As the sun rose over Manila Bay, casting a golden glow over the colossal SM Mall of Asia, we knew we were in for an extraordinary day. This wasn't just any day—it was a day dedicated to the exploration of flavors and fashion, a true odyssey within the walls of one of the Philippines' largest shopping havens.

(Note:  If you're not in the mood for a good read, fear not! You can catch all the action on 👉 YouTube instead, or watch it below. Sit back, relax, and let the visuals do the talking. So hit play, and let the show begin! If not, you can continue reading😉).

The fried rice with salted fish and diced chicken arrived, fragrant and inviting, making our meal truly complete. And then came the stir-fried veggies, a garlicky and possibly XO-sauced spectacle, adding a much-needed freshness to our indulgent feast.

With our appetites sated, I separated temporarily with HB. He ventured off to an unknown destination, leaving me with the perfect opportunity to embark on a personal journey of self-care. It was during this time that I found solace in the enchanting aisles of The Face Shop, a prestigious Korean beauty emporium. The shelves were a kaleidoscope of skincare and makeup, promising eternal youth and radiance.😊 With the help of the ever-so-knowledgeable staff, I picked out my usual favorites, though I'm known to switch it up now and then. Because, why not?

 

Next, I dove into the bustling corridors of the mall, where the scent of new leather and the sheen of fresh textiles beckoned me to the fashion emporium of Zara. Zara, the Spanish multinational that has mastered the art of fast fashion, offered a world of chic and trendy apparel. I sifted through racks of clothing that encapsulated the latest styles, each piece calling out to be a part of my wardrobe. The accessories, shoes, and perfumes added layers of sophistication to my shopping spree, making it impossible to leave empty-handed.

 

The stores were a riot of colors and patterns, with the latest trends on full display. After a whirlwind of trying on outfit after outfit, victory was mine: stunning tops from Zara that whispered elegance with every fiber. 

 

Not far from Zara's modern silhouettes, Mango greeted me with its own Spanish charm as well. Founded in the heart of Barcelona, this clothing design and manufacturing giant presented me with elegant and timeless pieces. Each garment spoke of meticulous design and a flair for the contemporary, ensuring that my fashion-forward heart skipped a beat with every new discovery. Mango didn't disappoint either, as I snagged some chic tops to add to my collection.

 

Step right up, folks, and feast your eyes on the shape of two colossal inflatables that are stealing hearts and sparking joy across the aisles! Introducing the dynamic duo, Mimi and Momo, the newest sensations to hit the mall scene!

 

Mimi, the delightfully grumpy cat with a frown that could stop traffic, sits perched on her throne atop the upper floor, surveying her kingdom with an air of majestic indifference. She's not just any inflatable; she's a towering feline empress, her larger-than-life scowl a playful paradox that beckons shoppers to come closer, if they dare, for a memorable selfie that's sure to be the envy of cat enthusiasts everywhere.

Meanwhile, down on the ground floor, with a wag and a woof that echoes (hahaha.. in my dreams) through the corridors, is Momo, the ever-jubilant canine, Corgi to be exact. With a grin as wide as the mall itself, Momo's infectious happiness is a beacon of tail-wagging delight. This happy dog's bouncy demeanor and open paws invite one and all to embrace the lighter side of life. He's not just an inflatable; he's a floppy-eared ambassador of joy, ready to turn any shopper's day into an impromptu playdate.

Together, Mimi and Momo are more than just inflatables; they're a fantastical pair of gargantuan guardians, watching over the mall-goers with a silent promise of fun and frolic. So, whether you're a pet parent in need of a giant-sized dose of cuteness or a visitor looking to add a dash of extraordinary to your shopping spree, Mimi and Momo are waiting to make your day unforgettable.

In need of a respite from the retail rush, HB and I met, and ascended to an oasis of calm: the MOA's Sky Garden. With its lush greenery and tranquil fountains, it was an urban paradise. We lounged, soothed by the melodic cascades of water, and found a moment of peace in the heart of the mall. 

 

But the day wasn't over yet. Our curiosity is piqued by the allure of Ma Dao, a sanctuary for Vietnamese spring roll aficionados. The variety was staggering: chicken, beef, pork – you name it. We dove into the spring roll extravaganza, each bite a crunchy, flavorful revelation. 

 

Our adventure continued with the irresistible allure of Din Tai Fung's legendary cuisine, and we couldn't resist taking some of their magic home with us. With takeout bags brimming with carefully packaged gastronomic treasures, we left Din Tai Fung.

