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November 23, 2012&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are like my son Kalel who frequents Google Maps and plays around the satellite view of the UAE, you'll notice the change of topographic colors of the country's different areas. Dubai has some cream sands, Fujairah has brown mountains, and towards Abu Dhabi near the Saudi border, the sand has orange tinge. And further to Liwa, the orange sands is specked by white sabkhas. This has caught our fancy and motivated our drive.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, one major long drive plan ticked off our list – near the Saudi border 450kms away from home, and to one of the world’s tallest and biggest sand dune, to Liwa and to Moreeb Hill. Total mileage in two days from and to Dubai: 1000 kms. Accomplished: saw why Liwa oasis looks like this as seen from space. Intriguing and amazing, isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83qpiG-wGuk/UNdzeGJltlI/AAAAAAAACNQ/TfcZxeNNFvQ/s1600/Liwa+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83qpiG-wGuk/UNdzeGJltlI/AAAAAAAACNQ/TfcZxeNNFvQ/s640/Liwa+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The line that arcs out forms the Liwa Oasis located south of Abu Dhabi. Cupped in the arc are high sand dunes while sabhkas (salt flats) create silvery flat dots. Meanwhile the green dots are the thousands of date palms lining the crescent. You could imagine how many cultured date palms there are to be visible from space.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We left Dubai at 10am on a Friday to Abu Dhabi on E11. We continued towards Tarif along E11 and turned left to Madinat Zayed. If you check the map to Liwa below, Madinat Zayed is at the middle of three roads branching out of the Liwa crescent. From the busy E11 highway, the road turned into a quiet and smooth drive, tempting a speed up until the sand starts turning from cream to orange hue and until some oil pipes catch one's curiosity. Then it gets better as clusters of palm trees color the roadsides green. After awhile, a budding mini-city welcomed us at Madinat Zayed. There were banks, shops, a nicely and neatly landscaped park, buildings under construction, and communities. It was lunch time by then and we pulled over at the other side of the road for a KFC chicken meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o_kh2mRxW8g/UNOJfPRPh-I/AAAAAAAACNA/QoCUOTV7OD4/s1600/Liwa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="335" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o_kh2mRxW8g/UNOJfPRPh-I/AAAAAAAACNA/QoCUOTV7OD4/s400/Liwa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The route we took for our Liwa drive, entering from the middle, &lt;br /&gt;
ark-ing on the crescent and &amp;nbsp;left through Hameem Road. The crescent line is where &lt;br /&gt;
the communities are.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Getting back on the road, more palm trees waved at us. Twenty or so minutes later, we slowed down at a roundabout with&amp;nbsp;Mezaira Castle atop a&amp;nbsp;widely greened hill at the right. It was already 2pm and we decided to settle our things first at Liwa Hotel, perched on the hill opposite the Castle.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-azhOMfhNb2E/UPCMlQT1qJI/AAAAAAAACOM/kHBWgBTWgRk/s1600/b92.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-azhOMfhNb2E/UPCMlQT1qJI/AAAAAAAACOM/kHBWgBTWgRk/s640/b92.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was by then 4pm. The Moreeb Hill is on top of our list, followed by seeing the whole stretch of the Liwa crescent. It was almost evening so we agreed on going first to Arada, west of the crescent. It is about 50 kilometers from the hotel and heading near the Saudi border.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4q_FKy3Sk4/UNOIzxzYheI/AAAAAAAACM4/R6X0uMyl_6E/s1600/Liwa+3.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4q_FKy3Sk4/UNOIzxzYheI/AAAAAAAACM4/R6X0uMyl_6E/s640/Liwa+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Date farms, telecom towers lined the roads with orange sand dunes providing the backdrop. We were approaching the Saudi border when our sights were invited by flocks of black camels down a vast sabkha. &amp;nbsp;This is yet on my record of the most number of black (!, or make that dark brown, not the usual colors seen around the city) camels I saw at a single time. After some camel photo ops and as it's getting late, we headed back towards the hotel. While we skipped dropping by the famed Fish Farm, we were tempted to get on the road to Moreeb Hill. There were no light posts and a few cars on the road that we turned back midway. Our six months old Riane was with us hence there was no risking of driving on to a dark un-known place to us.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the Liwa Castle at the opposite hill&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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At the hotel, Kalel and his Dad took a swim while I tucked Riane warm with me to the reception to reserve a sandboard for 5 am. We hit the bed and set our alarms for 5am. The plan was to drive to Moreeb Hill at dusk to watch the sun rise among the sand dunes. However, the kids slept late that the next morning, we called off going to Moreeb Hill early, we instead walked outside the hotel down the dunes. The sound of Landcruisers cruising the dunes can be heard from the distance, and got louder as one stuck 4X4 revved its engine while pulling the tyres out of the sand. Of course, Kalel did not miss running up and down and rolling over on sand dunes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunrise outside Liwa Hotel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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As light started peeking out, the sky flashed and painted a mix of purple and orange. The sun soon turned the sand into reddish orange rolls of&amp;nbsp;dunes.&lt;br /&gt;
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We had breakfast and left the hotel by 8am for Moreeb Hill. It was supposed to be around 10 kilometers away, but I called the hotel four hours later to request a late checkout by 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Liwa Hotel, Tilal Liwa, or Qasr Al Sarab?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Liwa Hotel is the cheapest we could grab from Groupon at some AED 250/ night with breakfast. It is an old hotel situated at the center of the crescent and is the nearest base to drive towards Moreeb Hill and to Saudi border to the left of the crescent.&amp;nbsp;Tilal Liwa and Qasr Al Sarab are less than an hour drive away from Moreeb Hill. Qasr Al Sarab is located to the right end of the crescent.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Moreeb Hill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The place holds joins the record of the world's tallest dunes with up to 358 ft. It's an endless view of amazing orange sand hills with the hues changing depending on the time of the day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moreeb Hill&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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More than the sand dunes, there's also sabkhas, camel and sheep farms and campers -- to see or meet.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M34mz_58TBE/UPCNySAoX5I/AAAAAAAACO0/Fe2B1myxxa4/s1600/d.9.5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M34mz_58TBE/UPCNySAoX5I/AAAAAAAACO0/Fe2B1myxxa4/s400/d.9.5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sabkha at Moreeb&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I've read of sabkhas before and had not actually understood what is until we went to the Moreeb dunes.&lt;br /&gt;
These sabkhas are usually made home to camel and sheep farms. And there are the shepherds who know the desert so well, giving company to the animals.&lt;br /&gt;
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Along the way early in the morning, campers gathered outside their tents, some putting their tents down, and others sat in circles with their coffee mugs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Indeed, the serenity of the place and the quiet life of the rolling hills provide a perfect break to settlers from the fast-paced city life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Liwa, the community&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Liwa is generally a quiet community, and even within the 100 kms stretch of the crescent, we’ve came across more trucks than we had with personal cars. Both the oil fields the construction of the Etihad Railway here (a network that will connect UAE to both Oman and Saudi) get the road busy with trucks.&lt;br /&gt;
