The last two weeks have been cuh-razy busy because of all the packing and ticking off things from our short Dubai bucket list (as aptly visualized by TimeOut Dubai’s cover…just in case you have not seen the social networks, The Husband and I are now out of Dubai! For good
“Is your blog dead?” The Husband asked me the other night. I then type in my blog’s url to check if something has gone wrong. Jitter bugs took over as I was in for the worst like my blog getting hacked (It happened to me once, so I know the horror) and losing around two years worth of work. When I saw the blog up and running, I sighed in relief and wondered what was wrong. What made The Husband think that the blog was dead?
Oh. My last post was two weeks back. No blogposts meant no life.
After a few weeks of galavanting around and skirting along in the UAE, here I am back in the daily desert grind, slouched on the love seat in our wee apartment with a pile of freshly hung laundry waiting to be folded and stashed in the closet. Of course, I ignore the pile of laundry and type away on the blog. Honestly, I am at a loss on where to start on the adventures I’ve had in the past weeks…
In the background, as I am typing this blog entry, is the high-pitched, nasal and gushy voice of Meryll Streep playing culinary legend Julia Child in the movie Julie & Julia. I am not ashamed to admit that I watch this movie, or just have it as a background while I go about my house chores especially when ironing my clothes, at least once a week.
Julia Child, unlike Julie Powell whose relationship with the American culinary legend stemmed from a childhood memory, has never played a key role during my childhood. Her show, The French Chef, never seemed to have made it in the programming of the then wee 5-TV channel selection in the Philippines. So this movie marked the beginning of my relationship with the endearing Julia Child.
Unfortunately, I see my self as the former than the latter. Every time I tell a story to The Husband, my family, my friends, I often stammer, stumble and fall flat on my face in my attempts to deliver a perfect engaging story. You could say I am one of those people, who fare better in weaving stories in the written form, an art where one has time to think and properly organize thoughts. Maybe this is why I was nominated by Platetrotter Radhina for the Food Stories Award (Check out more details at http://foodstoriesblog.com/food-stories-award/)
This post is dedicated to all bloggers: old and especially the new ones out there with grand dreams of fame and fortune through blogging, all budding creative people out there with little creative projects such as this little online space of mine…but hey, aren’t all people born to be creative? So heck yeah, this post is dedicated to all you people!
I am currently going through what I call the stumbling blog and somehow I can’t seem to get to wrap my head around it, being stuck in my independent problem solving ways.
Last night, The Husband and I slept at 9:30PM. I kid you not. We were that tired, so we did retire early for another busy day ahead of us. I was so tired that I didn’t have the energy to blog anymore. I didn’t have the energy to write anything worth writing about. I just feel off in my writing game as of late. Everything I produce has been BLECH like that outfit your regret wearing on that special date night or like making that wrong decision of not following your tummy’s cravings.
I guess this is what some people don’t understand. Blogging takes up a lot of time. At least an hour or two to write, upload photos, blah, blah, blah. Plus, of course, dedicating time for the experiences themselves. On top of being time consuming, it can be tiring.
And so I wanted to see and be inspired by some of the posts I truly enjoyed writing and think that are up to my abnormally sky high standards. Here are some of them:
Lately, it’s been busier more than ever and how I wish that I could go on with my business and activities even without sleep. I honestly think that when you want to do more with your life, sleep sometimes gets in the way (though I do love sleep too). But again, even if I’ve been jumping from one deadline to another, I still can’t help feeling homesick sometimes.
I can’t believe it’s just been 5 days since I last blogged. Man, it felt like weeks! And it is so good to be back?
I know I have broken my promise of 365 blogposts this year, but I had to heed the call of my body to rest and recuperate. I have been bogged down by massive headaches and fever for days. Note: If there are people, who have a love affair with headaches, I am seriously not that kind of person. So headaches are still a strange phenomena for me.
I wouldn’t say that these past days have been a great experience, but I’ve learned a LOT.