Our day at SM Mall of Asia was a tapestry of tastes, trends, and tranquility. It was more than just a day out; it was an experience, a journey through the delights that this shopping mecca has to offer. As the sun set on our adventure, we left with full bellies, stylish finds, and serene smiles, already dreaming of our next visit.

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In the cozy confines of my bedroom, where the light filters in with a softness that seems to whisper encouragement, magic happens. No, I'm not talking about the pull-a-rabbit-out-of-a-hat kind of magic. I'm talking about the kind that comes from a simple brush, vibrant paints, and a canvas that's not just fabric, but a story waiting to unfold - a handpainted bag that's more than just an accessory; but a small ambassador of goodwill.

Welcome to my world, a place where I'm not just the artist, but the alchemist of good vibes, transforming blank totes into carriers of joy. Let me preface this by saying that I am by no means a professional painter. My artistic endeavors are merely a hobby and an outlet for self-expression. But sometimes, it's the simplest of creations that carry the most profound messages.

Each handcrafted bag that emerges from my makeshift studio (a.k.a. the corner of my bedroom where dreams are spun into reality) is a testament to a passion that burns brighter than the most meticulously curated art space. With every dab and swirl of my brush, I'm not just applying paint; I'm infusing the fabric with a piece of my soul.

I often find myself hunched over my latest creation, so engrossed in the process that the world outside fades to a distant hum. The aches that come from hours of stooped concentration? Merely battle scars from a labor of love, a small price to pay for the smiles that these bags will carry along with their earthly possessions.

In this intimate atelier of mine, there's no room for pretense. It's just me, my brushes, and an unwavering commitment to spreading positivity—one hand-painted tote at a time.

Forget the grandeur of galleries and the prestige of professional studios. My art is born from the simple desire to brighten someone's day, to weave a thread of happiness through the fabric of the everyday. And if that isn't the purest form of art, I don't know what is.

Picture this: a spectrum of bags, each one a canvas of my heart, lined up like eager messengers ready to deliver a simple yet profound message. I hope with all my heart that the recipients of these bags feel the warmth and care embedded in every brushstroke.

These handcrafted gems are priceless in their intent. But let's not forget the most important feature of these bags—the message they carry. Emblazoned with gentle reminders like "Be Kind" or "Be A Good Person," they're not just meant to hold your essentials; they're designed to hold a piece of wisdom, a nudge towards positivity in a world that sometimes forgets the power of goodness.

Imagine the ripple effect as these bags make their way through bustling streets, quiet cafes, or even in solemn churches,  and the myriad places in between. They're conversation starters, silent yet powerful declarations that we're all in this together, and that a little kindness goes a long way.

So to those who now own a piece of this project, I hope you carry these bags with pride and joy. May they be a constant reminder to spread kindness and goodness wherever you go. And to those who witness these bags in passing, may you catch the message and carry it forward in your way. 

Promote positivity by offering a genuine smile to someone you know or to some strangers, extending a helping hand where needed, or making a small, sincere gesture that can instill hope in others. Act with authentic kindness and purpose.

In a world where every bit of positivity counts, I like to think of my handpainted bags as small but Mighty Warriors of Compassion, With every piece I create, I hope to send out ripples of joy. Because in the end, isn't that what it's all about? Sharing a piece of your heart, one brushstroke at a time, and watching the good vibes spread like the most beautiful of colors on a canvas. Stay vibrant, stay joyful, and carry a piece of this passion with you.

Note:  

To ensure the longevity of the bags, please handle them with care and maintain them properly. While I understand that my hand-painted bags are not designed to endure indefinitely, I am aware that they may eventually succumb to wear and tear. The fabric might fray, the seams could unravel, and the painted designs might start to chip away. Despite this, I hold onto the belief that the essence of what they represent will persist. To those who have owned these bags, or even those who have merely glimpsed them, I hope the message they carry resonates far beyond the physical lifespan of the bags themselves. 💕

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I was the lead actor in a bed-bound saga, playing the role of a human burrito wrapped in blankets, oscillating between fever dreams and reality. My only audience? A symphony of sneezes, a choir of coughs, and blade-wielding ninjas.

It all started on a day much like any other, except for the fact that my throat decided to turn into a battleground that felt like it had been attacked for what I can only describe by a gang of tiny, invisible ninjas armed with the sharpest of blades. Every swallow was a perilous journey, a gamble where the stakes were nothing less than my sanity. Ouch!