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The government investments to sustain and cultivate greenery in this oasis is just amazing, with the thousands of date trees being distinctly visible from space.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Way home&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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From Liwa Hotel at the middle of the crescent, we drove east of the crescent and reached Abu Dhabi via Haneem Road.&amp;nbsp;Most parts of Haneem road has no electrical posts, with solar panels providing energy to the few structures along the way.&amp;nbsp;The road is a single carriageway of 80 KPH and it’s mostly trucks and trucks giving company on the road.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before one gets back to E11, the Emirates National Auto Musuem is along the way. We've visited the museum earlier so we did not drop by this time. Having already seen Haneem &amp;nbsp;Road and the museum, I guess the Madinat Zayed Road will be better for us to use the next time we visit.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Princess Experience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And yes, we were too glad to have Riane get her longest rod trip yet. Indeed, there's nothing as too early when it comes to starting babies at getting through long road trips. A toast to Baby Riane who at almost seven months, joined us in one of our dream drives!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Liwa Part 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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If there's a reason for me to drive back to Liwa, it will be to re-take photos and give justice to the amazing creation it being is. I remain bad at photography, but really, who would not want to capture and share a great experience?&lt;br /&gt;
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Meantime, here are photos of our Liwa trip that I uploaded in the Gremliness Facebook page :&amp;nbsp;http://on.fb.me/10pktBh&lt;br /&gt;
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It's the cold and COLDS season here in the sand pit, and for the first time, Riane got coughs as she turned eight months. Her bowels timing and frequency also changed slightly, and I was wondering if it is related to her teething. Her fifth pearly is breaking her gums currently. Except for the occasional coughing and mucus, there's nothing alarming so far. She is not extra cranky and she sleeps well through the night. And to prevent any chance for fever and&amp;nbsp;diarrhea&amp;nbsp;to set in, I rang the clinic yesterday for appointment today.&lt;br /&gt;
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Customer Service: Any preferred doctor for Riane?&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Dr J.A. please.&lt;br /&gt;
Customer Service: Sorry but he's fully booked and you would be 16th on the waiting list. How about the other doctor? He's available from 10 am then 4-6pm&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Thank you but we'll just try our luck tomorrow with Dr. JA.&lt;br /&gt;
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We were at the clinic 9am today but left and did not push our chance with Dr JA. We remembered to see Kalel's doctor six years ago in his new clinic and was lucky to see him, and here he is with our Princess.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Pediatrician who has loads of Kit Kats in his fridge his little patients.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Probably, there were around six doctors that Kalel had visited over the past six years here in Dubai, four of them because the two Favourite Doctors were not around. To say, we had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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Riane meantime had three pediatricians on her first days, another two during her vaccinations.&lt;br /&gt;
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- they are cheerful and socially child friendly, our kids get to smile back&lt;br /&gt;
- they treat kids personally, knowing the kids by name&lt;br /&gt;
- they cheer the kids by singing or mumbling 'I love you'-s&lt;br /&gt;
- they explain why the medications are as such&lt;br /&gt;
- they minimise prescribing antibiotics, until necessary&lt;br /&gt;
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- they chat with Kalel, not rushing their time even with a waiting list of patients&lt;br /&gt;
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It's Christ birthday tomorrow, and as my family's celebrating it,&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I took two days work leave. Gifts are wrapped and one more to grab and wrap today. What's special this Christmas for the family is having our princess Riane with us for her first time to greet Jesus a happy birthday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0067; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Definitely a blog post will follow about our celebration.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have not blogged for quite sometime but I am sneaking this in. Yesterday, after 17 months of missing it ( 9 months pregnancy and 8 months post natal), my monthly girly visitor showed up. It's 4 days short before Riane turns 8 months. Is there a deal about this? For me, at least. You see, other moms get back their menses pretty soon, but I got mine late. I largely attribute it to my breastfeeding. I got back at work by Riane's 3 months, and until she was six months, she EXCLUSIVELY nursed on my milk. I continued expressing at work, and lately when I was having issues on my ability to sustain my schedule of hiding and filling those two milk bottles, I planned on slowing down my 'production' which I seem to achieve. Then, boom! my menses came, and it hit me -- it came back because I am trying to give less of my milk to my baby. And I am not happy :-( . Honestly.&lt;/div&gt;
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Riane is a picky eater, and is a daily struggle to give her her formula milk and Cerelac. I once pureed a carrot, and she&amp;nbsp;vomited&amp;nbsp;it out. I probably get another lecture from Riane's doctor if he'll know I&amp;nbsp;haven't&amp;nbsp;been feeding her fruit and vegetable purees because I think she's not ready and she declines any of these. Another guilt in me.&lt;/div&gt;
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But she loves nibbling on rusks, probably because of her itchy gums. She has four teeth now and more are ready to break out.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Meantime, here's Riane in Christmas colors greeting you a Merry Christmas from our family to yours!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If there's a celebration for patriotism that I look forward to, that would be the UAE's National Day happening every 2nd of December. And if all flags hoisted during the event are to cover an area (as a % of total geographic size), UAE is sure to grab another Guinness for that. Expats and locals alike wave flags while establishments are like in a race to roll out the longest and widest flag. Towers flash a common hue for the day - that of green, white, black and red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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Homes, especially of locals proudly raise flags while lots of cars are painted in flag colors too. And wherever one is, he will not miss a celebration. Every street is in festivity.&lt;/div&gt;
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This year, the Filipino community has been invited to join the parade at Downtown Dubai. In show of gratefulness to the host country, the community through various organizations came in throngs. Cordillerans UAE also brought its banner, and the two Gremlins - Kalel and Riane gamely marched the streets, with a photo featured at &lt;a href="http://www.timeoutdubai.com/gallery/37181-national-day-parade-in-dubai-pictures?image=22#.UMNG-4O87ng" target="_blank"&gt;Timeout Dubai&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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The Gremlins' Dad has to catch up with them and took photos of the parade as well. For those who missed the parade, we uploaded some photos of the event at the Gremliness Facebook page &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.432196173501470.102735.156364957751261&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;ref=notif&amp;amp;notif_t=like" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Summers in the UAE usually means discounted rates on hotels including prime properties as the Atlantis Hotel at The Palm. We were there last year and we loved it having made the most of what we paid for :-) from the number of activities we indulged ourselves in. Talk about value for money!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2011/08/in-my-lens-atlantis-at-palm.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my Lens - At Atlantis The Palm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2011/08/lost-chambers-at-atlantis.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lost Chambers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And this year, I am crossing my fingers to bring my family there, this time with Little Riane, and this time -- for free! (That's if I get a chance on the&amp;nbsp;competition&amp;nbsp;prizes (^_^) Please Atlantis??? ).&lt;br /&gt;
