffic took us almost an hour to reach our hotel so the Sunday market was immediately off the list to visit.
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Thursday, December 18, 2014
Bangkok: Foodie's Paradise
Asian food has always been a good motivation to eat out. And among the Asian cuisines, Thai is always a winner. A few months back, we were lucky to travel and celebrate three important occasions, my niece's birthday, our initial entry and my birthday. Our last stop of that entire journey was Bangkok, Thailand.
If it weren't for a free accommodations we wouldn't have considered adding this country in our itinerary. But since its expiring very soon, decided to do it. Anyway, another reason to explore a new culture is a good excuse to extend a vacation.
I have been to Bangkok many years ago, with the whole family. Back then, DIY vacation was not really a thing, so we spent most of our time hopping in and out of vans to visit every tourist attractions of the city. We did a little exploring on areas near the hotel and the ones my parents were familiar with. But this trip, my husband and I did most of the adventurous on-the-budget tourists do, DIY.
Maybe I should break down my posts into two. This post will focus mainly on the food and the next one will be on how to go to places, well not all places in Bangkok just the ones in our itinerary. So food!
Before leaving for Bangkok, I had to do some mega research on where and what to try in the city. I'm a huge huge fan of Pad Thai despite it being seafood laden and I'm allergic to it. Good thing though I can order chicken instead of shrimp.
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| Pad Thai vendor |
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Saying Goodbye to an Alma Mater
I would have continued enumerating my Marisian highlights as what I have previously posted, but then I have a changed of heart.
It would be so fun to share more stories on how our speech lab gives me the creeps or the mysterious happenings during camping inside the campus. The gossips and food shared on the red table that is not really red. Or on how it never occurred to me why that space on the third floor of the library building is called Admin Bldg. I could go on but then the inevitable point came where I needed to move out of that zone. Yes, graduating.
In as much as most kids these days just can't wait to grow up and be a kolehiya, they don't really know what it is like to be a grown up. They think they know - being a grown up means you have to be responsible. Being a grown up you have to make decisions. Being a grown up is just plain boring.
Saying goodbye to Stella Maris was bittersweet. High school was so much fun. Well for me it was. High school meant I'm in that point where I can plan for my future but still remain childish. I could joke around with my teachers and not be scared being graded while doing so ( I think!). I have discovered that treating your teacher as some sort of a friend than a witch is much better for my learning.
Graduation could mean a lot of things for anybody It was the culmination of all your hard work. If it was enough for you to enter the world of collegiate. It also means that you have to pass certain points to get into your preferred course. It means you have to march on that stage with your head held high while your parents vigorously clap their hands knowing you have yet made a milestone in their plan for your future. Graduation means you are almost ready to be an adult.
But for me graduation was something else, it was saying goodbye to all the 139 faces I see everyday for the past 12 years. It was giving more space on the red table so somebody else could form friendships there. It was returning all books so somebody else could learn from it too and perhaps doodle a little on the edges. It was dancing one last time on the dirt covered ground for our field demo. Pockets of good memories that could be a good topic when you meet up with old friends in the future. That is just for me, I don't know what other 139 memories my classmates have in their pockets.
One thing is for certain though, we have one common memory that I am pretty sure that we will never ever forget. Our graduation song. You see, in Stella Maris we don't just adapt any inspiring song to be sung during our graduation rites, we make them. So here is our graduation song, well just the lyrics, which sometimes I find myself singing while in the shower.
And the song still rings truth. We may have all went our separate ways but a Marisian will always be a brother or a sister to the rest of the Marisian community. So I guess it will never be a goodbye, maybe its just a see-you-later thing.
It would be so fun to share more stories on how our speech lab gives me the creeps or the mysterious happenings during camping inside the campus. The gossips and food shared on the red table that is not really red. Or on how it never occurred to me why that space on the third floor of the library building is called Admin Bldg. I could go on but then the inevitable point came where I needed to move out of that zone. Yes, graduating.
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| UCB - United Chrysolite Babes and Bugoys |
In as much as most kids these days just can't wait to grow up and be a kolehiya, they don't really know what it is like to be a grown up. They think they know - being a grown up means you have to be responsible. Being a grown up you have to make decisions. Being a grown up is just plain boring.
Saying goodbye to Stella Maris was bittersweet. High school was so much fun. Well for me it was. High school meant I'm in that point where I can plan for my future but still remain childish. I could joke around with my teachers and not be scared being graded while doing so ( I think!). I have discovered that treating your teacher as some sort of a friend than a witch is much better for my learning.
