Last Friday, the husband and I went to Dubai for a pre-anniversary date. We recently moved from Qatar to Abu Dhabi and the trip to Dubai would take about 2 hours via bus.
Travelling from Dubai to Abu Dhabi, you would have to get on a bus from Al Ghubaiba Bus Station and get on the E1 bus, which will take you to the Abu Dhabi Central Bus Station. You can also get on the E101 bus from the Ibn Battuta Bus Station, which will take you to the same bus station. Even though the Al Ghubaiba Station is much further than the Ibn Battuta Station when coming from Abu Dhabi, the bus fare would still be 25AED.
The friendly guys at the Metro Station handed out flyers informing the public about the temporary closure of the Nakheel Harbour and Tower Metro Station. The flyers briefly explain why the closure is necessary, with additional information on how to get on with your commute. Read on to find out more about the Free Shuttle Bus.
I like to read. I started off with reading Comics from the Sunday paper, then reading those captions underneath the photos in the newspapers. I liked how the writer would provide specific details on what was happening and getting to know who those people were. Having a highly imaginative brain, I would picture how the characters in whatever book I was reading would look like, how they wore their coat, sat down, smiled and even wondered if they had strange habits worth noting.
In elementary school, my mom would pack me two lunch bags. Bags, because that’s exactly what they were.
They looked kinda like the one pictured above, except that they were purple and had Dunkin’ Donuts plastered all over them. But they didn’t contain my lunch. One was filled with Hansel and Bingo biscuits and the other was filled with Zest-O juice packs. I listened to my mom when she’d give me instructions. I believed everything she said at that age. She told me that the Hansel and Bingo biscuits were worth 3 pesos per pack, and that the juice packs were 2.50 each. I have no idea how I sold my goods at school, but I went to school with a daily allowance of 10 pesos per day and came home with at least 35pesos to remit to my mother. I spent my daily allowance on a plastic bag of softdrinks and hotcakes.
For lunch, my parents would come by the school and bring us home for lunch. I sold my goods for a good few months till the PTA asked my mom to stop. Oh well.
When Ramadan started, it reminded me of how we spent the holy month in Zamboanga. In the afternoon, before Iftar, we would make some pancakes with flour, sugar and water. Then, you know those yellow pancakes that street vendors would sell outside the school? The ones that were slathered with margarine and sugar? The ones that smell soooo good? Well, I tried to start making those, but decided against it when I realized the amount of sugar involved.
So I decided to look for another recipe. If you’re interested on how to make this, stick around. 😉
This recipe is a base recipe for the pancakes that I make. I sometimes switch the flour for wheat flour, or add some chocolate powder (Milo) to the mix to make chocolate pancakes. Chocolate chips, bananas or blueberries make great pancake flavoring too. These are pretty much the fluffiest pancakes that I have made so far. I have no idea how the science works, but it works.
People are often surprised when they find out about my religious beliefs. And when they do, I usually get bombarded with questions, which sometimes become a bit offensive. However, being offensive is not their intention. It’s just that they lack the understanding and just needs a little enlightenment. Since they have the good notion of asking the questions, might as well answer them to the best that I can.
In my environment, the number of non-Muslims that I personally know even exceeds the number of my family. I even grew up in a private Catholic school at a time when Muslims were a great minority. Some people might think that we were at a great disadvantage because of the numbers. On the contrary, as children, religious discrimination did not exist for us, nor did we care about our differences. We were children who grew up together, became friends, and were taught to respect each other.
We didn’t have social media in elementary school, but now that Facebook exists, I managed to get connected with my former classmates and I am so happy to know that most of them are doing well nowadays.
08 June 2017 — My day started off with some good breakfast. Really good breakfast, as a matter of fact. Best breakfast I’ve actually had in a hostel. You may have read from a previous entry about the hostel. So for this morning, I had this lovely plate and some green tea. Just in case you were curious, that’s a sandwich made out of brown bread, cheese, and baked eggs, and ketchup of course. Sliced sausages dipped in ketchup and mayonnaise are amazing. I had some sliced tomatoes, sliced cucumbers and sliced oranges too. They served sliced bananas, but I didn’t feel like having bananas at all.
Since I was having a little sofa moment, I decided to take some pictures of the lobby and the view outside. We were at the 66th floor and I still can’t believe that there was such an awesome deal for this kind of living space. The husband’s birthday was coming up in a couple of days and I wanted to get him a present. Being married, you can’t just spend your money loosely, so giving presents can’t be a surprise anymore. Before I made the purchase though, I showed him some pictures, just to make sure that he was going to like it.
And he did. He really, really does love that thing. 😊