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One thing that I so love about Dubai is the efficiency of processes in transacting with government services, that of course is in comparison with my experiences back home. In 30 minutes, I had received my sister-in-law's long term visit visa.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left work on time today and reached the DNRD at Jafliya exactly 6pm. With documents inside the envelope, I headed at the typing center left of the DNRD building's main entrance. To the cashier I asked if I am eligible to sponsor my sister-in-law. She asked back my profession, and in confirmation, she assigned me to one of the typists. The typist asked for SIL's passport copy and my passport copy, and asked me to pay AED 1270.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mr. Typist asked for SIL's photo (I brought none, so he scanned photo from the passport copy, it wasn't an issue), my salary certificate, and Husband's passport copy and Marriage contract (last two requirements to support the in-law relationship, otherwise if parents or siblings, not required). So yet, tenancy contract and DEWA bill are not needed but I brought them still.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I next headed to the ladies lounge. That's if from the main entrance, take right to the end then left and straight to the Ladies Council door. My documents were quickly checked and was asked to pay the AED 2000 guarantee deposit. Went out again and midway to the same hallway I passed is the Commercial Bank of Dubai counter. I paid AED 20 for service charges.&lt;/div&gt;
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Lastly, I brought my receipt to the Ladies lounge and in two minutes, received SIL's long term visit visa.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, SIL's Brother needs to go to the Philippine Consulate to request authentication of an Affidavit of Support. If getting a visa is 30 minutes short, a visit to the Consulate spells long cues, and a waiting time of two to three weeks for the document to come through! (Now you understand how I love the streamlined processes of Dubai government!)&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh I forgot, part of the AED 1270 I paid is a travel insurance.&lt;/div&gt;
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With the Eid holidays coming this weekend, I have received emails asking on directions of how to reach Hatta.&lt;br /&gt;
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The easiest way I can give you is via map links on Google Maps. My driver-Husband pinned the directions if you are coming from Dubai. With the advent of smart phones which can save google maps offline, these are great tools to guide us and keep track of where we are and where we're heading.&lt;/div&gt;
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So here's the directions, click on the link next to it:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hatta dam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/9gckfwd" rel="nofollow" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/9gckfwd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;From Hatta roundabout to Hatta Pools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/9cnruks" rel="nofollow" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/9cnruks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For a more challenging offroad drive to Ash Shuwayha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/9z9zup8" rel="nofollow" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank"&gt;h&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/9z9zup8" rel="nofollow" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank"&gt;ttp://tinyurl.com/9z9zup8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The direction for Hatta Pools stopped &amp;nbsp;at the fork where you need to go down left to park at the falaj, then walk yourself now to the pools. Others move a little further from this fork to the other side of the pools but we&amp;nbsp;haven't&amp;nbsp;tried this route, so cant advise. Either way, you are now in the area.&lt;/div&gt;
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For our routes we've taken, you might want checking some of my blog posts below:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2011/08/hatta-pools-at-mid-summer.html"&gt;http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2011/08/hatta-pools-at-mid-summer.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2011/08/hatta-dam.html"&gt;http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2011/08/hatta-dam.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2011/08/hatta-fort-hotel.html"&gt;http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2011/08/hatta-fort-hotel.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2011/08/road-trip-route-kalba-hatta-ash.html"&gt;http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2011/08/road-trip-route-kalba-hatta-ash.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2011/08/must-do-at-hatta-and-al-shuwayya-pools.html"&gt;http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2011/08/must-do-at-hatta-and-al-shuwayya-pools.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2011/08/ash-shuwayhah-pools-oman-must-drive.html"&gt;http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2011/08/ash-shuwayhah-pools-oman-must-drive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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If you get to read the blog posts above, there's not much mention about Hatta's main community, but you may consider stopping by the Hatta heritage park, if it is open when you're there. Happy tripping!&lt;/div&gt;
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From my family, here's greeting everyone Eid Mubarak!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;How many these days serve cake on their baby's monthsary? &lt;br /&gt;
For some, it's finding a reason to indulge on those spongy chocolatey cakes :)&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you Riane (&amp;lt; "_" &amp;gt;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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How loud would you laugh in joy if your daughter at five months and three days, stretch wide her arms pointing &amp;nbsp;to you, and cry as if pleading to be carried, and only stops when you take her in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean Riane communicates her needs since birth, but this time, she does it with both her hands and arms.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Little Princess was seated in her jumperoo when I came home tonight from work. On seeing me, she extended her arms and started to cry. I noticed this milestone over the weekend, so I didn't get too excited , until after dinner today because she showed preference for me! To confirm her message, we did a handing over test. She was bubbly as I carried her so I handed her over to her Dad. She immediately shrilled and continued to cry, stretching her arms to me. I received and carried her again, and she stopped crying. We repeated the exercise, and extends her arms to me&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;and immediately stops crying as I receive her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh well, the price of being a mom :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Of course, her Dad is on the day shift of lovingly baby sitting her, but there's that place in a baby's heart especially for&amp;nbsp;Mommy. Me the Mommy would not trade that for anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Little Princess @ 4 months @ Mirdif City Center&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Riane turned five months three days back, and here's some of our notes to date:&lt;/div&gt;
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-- She is still exclusively breastfeeding. Yes, we've crossed the two months line of me expressing milk at work.&lt;/div&gt;
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-- At 4 months, she easily turns from her back to her tummy, and she loves doing just that.&lt;/div&gt;
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-- At 4 months, she started lifting her buttocks, at 5 months, she lifts her buttocks partially and started pushing her feet as if to crawl. With pushing her feet, she turns 360 degrees clockwise while on her tummy.&lt;/div&gt;