Graduation could mean a lot of things for anybody It was the culmination of all your hard work. If it was enough for you to enter the world of collegiate. It also means that you have to pass certain points to get into your preferred course. It means you have to march on that stage with your head held high while your parents vigorously clap their hands knowing you have yet made a milestone in their plan for your future. Graduation means you are almost ready to be an adult.
But for me graduation was something else, it was saying goodbye to all the 139 faces I see everyday for the past 12 years. It was giving more space on the red table so somebody else could form friendships there. It was returning all books so somebody else could learn from it too and perhaps doodle a little on the edges. It was dancing one last time on the dirt covered ground for our field demo. Pockets of good memories that could be a good topic when you meet up with old friends in the future. That is just for me, I don't know what other 139 memories my classmates have in their pockets.
One thing is for certain though, we have one common memory that I am pretty sure that we will never ever forget. Our graduation song. You see, in Stella Maris we don't just adapt any inspiring song to be sung during our graduation rites, we make them. So here is our graduation song, well just the lyrics, which sometimes I find myself singing while in the shower.
A Graduate's Farewell
by: Carnelian Class'96-'97
Look at us
See what we have become
Feel our pride and happiness
See how far we have gone
We have reached the end of the path
Here lies the crossroads of life
Another adventure is about to begin
But do we have to say goodbye?
When the roads are too many
And we're too confused to choose
There is his rod to aid
And keep our pace
And wherever these roads roads lead
However far
Forget me not my friend as you and I
Reach our lives farthest star
Everybody bidding goodbye
Going ahead with their own journey
But I love you my dear friend
And before you leave
I have something to say
Through the blowing winds of time
We will leave nothing behind
(some lines missing...sorry)
Look at us..see what we have become
And the song still rings truth. We may have all went our separate ways but a Marisian will always be a brother or a sister to the rest of the Marisian community. So I guess it will never be a goodbye, maybe its just a see-you-later thing.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
The Marisian Life
It's funny how you sometimes do pieces of writing about little things that reminds you of a colorful childhood and it ended up being shared... like a lot? It's overwhelmingly scary. But in a good way...I think. I write stuff and after I think it is decent enough to reread for later I throw it into the cyber void hoping that nobody will find it. (I'm weird that way).
Anyway! To continue my celebration of my coral year as an acceptable human being, this is my last piece on the place I have spent 12 years of my life outside my home. My second home - Stella Maris.
When I posted the previous piece, a lot of my friends and classmates commented on what they miss about Stella, so I'm compiling my top 20 and it is probably the same thing as most of the Marisian readers.
1. Buying a ruler from the cashier is a very daunting task. It was in 2nd grade, when an activity requires a ruler and I left mine at home. But since I will be needing it in the afternoon I still have time to get one without going home. P.S. I don't know how to get home because I take a carpool so going home is not in the list of my options. So during recess I rushed to the cashier's office and bought a ruler or at least tried buying.
Me: "Ms. Teves tag-ilan ang ruler?"
Ms. Teves: "Walang tag-ilan dito!" (and bangs her window)
second attempt (lunch break):
Me: "Ms. Teves, may ruler po kayo?"
Ms. Teves: "Meron. Ilan?"
Me: " Isa lang po. Tag-ilan?" (bang! the window closed again)
So what seems to be the problem??? Maybe Ms. Teves doesn't like me. I ended up asking my classmate to buy one for me instead.
2. The pseudo artist. Still in 2nd grade, it was a Thursday and our teacher informed us that we will be drawing our favorite animal the next day, so we need to bring our drawing materials. The ever prepared me did more than that. I asked my Tatay to draw me a rabbit which of course I submitted the following day. My teacher was so impressed so she posted "my" drawing on the best drawing board along with two other drawings. Not only that, since she was so impressed she entered me to this inter-section drawing competition. I was so mortified. During the contest I was sweating profusely and the the thought of drawing stick people during the contest was just plain embarrassing. So what should I do??? I fainted. The end.
3. The Bell. I can't remember what grade level I was then, but there was this thing that everybody does when the bell rings during recess or lunch break. Nope, we don't break dance, we did the opposite. We freeze. Whatever you are doing, when the bell rings you just have to stop. It was weird but everybody in the school did it. It was funny. I could imagine those who were drinking from fountain when the bell rings.
4. Toilet particulars. I have developed an early hint of OCD when it comes to comfort rooms. I must say it all started when I was introduced to the elementary CR. It was dark, dank and dingy. The triple D. And it stinks like big time. I wonder why. And so, I have used my "tall-ish" feature and sneaked into the high school CR when I needed to tinkle. One time, during recess, I slipped into the high school CR when the bell rang, I did my business hurriedly inside the cubicle and ran outside. And I noticed that some of the people were giving me funny looks while some sniggered. When I reached the line I realized that my skirt accidentally got inserted in my ruffled knickers. Yes. Red-face moment.
