Palace in the city

Most of you must have seen this as a forwarded mail by someone. But its different from us emirateans (isn’t that nice to say? It means expats in United Arab Emirates, lol) , as some of us got the chance to see it once in a blue moon or some of us sees it everyday. Anyway let me share the splendor of one the Emirates architecture. I grow up wondering how a modern castle/palace looks inside, and the dream to relieve it, is here. The following pictures are taken from the home of Sheikh Zayed bin Sultan Al Nahyan, the former President of the United Arab Emirates and ruler of Abu-Dhabi.

Happy Valentines Day!!!

If it happens to you, will you ever forget this.....

One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love.

When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up eating beans forever.

Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odour of baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans.

All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas. It sounded like an armalite firing, bratatatat. Then I was relieved of all the gas in my stomach.

Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: "Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight." He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call. The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than a rotten cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself.

My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: "Happy Birthday!"

Gestational diabetes mellitus --- huwaaat?

Gestational diabetes mellitus (GDM) is a type of diabetes that arises during pregnancy (usually during the second or third trimester).In some women, GDM occurs because the body cannot produce enough insulin to meet the extra needs of pregnancy.

Often, blood glucose levels can be controlled by diet. You will be given a diet to follow that is low in simple carbohydrates. If your blood glucose cannot be controlled by diet, you will have to take insulin injections. Between ten and 30 per cent of women with GDM take insulin.

Thank you google for the info above.

It was detected in my blood test two weeks ago, my sugar count was way over the limit. Thus it was easy for my doctor to say, Im diabetic.

Now I can’t even smile with just the thought of it. I’m scared. Nope, not like the stretch mark scary, this one is for real. Its serious. If I can’t find a way to make my sugar level sink low, my baby would grow so big, it would both put us in danger.

So let me count thy ways how I should live my life for the next two months…

= Zero Sugar!!!
= Skimmed milk only (ano daw?)
= Less intake of white rice (kaya ko to!)
= Less intake of white bread (lalo naman to, nde naman ako mahilig sa bread!)
= Walking for sometime w/o restraining myself (pano yun?)
= No banana (errr)
= No grapes (waaaaaaaaaaa)
= More vegetable salad, without the dressing (anu lasa nun?)
= No chocolates (oh dear LORD)
= No coffee (fine)
= No tea (not a problem)
= Stay away from fast food restaurants (pasara nyo KFC!)
= No soft drink (since nabuntis naman ako pinagbawal na to)
= Less intake of meat , if cant resist portion should only be like the size of your palm (pwedeng yung 2 palm ko? cge na please maliit lang kasi kamay ko e...at this point gusto na akong batukan ng asawa ko)

As I write it down I feel sadder than ever. Yep, si zam sad na takot pa...haaay