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-- At 4 months, she babbles long 'aaaaaaaa', and at 5 months, her babbling turned to long 'ba-ba-ba-ba-ba' and sometimes 'ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma'.&lt;br /&gt;
-- At 4 months, her drooling heightened and can wet a great deal of her clothes, at 5 months drooling have lessened a bit.&lt;/div&gt;
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-- She thumb sucks still to soothe herself and we highly support her! She still needs to be taught to use a pacifier (it's easier to break later than thumbsucking). For us, this is a great help during long road trips.&lt;/div&gt;
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-- She promoted herself to some degree of bossy-ness in her cry. That instance when you say, she knows what she wants and demands for it. Give in to her and that loud cry suddenly halts.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;'I am carefree and happy, I am your world'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;'I just cant wait to stand on my own, so prepare to run after me'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Why do you keep taking my pictures Mama, you distract my babbling!' &lt;br /&gt;
This baby keeps still awhile at the sight of my phone.&lt;br /&gt;
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If there is a challenging camera subject that I remain to fancy on, it would be the Dubai Fountain performances at night (outside Dubai Mall and by the foot of Burj Khalifa). You know that goal of achieving the perfect lighting to show the elegance around the lake plus capturing water jets in fine lines especially when the water jets curve or spiral out in a dancing stance? Oh well, if I remain to just point and shoot, the only way for me to produce a good photo is to bet on chance :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Having a baby from pregnancy to her first months, indeed slowed us down -- &amp;nbsp;e.g. long drives are put off the shelf for a while, and career moves were moderated. But while diaper-changing and baby feeding can be kind of restricting, it freed me the time to do what I missed to do for a long while in my usually busy schedule– to reflect and assess myself and see what I had been missing to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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I returned back to work at Riane’s third month. And that’s after a year since I popped the news I was pregnant; and that’s one whole year that our family had to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;
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Coming out from my maternity schedule, I was eager to get back to my pre-pregnancy energetic self. But lo! I got myself wrong and realized I was not ready still. Firstly, I am having episodes of forgetting words and takes a while to remember things. Oh yes, it’s not a myth that pregnancy causes temporary memory loss. FYI – I had a normal delivery, I felt all the pain, was never put to sleep, and except for the delivery inducing drugs that went my veins an hour before Riane popped out, I don’t know any drugs that could have affected my brains! I got back to sitting with different people and if it’s a group, I would end up a listener since I had a hard time participating. When they talk of movies, I hardly recall the titles and casts. And I cant even remember that we watched Brave just two weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;
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This frustrated me much, that I started looking at how I can get back on track. One quest led to another. I researched about gaining back my memory, but I realized that even if I have it back, I still struggle to chat with people who don’t speak my tongue. I struggle because for one, I had been avoiding to learn their tongue (language, culture and interests) due to fear of failing to blend in. And then I realized there’s a bigger underlying reason why I am this person–because I am probably an HSP, or a highly sensitive person. The write up I read about being HSP flatly listed most of my traits and confirmed the feedbacks on me. I worry at upsetting people, I easily feel hurt, I prefer quiet smaller groups, I am shy, I work in great detail, I am passionate, and after all these the article says “this means they are sometimes overlooked for promotions at work”.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not getting any younger, and I need to live out the unwanted effects of being an HSP. Moving on, I wanted to keep the advantages of being sensitive, and &amp;nbsp;outgrow its disadvantages starting with the following acts:&lt;br /&gt;
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1) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; More to physical social meetups - not just Facebook minutes&lt;br /&gt;
2) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Get out often with inspiring people who talks of travels, career achievements, excellent child rearing, investments&lt;br /&gt;
3) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Setup the family’s vision wall and get reminded how being sensitive could help or hinder our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;
4) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Work on a sense of feeling beautiful – i.e. learn and buy makeups and accessories (I look so boring, you know)&lt;br /&gt;
5) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Lessen saying “please”. I say it unnecessarily a lot, decreasing my confidence&lt;br /&gt;
6) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Set out to the outskirts more often, drive again and mark off some in our to-go list&lt;br /&gt;
7) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Leave gossip-mongers alone, theirs is not a positive sense of belonging-ness&lt;br /&gt;
8) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Watch more movies with Riane, Kalel and their Dad (Riane’s 2nd moviehouse trip: Bourne Legacy)&lt;br /&gt;
9) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Be more positively expressive, and tell people they are lovely when they take an extra step to be one&lt;br /&gt;
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... and there's more to the list I could add as I focus getting forward.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the Eid holiday, we took the road to Hatta Pools via the mountainous Munay path from Sharjah-Kalba/ Maleha&amp;nbsp;Road.&amp;nbsp;It was a sweltering summer and because we have a three month old in tow (yes, we brought Riane along at 44 deg celsius! And it's her first long drive with offroading), stepping out of the car&amp;nbsp;was minimized, and we did the route between 11:30am to 9pm, including lunch and dinner breaks:&lt;/div&gt;
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If I recall it well, this is our 4th time untrodding Hatta Pools, but this time, we had friends in a separate car along. The family is now not as excited it seems, that by the time we led the way to Dubai's Hatta Dam, all four of us just stayed in the car waiting while our friends take photos outside.&lt;/div&gt;
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The offroad part after the UAE - Oman border towards the pools is now undergoing widening and improvement. My driver-Husband though is not happy of the development, hoping that the little roughness of the drive be left as it is as this keeps more of the excitement. There were also two really tall and huge water tanks on the other side of the water gorges, and it's quite a distracting backdrop for the scenic nature view.&lt;/div&gt;
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I used to believe that the mountains are 'cooler' than the plains, hence I agreed on a drive to Hatta considering that we have a Little Princess along. But I have to let go of that impression now because back in Hatta Pools, it was burning hot.&amp;nbsp;We felt guilty of bringing our Riane along but we were thankful she coped, so maybe she deserves the title Little Miss Adventurous Riane instead, starting her early training of braving the sandpit heat :)&lt;/div&gt;
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1) Left Deira (Dubai) heading to Emirates Road by 11:30am.&lt;/div&gt;
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2) Took right to Maleha Road before the National Paints flyover/ roundabout.&lt;/div&gt;
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3) Drove straight along Maleha Road (also Sharjah/ Kalba Road) until we reached the road signposted to Munay.&lt;/div&gt;
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4) Drove right to Munay road, driving up&amp;nbsp;along&amp;nbsp;mountain sides until the&amp;nbsp;Hatta - Oman Road.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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5) At the exit to Hatta - Oman Road, we took a quick right until we reached the Hatta Fort roundabout (to the right is Hatta Fort Hotel and towards the left is Emirates Cooperative.&lt;/div&gt;