5. Jeepers cleaners. A section is divided into 5 groups that are assigned to clean the classroom at the end of the day. Whoever is the leader will be a powerful individual. I think, the cleaner leader and the class president almost have the same power. You know why? You have the power to report a classmate to the teacher. Whoever escapes cleaning will be punished. That's how serious cleaning is in Stella is. :) I was so dedicated in cleaning that in 6th grade, I volunteered to clean the classroom during lunch break. During lunch breaks all classrooms are closed/locked but since our classroom was at the newly added wing to the school and our teachers stayed during the break, we can go up there and clean. Unfortunately for us, the janitor saw us and reported us to the prefect. I cried so hard when we were sent to the office of the school's Prefect. It was my first time but not the last. As punishment, we swept the hallway floor from entrance to the canteen. Traumatic.
6. The Talisay tree. The school ground is surrounded by big Talisay trees. And each tree has this concrete bench around it. It serves as a hangout place for everybody. But there are two or three particular Talisay trees that breed the most hideous "til-as" ever. When it gets in contact with your skin it is crazy itchy. I have only loved those kind of trees when I reached high school. The two trees fronting the high school building are the best places to copy assignments and people watch.
7. Cheering grandslam. We never won. No matter how cute our cheer leaders were. Or no matter how loud we were. No matter how funny our cheers were. We just can't have the title of a winning batch. This is probably a curse. Curse of the Che Che Bole.
8. The short cut. When an additional wing was built at back of the existing elementary building, a short cut was made so you don't have to go down just to go to the next building. Rumor has it that a white lady guards that pathway. That's why I never pass that short cut alone because I sort of believe it. Or maybe because I'm just a scaredy cat.
9. Chit or Cheat or Cheet. I will never know the correct spelling. This is the money we used during special events in school a.k.a. Sportsfest and Foundation day. Its one of the events in school I usually look forward to because I don't get to wear my uniform and we can buy junk foods that are usually sold outside the school. But we don't use the real money, we change it into this sort of play money thing. We call it "chit/cheat/cheet" I don't know where the term originated.
10. The first time I fell in love. No! Not with a boy! I fell in love with books. Who knew about love during elementary days?! I haven't discovered comb at that time yet. Books just took me to places. That was the time when I wanted to be as adventurous as Nancy Drew or have a twin like Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield. And this affair with the books have flourished until now and I think my friends still think I earmark the parts of "the birds and the bees."
So I have to cut the list short and make another post. Like Harry Potter, Hunger Games and even Twilight have to cut their final chapter into two movies. It's not because I wanted more attention (you think?!) but the post is too long already and I'm probably boring you. So, off to the next page!
Anyway! To continue my celebration of my coral year as an acceptable human being, this is my last piece on the place I have spent 12 years of my life outside my home. My second home - Stella Maris.
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| My prep Class Picture - Section Butterball |
When I posted the previous piece, a lot of my friends and classmates commented on what they miss about Stella, so I'm compiling my top 20 and it is probably the same thing as most of the Marisian readers.
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| Grade 1 Cosmos (The Talisay tree behind is the only tree that doesn't have "til-as" - yes because it has no leaves and its probably dead already) |
1. Buying a ruler from the cashier is a very daunting task. It was in 2nd grade, when an activity requires a ruler and I left mine at home. But since I will be needing it in the afternoon I still have time to get one without going home. P.S. I don't know how to get home because I take a carpool so going home is not in the list of my options. So during recess I rushed to the cashier's office and bought a ruler or at least tried buying.
Me: "Ms. Teves tag-ilan ang ruler?"
Ms. Teves: "Walang tag-ilan dito!" (and bangs her window)
second attempt (lunch break):
Me: "Ms. Teves, may ruler po kayo?"
Ms. Teves: "Meron. Ilan?"
Me: " Isa lang po. Tag-ilan?" (bang! the window closed again)
So what seems to be the problem??? Maybe Ms. Teves doesn't like me. I ended up asking my classmate to buy one for me instead.
2. The pseudo artist. Still in 2nd grade, it was a Thursday and our teacher informed us that we will be drawing our favorite animal the next day, so we need to bring our drawing materials. The ever prepared me did more than that. I asked my Tatay to draw me a rabbit which of course I submitted the following day. My teacher was so impressed so she posted "my" drawing on the best drawing board along with two other drawings. Not only that, since she was so impressed she entered me to this inter-section drawing competition. I was so mortified. During the contest I was sweating profusely and the the thought of drawing stick people during the contest was just plain embarrassing. So what should I do??? I fainted. The end.