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6) It's about past 2 pm by now, and we parked outside the Emirates Cooperative building and had a late lunch of chicken at Popeye's.&lt;/div&gt;
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7) We drove towards Hatta Pools passing by Oman - UAE border.&lt;/div&gt;
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8) From Hatta Pools, we dropped by Hatta Dam. We forego of passing by the heritage village and of going to Hatta Fort Hotel as day visitor because of time constraint. One of our mates did not bring his passport along&amp;nbsp;(just his National ID used at the Hatta Pools border)&amp;nbsp;in case we needed to drive past Hatta - Oman Road border so we wanted to leave before dusk through Munay where there are no lamp posts ( we were too used to the UAE lights lined roads :-) ) .&lt;/div&gt;
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9) We exited Munay Road to Sharjah-Kalba Road towards Kalba&lt;/div&gt;
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10) Drove towards Fujairah, and dropped by Fujairah City Center for a quick dinner.&lt;/div&gt;
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11) Headed back to Dubai via the new Fujairah - Maleha road.&lt;/div&gt;
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While we are obligated to feed and care for our babies which could be tiring at times, the happiness (I know it's a cliche but it's not understood until felt) that comes along their every smile, cry and coos makes up for it a thousandfold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;- After month 1 (2012.05.29),&amp;nbsp;I love how Riane coos and blurt out syllables like an adult to clear her throat when she can not continue to cough out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;- She regurgitates her milk when her tummy gets pressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;- (2012.06.26) So nice and heartwarming cooing with Riane, responding with smiles and coos. Turns her body 90 degrees since early June.. Have long sleep days followed by long play days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;- (2012.07.04) Riane lifted her head and shoulders on her palms when placed on her tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;- (2012.07.06) Riane at two months and two weeks uttered "mmmma-ma!" protestingly as I cleaned her nose. It was rather a reflex, but I am happy still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;- (2012.07.15) Two weeks before turning three months, Riane blurted "mmma mmma mmma!" when her cries were ignored for some few minutes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;- (2012.07.17) This week Riane turned her head on the opposite side when left to play on his play gym on her back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The newspaper reported a few weeks back of a Dubai school that had to expel a four-year-old pupil after two days in class apparently because he was hyperactive. (Article &lt;a href="http://gulfnews.com/news/gulf/uae/education/dubai-school-expels-four-year-old-for-hyperactivity-1.1055674" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel bad for the kid and his parents, but I still take the side of the school if only to save the other 20 more or less other kids. You see, my son had a “special child” for a classmate for two years who would physically hurt him, tear his books, throw his notebooks, cut his pencils, then laughs while my son cries. Special Classmate takes gladness at my son's cries. I’d say it’s not bullying because Special Classmate doesn’t seem to understand his acts. Apart from my son, he does the same to the other kids. At a point when of the disgruntled kids slammed his head to the wall. On the second year, the impact was taking a toll on our son. In response to bullying, he started changing from a rather sweet, quiet child in school to a noisy and defensive one. He shouts back at bullies with “I’ll Manny Pacquaio you!”.&lt;br /&gt;
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We complained to the teacher but only to be told that it’s not within her control to deny the dear special classmate. That the child’s mother pleaded with tears to the school’s administrators to accept their son as the other mainstream schools already declined him. Out of compassion he was accepted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let’s just look at it this way: children has the right to education and we parents have the responsibility to make sure our kids can jibe socially. We don’t want our kids to put other kids at risk or be disadvantaged much as we pull our kids away from misbehaving kids. But for the really special children, I just wish more affordable facilities become available for them.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was wrong when I thought it would take me awhile to again step in the movie house until Riane at least grows bigger. Today, while we needed to wait four hours for our car's tinting, we trooped Mirdiff City Center's Vox Cinema to use time, after all it's not sale season and there's my I-do-not-care-when-shops-are-at-full-prices attitude.&lt;br /&gt;
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Batman's The Dark Knight Rises is currently showing but Kalel opted for Brave. It is the story of Princess Merida, who was determined to make her own path in life and defies a custom that brought chaos to her kingdom. She was granted a wish which turned out to be a curse. She used her bravery to undo this beastly curse. I found cute listening at the Scottish accents of the characters. Having Scots for colleagues made me so accustomed to their speech, and if there's a European accent I could readily identify is it's theirs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Riane, at two weeks before turning four months old, behaved well and watched along with us, cooing once in &amp;nbsp;a while. She started getting cranky (just wiggly) towards the end of the movie, so their Dad ascended with her upstairs near the exit to put her to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our first car - Forky the Fortuner will be five years old in a few days, but we sold her last month (2012.07.25)&amp;nbsp;to Basheer who was so eager to have her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Selling a car in the Dubai could be easy. One got to be sure of the intention before he can regret on &amp;nbsp;letting go of the dear steering wheel so quickly. Here's how we went about:&lt;br /&gt;
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First, we estimated a fair value for our car, a price we'd not go lower to. For a car bought five years ago at AED 84k, clocked 103k kms, Toyota maintained with service contract until 125k kms, and tires changed at 75k kms, we thought selling it for AED 40k is fair.&amp;nbsp;Then, we posted an ad on &lt;a href="http://www.dubizzle.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dubizzle&lt;/a&gt;, tagged a price of AED 57k. The high price was based on prices of similar specs sold online, and to give a haggling space, that feeling when buyers would be happy if they get a good cut.&lt;br /&gt;
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For a more technical pricing, we visited Al Futtaim Auto Mall. Selling it back to them is effort efficient in terms of ownership transfers but they quote the lowest value you could have for your car. They checked the car, including paints and brakes, and reviewed the service center history. Forky was offered an initial rate of AED 42k. We told them we had an interested buyer for AED 48k, so the staff said they could arrange a higher price if we are decided on selling it to them. The next day, they phoned and requested us to bring the car to the showroom but by then, we had another willing buyer through our Dubizzle ad for AED 50k.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dubizzle is so effective, we had to remove our advertisement as calls kept coming in. Basheer was the highest price willing buyer, and the deal was sealed on the parking lot. On his side, he requested a car pass certificate (that RTA check as a requirement for registration) which we obliged. Basheer as the buyer next secured a car insurance, already in his name. Ownership transfer now ready, Basheer paid in cash, then both buyer and seller went to RTA at Jaffliya Emarat Petrol Station to register the car in Basheer's name. My husband, the seller, removed the Salik tag from the car, and Basheer puts a new one on. Salik tags are on personal accounts, hence the need for the buyer to get a new one. The period for the annual car insurance we paid had not yet lapsed, allowing us a refund on the un-used portion after we provided the insurance company of the new registration for the car.&lt;br /&gt;
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Selling your car in Dubai, in our opinion is something of being an honest seller and finding a trusted buyer. Otherwise, it's just like selling cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Hello there, please meet another bundle of joy in our family, our&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;dear&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Riane Colulan,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;born on 27th April 2012.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Finally after nine months and after a two-hour intensely painful induced labour with my Husband at my side, our little princess is out at last, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;it was so&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;magnificent &amp;nbsp;hear her cry immediately soon as she emerged out of my womb and before she was placed on my belly. Her first cry brought cheers to everyone in the delivery room, especially to me, saying we both made it well. The sound of her cry was just amazing, so innocently demanding for comfort and warmth, I felt our connection instantly that first second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And she is named&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Riane Colulan. 'Riane' in Irish is 'a great queen', and 'Colulan' is in honour to her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Igorot maternal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;great grandmother's &amp;nbsp;righteousness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;At life's pureness, Riane&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;just&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;a few minutes out from the womb. Out by normal delivery after &lt;br /&gt;two hours of intense induced labour at The City Hospital Dubai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;, she measured 4.015 kgs and 55 cms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Big indeed, but because Mom had normal glucose test results, (oh, that fasting and those four needle pricks!)&lt;br /&gt;she was spared the blood works for being a big baby. As the&amp;nbsp;Pediatrician checked her, her Dad&amp;nbsp;was in awe at how she gripped and clinged on the doctor's fingers.&amp;nbsp;
She had an apgar score of 9/ 10. &lt;br /&gt;She was then handed to me and she breastfed. Lo! She latched quickly and sucked as if it was not her first time. &lt;br /&gt;The greatness of creation indeed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Six hours after delivery both mother and daughter needs a rest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Riane was born at 9pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;(her Dad insists 8:57pm, having seen the phone's time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;when SIL was ringing exactly when Riane popped out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;on a Friday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Pear-shaped head until Week 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;And see the eyes, made&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;chinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; by her chubby cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;A smile at home on Week 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Her smile reflexes already showed up as early as Day 2,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;but her actual smiles reacting to coos and playtime is by &amp;nbsp;Week 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;First coos were at Week 2, from "hhhhhh" to "haaaaa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;She coos first if she wanted something and&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;then cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;if not immediately addressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Visited Kuya Kalel's favorite doctor &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;for a jaundice check&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;at Dubai Mall Medical Center - Doctor Ayman Jabbar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;We defied going back to the hospital on Day 3 for another blood check on her biliburin level,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;not another needle work for the little princess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;The big tiny foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;In a kangaroo sling, typically called 'uban' in Ilocano/ Igorot, &amp;nbsp;as early as Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Here's her photo at Month 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Supporting her head by her own, a feat she started showing on Day 1/ Day 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Other milestones and notes up to Month 1 are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Visited the malls at Days 3/4/5 until Mom kept receiving the "newborns should stay home" comments ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Day 4 was the first little smile caught but her picture showed she actually smiled on Day 2;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;She spent Week 1 sleeping most of the day;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Week 1 was a feeding challenge with Mom's engorged cracked breasts, she only fed 5 minutes at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Umbilical cord fell off&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Day 5;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Day 5/ 6 when her stools started turning green, meconium sort of cleared a little extended days;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Day 14 when we cleared her nostrils of green boogers;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;She loves bath time, facing down, my arms supporting her tummy and neck while Dad holds the shower;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Feeding interval is 2.5 to 3.5 hours, a breast at a time;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Day 18 was for starting to regurgitate milk, once or twice a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Day 19 saw belly button clear and healed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Month 1 has around twice a night feeding and awake for around an hour;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Coos a lot, the best part of what she does;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Day 18 was the first caught "haaaa" coo from "hhhh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Day 23 was for baby talking, responding to my "haaaa"s and partial smiles getting longer while communicating;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Day 25 for the first significant quantity of fresh milk regurgitated;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Day 24 was when green boogers as big as her nostrils formed, but no mucus and cough;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;At Month 1, she attended her first mass at Saint Mary's Dubai; then a lunch at Hardrock DFC and a dinner at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;At Month 1, she moved her head out her pillow;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;On her tummy, she lifted and moved her head from right to left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yet unknown to her, and like with the coming of her brother to us six years ago, Riane has started redefining our family life the moment we've known she's coming. Yes, here is our boss # 2, and we give thanksgiving as she is adding more blessings to our Home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A drive to Jebel Hafeet in Al Ain won't be complete without stopping by Green Mubazzarah Park by the mountain's foot. When coming from a long drive like Dubai, Green Mubazzarah could serve as a 're-energizing' station before or after ascending Jebel Hafeet or a walk around the zoo. This is where we usually eat our packed lunches because going back to the Town Center where the food chains are may take considerable time.&lt;br /&gt;
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For some, the park's main attraction is its naturally heated spring water where visitors dip their feet. The transformation of the once rocky place into a greenery with visitor facilities is quite admirable.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shameful it may be but I'll share it anyway for those who might search it and see it helpful.&lt;br /&gt;