3. The Bell. I can't remember what grade level I was then, but there was this thing that everybody does when the bell rings during recess or lunch break. Nope, we don't break dance, we did the opposite. We freeze. Whatever you are doing, when the bell rings you just have to stop. It was weird but everybody in the school did it. It was funny. I could imagine those who were drinking from fountain when the bell rings.
4. Toilet particulars. I have developed an early hint of OCD when it comes to comfort rooms. I must say it all started when I was introduced to the elementary CR. It was dark, dank and dingy. The triple D. And it stinks like big time. I wonder why. And so, I have used my "tall-ish" feature and sneaked into the high school CR when I needed to tinkle. One time, during recess, I slipped into the high school CR when the bell rang, I did my business hurriedly inside the cubicle and ran outside. And I noticed that some of the people were giving me funny looks while some sniggered. When I reached the line I realized that my skirt accidentally got inserted in my ruffled knickers. Yes. Red-face moment.
5. Jeepers cleaners. A section is divided into 5 groups that are assigned to clean the classroom at the end of the day. Whoever is the leader will be a powerful individual. I think, the cleaner leader and the class president almost have the same power. You know why? You have the power to report a classmate to the teacher. Whoever escapes cleaning will be punished. That's how serious cleaning is in Stella is. :) I was so dedicated in cleaning that in 6th grade, I volunteered to clean the classroom during lunch break. During lunch breaks all classrooms are closed/locked but since our classroom was at the newly added wing to the school and our teachers stayed during the break, we can go up there and clean. Unfortunately for us, the janitor saw us and reported us to the prefect. I cried so hard when we were sent to the office of the school's Prefect. It was my first time but not the last. As punishment, we swept the hallway floor from entrance to the canteen. Traumatic.
6. The Talisay tree. The school ground is surrounded by big Talisay trees. And each tree has this concrete bench around it. It serves as a hangout place for everybody. But there are two or three particular Talisay trees that breed the most hideous "til-as" ever. When it gets in contact with your skin it is crazy itchy. I have only loved those kind of trees when I reached high school. The two trees fronting the high school building are the best places to copy assignments and people watch.
7. Cheering grandslam. We never won. No matter how cute our cheer leaders were. Or no matter how loud we were. No matter how funny our cheers were. We just can't have the title of a winning batch. This is probably a curse. Curse of the Che Che Bole.
8. The short cut. When an additional wing was built at back of the existing elementary building, a short cut was made so you don't have to go down just to go to the next building. Rumor has it that a white lady guards that pathway. That's why I never pass that short cut alone because I sort of believe it. Or maybe because I'm just a scaredy cat.
9. Chit or Cheat or Cheet. I will never know the correct spelling. This is the money we used during special events in school a.k.a. Sportsfest and Foundation day. Its one of the events in school I usually look forward to because I don't get to wear my uniform and we can buy junk foods that are usually sold outside the school. But we don't use the real money, we change it into this sort of play money thing. We call it "chit/cheat/cheet" I don't know where the term originated.
10. The first time I fell in love. No! Not with a boy! I fell in love with books. Who knew about love during elementary days?! I haven't discovered comb at that time yet. Books just took me to places. That was the time when I wanted to be as adventurous as Nancy Drew or have a twin like Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield. And this affair with the books have flourished until now and I think my friends still think I earmark the parts of "the birds and the bees."
So I have to cut the list short and make another post. Like Harry Potter, Hunger Games and even Twilight have to cut their final chapter into two movies. It's not because I wanted more attention (you think?!) but the post is too long already and I'm probably boring you. So, off to the next page!
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
How I Survived Chinese School
It was 1986 while the Philippines was still singing the theme song for People's Power, my parents realized that having me ran around the entire day will only bring more scabs on my knees and nothing else. So they have decided to enroll me to this good school that could probably give me the right education I need and be a productive citizen in the future - a Chinese School.
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| Me and my kababata Miss J |
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Tuesday, September 2, 2014
5 Realizations Before Turning 10
I love mornings. Everyday while I'm preparing breakfast, I can look out of our kitchen window and see our neighbor's help doing about their usual morning routine. At around 7:15 am a lady will go out from a smaller building behind the main house which I assume is the kitchen carrying a huge tray with some food on it. It is probably food as it was covered with shiny cloches. Then after some time a man will also walk by from another small building still at the back of the main house carrying a big garbage bag, he'll take the service gate which is near the servant's quarter going outside the compound to throw whatever he was carrying. Like clockwork, I witness the same routine every morning. Its nice watching them do their chores unaware of me watching them. After typing this I feel like I'm already invading their privacy. Oh well.
Where was I? Yes, mornings. I love it. It reminds me of waking up in our house in Davao city. At 5:30 am our house is already bustling with ordered chaos. We have a bakery attached to our house. So pandesal and a lot of other noises greet us in the morning. Pandesal served piping hot for only 0.50 pesos. At least that's how I last remembered it. *Sigh* Simple life. How I long to have those days again.
In a few days from now, I'll reach my coral year. Yes, I am way up there already. And the number just reminds me a lot of things, like simpler things. Back then before I turned 10 years old there are just some things I should have not taken for granted.
Realization No. 1: I am a girl and not a boy. Before I was introduced to dolls and kerokeropi, I like playing with guns and running around with the boys in our village. My Tatay made me this wooden toy gun which I put inside my pockets like you do to a holster. I would wear a maong jacket and a fisherman hat and chase the boys like Fernando Poe Jr. or Erap Estrada would do in the movies. (Sorry Robin Padilla and Jeric Raval came into the picture at a later year.) My nanny would chase me while I ran and climb the gate to play with the village boys in the afternoon just to skip afternoon naps which then leads me to my realization number 2.
Realization No.2: I should have taken those afternoon naps, maybe I would have been taller than I am right now *wink*. Before the time of cable televisions, iPads, Xbox and what not, playing outside the entire day until its dark is the most important part of my daily life. But this realization took quite some time because while in elementary I was tall. I mean, I'm one of the tallest girls in class. When we line up for the flag ceremony I always stand at the back as I am taller. While my grade level increase my place in the line moves further in the front. I ended up as one of the smallest in our class by the time I graduated high school. Bummer.
Realization No.3: Remember I mentioned above that we play until it was dark? Part of my activity then was also reading outside. Not books of course but comics! And when I say comics not Archie and His Friends comics but those comics with 10 pages that are sold in sari-sari stores. A small store near our house sells cigarettes, candies and other grocery stuffs display this kind of comics. For those born during the 80's I guess the Tagalog Klasiks, Pinoy Klasiks, Komedi will sound familiar. I'd stay outside that store pretending to man the store for the old lady, and if she's not looking I'll take one of those comics and read it under a very dim street light. I ended up wearing glasses at an early age. Realization conclusion, I should have ran away with it and read it inside our brightly lit house.
Realization No. 4: There are boys and there are other kind of boys. In kindergarten, I think I had my first crush. He was this frail looking boy who sits in front of me. In preschool, we are required to sit on the floor cross legged and since I was a bit "taller" I sit at the back. I stare at the back of his head everyday and it makes me smile when he turns around and looks at me with those big round eyes. I remember one time he touched my hand while he was talking (I can't remember what we were talking about probably something to do with boogers and all), I can still remember my face warmed when he touched me (yes I developed those feeling early on, I blame the Filipino comics). He was a talkative boy and laughs a lot and dances a lot. One time because we were so noisy our teacher wouldn't let us go home so the girls started crying and he, well he just started doing the same but in a chicken-dance way. My teacher was so angry she pulled him using her wooden cane ( I think that incident should have been reported). So he cried more. Among the boys he was the only one who cried.
Realization No. 5: Never skip on eating rice. You know how are kids are during dinner time. Very unpredictable. One minute they like fried chicken the next time they think its poison. I was one of those kids. One night, my nanay won't let us drink our Milo if we didn't finish our dinner. I don't feel like eating rice then because well, I'm a kid. My sister, good girl that she is, cried while she forced herself to swallow spoonfuls of rice and chicken. While scheming me, got another plate took a tablespoon of rice smeared it on the new plate and ran to my nanay to show her I finished my plate. She clapped happily and was about to make me some Milo when she saw my original plate. Yes, I got an earful of loving words. Now, as much as I want to eat as many rice as I can cook, I just can't anymore. No, I'm not allergic. Let's just say rice makes me swell like a balloon.
Where was I? Yes, mornings. I love it. It reminds me of waking up in our house in Davao city. At 5:30 am our house is already bustling with ordered chaos. We have a bakery attached to our house. So pandesal and a lot of other noises greet us in the morning. Pandesal served piping hot for only 0.50 pesos. At least that's how I last remembered it. *Sigh* Simple life. How I long to have those days again.
In a few days from now, I'll reach my coral year. Yes, I am way up there already. And the number just reminds me a lot of things, like simpler things. Back then before I turned 10 years old there are just some things I should have not taken for granted.