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In one of my posts I mentioned about our traffic violation of jumping on red light along the Emirate of Ajman. Jumping on red light is included in the red list and as such, it carries AED 800 fine, 8 blackpoints and two weeks of car impounding. And because of the impounding clause, violators are not allowed to pay online. So &amp;nbsp;being based in Dubai, we need to drive&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;to Ajman to settle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But do you know that impounding penalty can be paid at AED 100 a day? (This is as of today though, please still check for any change in rules)&lt;br /&gt;
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Had we known this earlier, we could have paid the fine in February when Ajman Police provided discount on traffic fines, at a time we thought we needed the car more and scheduled the impounding for later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So today, Husband paid AED 800 plus AED 1400.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Next time we pass through Ajman from Um Al Quwain/ Ras Al Khaimah through E11, we know to be more conscious of the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(1) We are not too familiar with the road, hence on calculated speed&lt;br /&gt;
(2) While a major highway, and a clear straight road coming from Um Al Quwain with a tempting speed limit of 120kph at some point, slow down as soon as Ajman is reached as traffic lights line the road.&lt;br /&gt;
(3) When used to Dubai's traffic lights of dual slow-down warning (blinking green lights then yellow), the counterpart to Ajman's traffic lights is at green lights at around number 10 counting down. Remember, after 1 is total stop, no additional warning time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Husband grinned and declined Ajman's Mr. Police's remark of "Please come again", so we might as well stand for it :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Gremliness/~4/zHO9G_DyfL8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/feeds/5197716473151570264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2012/07/ajman-traffic-fines-and-car-impounding.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180043792383834340/posts/default/5197716473151570264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180043792383834340/posts/default/5197716473151570264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Gremliness/~3/zHO9G_DyfL8/ajman-traffic-fines-and-car-impounding.html" title="Ajman Traffic Fines and Car Impounding" /><author><name>Gremliness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987462871976557167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9bXWGrxcmlE/TK_nEzQ2KBI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ti2qQwauFBY/S220/DSC_0024.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kalelmosaiah.com/2012/07/ajman-traffic-fines-and-car-impounding.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMCRXczeSp7ImA9WhJSGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180043792383834340.post-1127243139687825936</id><published>2012-07-09T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-09T23:07:44.981-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-09T23:07:44.981-07:00</app:edited><title>Sandstorm in Dubai</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;No, it's not dawn or sunset here, it's midday, but the sandstorm had covered the sun. I am not too sure but since I started in Dubai, I was made to believe and continues to believe that sandstorms mark a change in weather, so either way would bring a frown or a smile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Below photos were taken in February this year that made me sigh, marking the start of summer. It's uncomfortably hot now outdoors, and I look forward to the next sandstorm that will sign in winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Being the under AED 100/ person buffet patrons, we found Filipino fare alternative for our Sumo Sushi Friday buffets -- at Lamesa restaurant at Asiana Hotel along Siddique Road in Deira. (Speaking of buffets, Thai Chi at Wafi is on AED 120 for two adults but on weekday lunches only. Kalel was free of charge. Please phone them to confirm if promotion is still valid.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Friends frequent Lamesa for Karaoke nights and comedy shows, but I guess my family would settle for their brunches for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-- &amp;nbsp;Friday and Saturday Filipino brunches costs AED 69 an adult and AED 34 a child
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-- &amp;nbsp;Above brunch includes unlimited water, iced tea and coffee and tea
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-- &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Buffet table includes a few sushi and a few Korean dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-- &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Prior reservation is highly advised. Call&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;+971 4 238 7777&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-- &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Venue carries a no-slippers policy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-- &amp;nbsp;Weekend buffets start at 11 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-- &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Asiana Hotel is located between Reef Mall and Muraggabat Police&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-- &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Check other details from the website&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asianahoteldubai.com/en/restaurant/lamesa.php" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Many Kabayans hold their weekend celebrations here filling the venue so the need for reservations. Today alone there were four big groups almost occupying all of the restaurant. Someone hosting a baby shower even had a small round table in front with their tokens and cake on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I'd stay away from commenting individually on the food except that I'd say (1) diners have more than enough for their value of money; (2)&amp;nbsp;I wish there was Kilawen prepared a'la Barrio Fiesta style; (3) I thought that Dinuguan and other exotic dishes could've added variety in place of &amp;nbsp;the three Korean dishes, (4) there's a few sushi but no sashimi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today's buffet line started with pork sinigang soup and&amp;nbsp;appetizers including cold cuts and steamed veggies.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then below are some takes on the other offerings:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Spot all you can eat on my plate below: Crispy Pata, Pork Sisig, Chicken Sisig, Beef Tapa, Korean Noodles, Sesame Chicken, Pork Tocino, Kare Kare, Chopsuey, Embotido, Daing na Bangus, Korean beef dish, Chicken Dumplings, Korean Kimchi (I suppose):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little of every dish on offer for the Friday Buffet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Sushi all you can on three limited types without sashimi on the appetizers area:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not as 'appetizingly' prepared, but better than nothing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Who said a sleeping Girl in a carrier can stop me from fixing my waffles?&lt;br /&gt;
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Waffles fresh from the griddle, warm, buttered and sweetened -- hearty indeed :&lt;br /&gt;
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Pulutan galore -- pork and chicken sisig:&lt;br /&gt;
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Crispy pata all you want:&lt;br /&gt;