Realization No. 1: I am a girl and not a boy. Before I was introduced to dolls and kerokeropi, I like playing with guns and running around with the boys in our village. My Tatay made me this wooden toy gun which I put inside my pockets like you do to a holster. I would wear a maong jacket and a fisherman hat and chase the boys like Fernando Poe Jr. or Erap Estrada would do in the movies. (Sorry Robin Padilla and Jeric Raval came into the picture at a later year.) My nanny would chase me while I ran and climb the gate to play with the village boys in the afternoon just to skip afternoon naps which then leads me to my realization number 2.
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| Photo taken from the Net |
Realization No.2: I should have taken those afternoon naps, maybe I would have been taller than I am right now *wink*. Before the time of cable televisions, iPads, Xbox and what not, playing outside the entire day until its dark is the most important part of my daily life. But this realization took quite some time because while in elementary I was tall. I mean, I'm one of the tallest girls in class. When we line up for the flag ceremony I always stand at the back as I am taller. While my grade level increase my place in the line moves further in the front. I ended up as one of the smallest in our class by the time I graduated high school. Bummer.
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| Photo taken from the net (I'm not this cute) |
Realization No.3: Remember I mentioned above that we play until it was dark? Part of my activity then was also reading outside. Not books of course but comics! And when I say comics not Archie and His Friends comics but those comics with 10 pages that are sold in sari-sari stores. A small store near our house sells cigarettes, candies and other grocery stuffs display this kind of comics. For those born during the 80's I guess the Tagalog Klasiks, Pinoy Klasiks, Komedi will sound familiar. I'd stay outside that store pretending to man the store for the old lady, and if she's not looking I'll take one of those comics and read it under a very dim street light. I ended up wearing glasses at an early age. Realization conclusion, I should have ran away with it and read it inside our brightly lit house.
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| Photo taken from the net |
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| Photo taken from the net |
Realization No. 4: There are boys and there are other kind of boys. In kindergarten, I think I had my first crush. He was this frail looking boy who sits in front of me. In preschool, we are required to sit on the floor cross legged and since I was a bit "taller" I sit at the back. I stare at the back of his head everyday and it makes me smile when he turns around and looks at me with those big round eyes. I remember one time he touched my hand while he was talking (I can't remember what we were talking about probably something to do with boogers and all), I can still remember my face warmed when he touched me (yes I developed those feeling early on, I blame the Filipino comics). He was a talkative boy and laughs a lot and dances a lot. One time because we were so noisy our teacher wouldn't let us go home so the girls started crying and he, well he just started doing the same but in a chicken-dance way. My teacher was so angry she pulled him using her wooden cane ( I think that incident should have been reported). So he cried more. Among the boys he was the only one who cried.
Realization No. 5: Never skip on eating rice. You know how are kids are during dinner time. Very unpredictable. One minute they like fried chicken the next time they think its poison. I was one of those kids. One night, my nanay won't let us drink our Milo if we didn't finish our dinner. I don't feel like eating rice then because well, I'm a kid. My sister, good girl that she is, cried while she forced herself to swallow spoonfuls of rice and chicken. While scheming me, got another plate took a tablespoon of rice smeared it on the new plate and ran to my nanay to show her I finished my plate. She clapped happily and was about to make me some Milo when she saw my original plate. Yes, I got an earful of loving words. Now, as much as I want to eat as many rice as I can cook, I just can't anymore. No, I'm not allergic. Let's just say rice makes me swell like a balloon.
Monday, September 1, 2014
My First Almost Hala Bira!
It has been discussed a hundred times in school and more during family dinners even the news features it during January but I never get to experienced it until this year - 2014. In the Philippines, January holds one of the most prestigious festival in the country. This festival is in honor of the child Jesus or commonly known as the Sto. Nino. Most provinces in Visayas celebrate this feast on a Sunday of January.
The festival's highlight is when the Sto. Nino is brought out from the convent into the Main Church and the tribal dance parade. Plenty of the locals flock the church to witness the Sto. Nino and to have the chance to touch the statue for healing powers. It was believed that if you touched the statue you will be healed with any illnesses.
Luckily, I have relatives to take us to the church and take part in the ceremony. After a short ride from Boracay pier, we were fetched by my cousin to go straight to Ibajay. That is my father's hometown and where the Ati-Atihan will take place. Before you get confuse, Ati-Atihan in Aklan is celebrated on different Sundays depending on the town. It is common knowledge that Ati-Atihan is on January 15 but this is only in the city of Kalibo Aklan. For Ibajay, it is on the 3rd Sunday of January. We were there on the day before the festival so just in time that the Sto. Nino will be brought out of the convent.
We arrived at the church around 11 am. This is usually the time the Sto. Nino will be carried to the Church from the Convent. The church ground was teeming with locals and tourists who are all dancing in the drum beats of the bands who are basically circling the church. It was loud, hot and sticky but the atmosphere is just amazing. Everybody was dancing and smiling. Some people were already smeared with "uling." It is a ground charcoal wet with water and is used as make-up during the festival. While me and my husband were looking too clean, a lot of passers-by smeared us with "uling." My husband got more uling on his face than I did. To think he was taller than most average Filipinos there, people reached out to put some uling on his face. Well, good for him.
When the Sto. Nino was carried out, people followed it inside the church, my cousin told me we should get inside and hopefully touch the statue. The throng of people inside the church was just too overwhelming. We were pushed in every direction. Good thing no stampede happened and I was not trampled over (which I was already thinking might happen during the entire course of being pushed inside the church). We were able to go near the Nino. I whispered a simple prayer when I received the shirt my husband threw to touch the statue. I haven't done this before but it won't hurt if I believe.
Unfortunately we were not able to stay longer as our flight going back to Manila was on the same day. Perhaps another year to witness the tribal dance and yes get to know my relatives in Ibajay more. Maybe the next time I come back my wish will already be granted and I'll get the chance to do the "sad-sad" and sing "hala bira!"
The festival's highlight is when the Sto. Nino is brought out from the convent into the Main Church and the tribal dance parade. Plenty of the locals flock the church to witness the Sto. Nino and to have the chance to touch the statue for healing powers. It was believed that if you touched the statue you will be healed with any illnesses.
Luckily, I have relatives to take us to the church and take part in the ceremony. After a short ride from Boracay pier, we were fetched by my cousin to go straight to Ibajay. That is my father's hometown and where the Ati-Atihan will take place. Before you get confuse, Ati-Atihan in Aklan is celebrated on different Sundays depending on the town. It is common knowledge that Ati-Atihan is on January 15 but this is only in the city of Kalibo Aklan. For Ibajay, it is on the 3rd Sunday of January. We were there on the day before the festival so just in time that the Sto. Nino will be brought out of the convent.
We arrived at the church around 11 am. This is usually the time the Sto. Nino will be carried to the Church from the Convent. The church ground was teeming with locals and tourists who are all dancing in the drum beats of the bands who are basically circling the church. It was loud, hot and sticky but the atmosphere is just amazing. Everybody was dancing and smiling. Some people were already smeared with "uling." It is a ground charcoal wet with water and is used as make-up during the festival. While me and my husband were looking too clean, a lot of passers-by smeared us with "uling." My husband got more uling on his face than I did. To think he was taller than most average Filipinos there, people reached out to put some uling on his face. Well, good for him.
When the Sto. Nino was carried out, people followed it inside the church, my cousin told me we should get inside and hopefully touch the statue. The throng of people inside the church was just too overwhelming. We were pushed in every direction. Good thing no stampede happened and I was not trampled over (which I was already thinking might happen during the entire course of being pushed inside the church). We were able to go near the Nino. I whispered a simple prayer when I received the shirt my husband threw to touch the statue. I haven't done this before but it won't hurt if I believe.
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Fun Under the Boracay Sun
Today was one sweaty day. After a tedious house hunting, smooth shifting and finally settling in, I was able to do more of my regular chores now. One of which was doing some bank visits, so I have to venture the desert heat. And it was absolutely torturous. Good thing though it was windy and I have my handy umbrella to keep me shaded. The warm wind and the scorching sun reminded me of our short getaway to the island where the party runs 24 hours - yes, it is Philippine's very own Boracay.
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Monday, May 5, 2014
The Life-In-Abu-Dhabi Calculator: Chapter 4 - Food and Grocery
Once you have settled in to your little comfort zone. Next to consider is how to feed your tummy. We don't want to forget that. Food is the most basic necessity of every living and breathing entity.
If you are the cooking type, it will help you save a lot in your daily expenditures. Most Filipino opt to cook as ingredients are cheaper and almost everything is available. If you are just renting a bed space some landlords/caretaker lend their cooking utensils to the renters. The thing is you have to wait for your turn if in case one tenant is using it. So if you have extra cash buy yourself a small rice cooker, a small sauce pan and a frying pan.
Some of the things you would also be needing are spoon and fork, a mug, some bed sheets, blanket and pillow case. There are some bed space that only provide mattress so you need to buy a pillow too. Before using the provided mattress check with bed bugs. It is a must. Before I came here I didn't know what bed bugs were (don't judge!). So my first week, my legs were full of red blotches. I thought it was just allergy, turned out I was feeding a huge population of bed bugs on our new mattress!! The mattress was new but the place we rented was just full of bed bugs. I guess they were there first before we did. We have actually invaded their space.