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Make your own halo-halo:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Completing the dessert offerings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And from the appetizers where my first plate started:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFGoHQMqZ6k/T_lc05wLBFI/AAAAAAAACEo/27X_TJg8i5o/s1600/9999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFGoHQMqZ6k/T_lc05wLBFI/AAAAAAAACEo/27X_TJg8i5o/s400/9999.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And the bill:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes indeed, more than a Kuya, Kalel is now a paying customer, our wallets would miss those complimentary meals. *Sigh with a smile*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I once wanted a chance to be entertained, errr, buy Turkish ice cream sold by a Turk complete with his long paddle and antics, until we spotted one at Al Qasba, Sharjah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A little from Wikipedia:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Dondurma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turkish_language" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-decoration: none;" title="Turkish language"&gt;Turkish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;, literally "freezing") is the name given to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ice_cream" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-decoration: none;" title="Ice cream"&gt;ice cream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turkey" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-decoration: none;" title="Turkey"&gt;Turkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Dondurma is commonly sold from both street vendor's carts and store fronts where the mixture is churned regularly with long-handled paddles to keep it workable. Vendors often tease the customer by serving the ice cream cone on a stick, and then taking away the dondurma with the stick and rotating it around, before finally giving it to the customer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Two qualities distinguish Turkish ice cream: texture and resistance to melting. Inclusion of the thickening agents&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;salep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;, a flour made from the root of the Early Purple Orchid, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;mastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;, a resin that imparts chewiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IayRqRfERfI/T9LjnuN2HWI/AAAAAAAAB9k/gcjYtWPvOck/s1600/01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IayRqRfERfI/T9LjnuN2HWI/AAAAAAAAB9k/gcjYtWPvOck/s320/01.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Churning the ice cream to keep it 'workable', then spoons out a portion&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f5k80Layi5g/T9LjqOJTXcI/AAAAAAAAB9w/prHylKgZ8C8/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f5k80Layi5g/T9LjqOJTXcI/AAAAAAAAB9w/prHylKgZ8C8/s320/2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scooped ice cream kept stuck on the paddle and thrown to a cone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIrbC6PS7pc/T9LjrOZh5sI/AAAAAAAAB98/ECpnn4xZKdY/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIrbC6PS7pc/T9LjrOZh5sI/AAAAAAAAB98/ECpnn4xZKdY/s320/3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cone gets pulled and given a little push to stick with the ice cream&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AdsT8QxgoWo/T9LjpBJaV2I/AAAAAAAAB9o/mckTBtI_An0/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AdsT8QxgoWo/T9LjpBJaV2I/AAAAAAAAB9o/mckTBtI_An0/s320/1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;... before being handed to the eager boy after a chasing game for the cone.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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At half past five years old, Kalel started his writing his 'emails' to us. His emails are handwritten messages which &amp;nbsp;he usually pens on loose or&amp;nbsp;
obscured&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;papers, and he does not really mean to hand us neither tell us verbally. Hence, we fail to see if his dad misses to check his notebooks and bags.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are a few he wrote on his notebook covers. (He is still learning his spelling but) what concerns us is the psychology behind his acts. Some of his messages are on crumpled papers you would think it's trash but it tells of his frustrations in school, like being hurt by his classmates or being admonished for misbehaving. He is quite a talker at home and is always proud to discuss his achievements, but yes maybe, he does not want to verbally dwell on anything negative.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOclMztc8y8/T8-R9p7TPAI/AAAAAAAAB9M/ecGMA1czJMc/s1600/gremlin+email+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOclMztc8y8/T8-R9p7TPAI/AAAAAAAAB9M/ecGMA1czJMc/s400/gremlin+email+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Papa I cried in school because I dont know what's next" -- we suppose he referred to his seat work about writing the next event but he didn't know.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txknr2b44nQ/T8-RMtYz01I/AAAAAAAAB84/5LyOPjiSHys/s1600/gremlin+email+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txknr2b44nQ/T8-RMtYz01I/AAAAAAAAB84/5LyOPjiSHys/s400/gremlin+email+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Upper message said "I hurt Jaimie with my pencil"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7pWvWo8pe28/T8-RO5lJ5WI/AAAAAAAAB9E/OSGv9s55_cw/s1600/gremlin+email+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7pWvWo8pe28/T8-RO5lJ5WI/AAAAAAAAB9E/OSGv9s55_cw/s400/gremlin+email+3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Papa and Mama, I broke my neck tie. Sorry Mama and Papa! Please forgive me"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
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2012.05.16&lt;br /&gt;
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"Mama, my tooth, it fell off by itself!", Kalel exclaimed handing over his little pearly&amp;nbsp;white&amp;nbsp;as he started his breakfast. His Dad just left for Muscat and it should be his honor to receive the tooth (lower central incisor) at last after a month of father and son brushing the loose tooth. It loosened apparently after food (chicken meat) clung between his teeth and&amp;nbsp;pulled it.&lt;br /&gt;
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To calm him, his dad talked him through tooth fairies, putting the tooth under the pillow, receiving surprises and the like -- which excited the boy. For about a month, we asked him to hold on of forcing the tooth to fall, and finally, it did today.&lt;br /&gt;
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The excited mom in me brought the tiny tooth to the kitchen sink to wash, but lo! it fell down the drain! HEART BREAKING! I cannot exactly define the feeling -- the FIRST tooth was like everything to us, if only I scan scour through the drainage of the building to have the prized tooth back. I was crying inside.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, I calmed myself and called my son over, gave him a tight looong hug, apologizing I lost the tooth. &amp;nbsp; His face turned red and heavy but was quick to suggest we ask help to recover it. He remained composed through my hugs and had not freaked for my losing the precious tooth he'd been speaking about for weeks and been eager to place under his pillow for the tooth fairy to collect. Amidst the situation, I realized a certain 'emotional maturity' in my Gremlin.It was just like a half year back when his immediate reaction to frustrations was to cry. &lt;br /&gt;
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Back to the precious tooth, I hoped on hope, got a pail, opened the outlet pipes below the sink and with the pail, caught the water and dirt that dropped. I scoured among the tiny pieces and a was I so blessed -- there on my hand was the precious tooth! Imagine how thankful and happy I was!&lt;br /&gt;
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It was until the following night when his dad is back from the trip that we placed the precious tooth under Kalel's pillow. While he was asleep, his dad came and replaced the tooth with a mini British Airways airplane. He had the happiest smile the next morning, and his dad the happiest dad seeing his smile!&lt;br /&gt;
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Kalel recently attended his classmate's birthday party. On one part, &amp;nbsp;kids were asked to voluntarily dance on stage with steps of their wanting.&lt;br /&gt;
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He was one of the four kids on stage, and we were caught surprised of his guts and moves. Mid way the kids were asked to leave yet he continued until his dad asked him down:&lt;br /&gt;
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If any Igorot must have done something really bad to a certain Louie Garcia, I wonder how bad is it for him to post a blunder on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wait, let me set aside the racist comment he made against Igorots, but take more concern on his anti-environment stand on SM's tree-cutting - just when most of Baguio's people and environmentalists are rallying and fighting against SM's tree-cutting.&lt;br /&gt;
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God bless Louie Garcia's soul!&lt;br /&gt;
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Could this be him on Facebook:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000558485116"&gt;https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000558485116&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;?&lt;br /&gt;
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