So where to buy these stuff?
Abu Dhabi is full of grocery stores and supermarkets. So you can choose where ever you want to buy your groceries from. For specialty stores there are some small grocery shops that sell ethnic ingredients. For Filipino ingredients the go to place is the Green House and Queen Saba. There are two Green House stores in the city one is corner of Najda St., and Electra St and one is along the old airport road. The Queen Saba store is in Tourist Club Area behind Al Salama Hospital.
Before we used to have a flatmate who is from Kazakhstan and she usually cooks her native dishes over the weekend. Ingredients were particularly difficult to find in local groceries and she told me, she got it from a store near Russian Embassy. I don't know the name of the store, so if you are looking for some Russian ingredients or cooked meals have a little tour around Russian Embassy area in Hamdan.
For Chinese ingredients, there is a Chinese store along Salam St., They have almost everything you need when you want to make your own "shabu-shabu" at home. For Indian ingredients most of it are readily available in big supermarkets. It is the same for Thai but a wider range of spices and sauces are available in Choitram.
So how much are you going to allot for the necessities? Here are some of the prices of grocery stuff as of 24 April 2014:
Small rice cooker - price starts at AED 49 and up, depending on the size and brand.
Sauce pan - price starts at AED 15 and up
Frying pan - price starts at AED 15 and up
bed sheet - price starts at AED 10 and up, depending on the size
blanket - price starts at AED 10 and up, depending on the size
pillow - price starts at AED 15
Jasmine rice - AED 27.00
egg - AED 3.75 for 6 pieces pack
milk - AED 4.50 for tetrapak and AED 5.50 for bottled fresh milk
cooking oil - AED 6.50
coffee - AED 15.90 for Nescafe three in one box of 28 pieces
chicken - AED 9.00 for whole frozen chicken 800-1000 grams a piece.
If you are the cooking type, it will help you save a lot in your daily expenditures. Most Filipino opt to cook as ingredients are cheaper and almost everything is available. If you are just renting a bed space some landlords/caretaker lend their cooking utensils to the renters. The thing is you have to wait for your turn if in case one tenant is using it. So if you have extra cash buy yourself a small rice cooker, a small sauce pan and a frying pan.
Some of the things you would also be needing are spoon and fork, a mug, some bed sheets, blanket and pillow case. There are some bed space that only provide mattress so you need to buy a pillow too. Before using the provided mattress check with bed bugs. It is a must. Before I came here I didn't know what bed bugs were (don't judge!). So my first week, my legs were full of red blotches. I thought it was just allergy, turned out I was feeding a huge population of bed bugs on our new mattress!! The mattress was new but the place we rented was just full of bed bugs. I guess they were there first before we did. We have actually invaded their space.
So where to buy these stuff?
Abu Dhabi is full of grocery stores and supermarkets. So you can choose where ever you want to buy your groceries from. For specialty stores there are some small grocery shops that sell ethnic ingredients. For Filipino ingredients the go to place is the Green House and Queen Saba. There are two Green House stores in the city one is corner of Najda St., and Electra St and one is along the old airport road. The Queen Saba store is in Tourist Club Area behind Al Salama Hospital.
Before we used to have a flatmate who is from Kazakhstan and she usually cooks her native dishes over the weekend. Ingredients were particularly difficult to find in local groceries and she told me, she got it from a store near Russian Embassy. I don't know the name of the store, so if you are looking for some Russian ingredients or cooked meals have a little tour around Russian Embassy area in Hamdan.
For Chinese ingredients, there is a Chinese store along Salam St., They have almost everything you need when you want to make your own "shabu-shabu" at home. For Indian ingredients most of it are readily available in big supermarkets. It is the same for Thai but a wider range of spices and sauces are available in Choitram.
So how much are you going to allot for the necessities? Here are some of the prices of grocery stuff as of 24 April 2014:
Small rice cooker - price starts at AED 49 and up, depending on the size and brand.
Sauce pan - price starts at AED 15 and up
Frying pan - price starts at AED 15 and up
bed sheet - price starts at AED 10 and up, depending on the size
blanket - price starts at AED 10 and up, depending on the size
pillow - price starts at AED 15
Jasmine rice - AED 27.00
egg - AED 3.75 for 6 pieces pack
milk - AED 4.50 for tetrapak and AED 5.50 for bottled fresh milk
cooking oil - AED 6.50
coffee - AED 15.90 for Nescafe three in one box of 28 pieces
chicken - AED 9.00 for whole frozen chicken 800-1000 grams a piece.
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