But that wasn't the worst part. Oh no, my friends. My body decided to go on strike, leaving me weak and feeble. My stomach was doing somersaults, performing a circus act that would put any acrobat to shame. as if auditioning for Cirque du Soleil. I tell you, it was a performance worthy of a standing ovation if only I could stand without feeling like I was on the deck of a ship in a Category 5 hurricane. And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I experienced the dreaded phenomenon known as "cold feet." No, not the kind you get before a big decision, but literal icy toes that sent shivers down my spine.

And if that wasn't enough, my body decided to add insult to injury by making me vomit. Yep, you heard that right. I was a human fountain, spewing out all the contents of my stomach like a malfunctioning water feature. It was a sight to behold, let me tell you.

During this time, I lived like a hermit from the Stone Age, disconnected from the world of tweets, likes, and shares. My phone lay neglected, as the thought of scrolling through the endless drama of social media was about as appealing as a hug from a cactus.

Food, once my greatest ally and comfort, became a stranger. Excitement was a foreign concept; all I craved was the sweet oblivion of sleep.

After three days of what felt like a dance with death, I emerged from my cocoon of blankets, still weak but no longer at the darkest door. Venturing outside, I was a paradox on legs – one moment a picture of health, the next a swooning damsel in distress. If you chanced upon me, you'd think I was auditioning for a soap opera, with dramatic flair in one scene and a pale, greenish hue in the next. "Is she channeling her inner Meryl Streep, or is this the real deal?" you'd wonder. My condition was as unpredictable as a game show.

Behind my facade of vitality, I was a covert operative in Operation: Convalesce. Our visitors, my elder sister and her family probably suspected nothing as I juggled my dual identity—part-time superhero, full-time flu fighter. Sometimes I'd quip, with a weak chuckle, trying to downplay the internal rebellion my body was staging against me. Not fully recovered, I masqueraded as the epitome of wellness, while my insides waged war like a scene from "300."

In the grand finale, I may have strutted around like I owned the place, but deep down, I was just a mere mortal longing for the holy trinity of recovery: a snuggly blanket, a steaming mug of herbal elixir, and the sweet embrace of my bed.

I'm currently on the road to recovery, but my sense of smell seems to have taken an extended vacation. It's like my nose decided to go on a sabbatical without giving me any notice. Rude, right?

Now, I don't know about you, but not being able to smell perfume is a real bummer. I mean, how am I supposed to appreciate the sweet scent of success if I can't even detect a whiff of Chanel No. 5? It's a tragedy, I tell you

.But wait, there's more! My taste buds are also on strike, or at least 30% of them are. It's like my tongue is playing a game of hide-and-seek with flavors. I'm only getting a partial taste of the culinary wonders the world has to offer. It's like having a VIP ticket to a concert but only being able to hear the bass. Not exactly the full experience, you know?

Now, here's where things get interesting. We had a family get-together recently, and everyone was raving about the adobo. They were all like, "Oh my goodness, this is the best adobo I've ever tasted!" Meanwhile, I was sitting there, clueless and nodding along like a bobblehead. To me, all the food tasted the same. It was like a symphony of blandness, a culinary conspiracy against my taste buds.

But fear not, my friends, for I shall persevere! I may not be 100% well, but I refuse to let my lack of smell and partial taste dampen my spirits. Who needs fancy perfumes and a fully functioning palate when you have a heart full of laughter and a sense of humor that can conquer any obstacle?

And if you ever see me sniffing random objects or licking my plate like a madman, just know that I'm on a quest to reclaim my senses, one hilarious moment at a time.😀

And so, my friends, here I am, your humble narrator, still a bit wobbly but back in the land of the living. It's been a wild ride, one that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. But fear not, for I have returned with a newfound appreciation for health, hand sanitizer, and the healing power of laughter.

🤧 Before I say goodbye,  let me give you some friendly advice.  The flu season is here, and it's ready to party like it's 1999! So, my dear friends, it's time to put on your flu-fighting armor and get ready to battle those pesky germs, bacteria, and viruses like the warriors we are! 💪

I've got some handy-dandy tips to help you survive this flu season with a smile on your face and a tissue in your hand!

1️⃣ First and foremost, wash your hands like you're scrubbing off the evidence of a wild weekend in Vegas! Sing your favorite song, do a little dance, and make sure those hands are squeaky clean. Trust me, it's like a mini dance party for your fingers!

2️⃣ Now, let's talk about sneezing and coughing etiquette. No, no, we're not auditioning for a new horror movie here! Remember to cover your mouth and nose with your elbow, not your hand. We don't want to spread those bacteria and virus like a contagious confetti cannon!

3️⃣ Time to boost that immune system! Eat your fruits and veggies like they're the last slice of pizza at a party. Load up on those vitamins and minerals, and show those flu bugs who's boss!

4️⃣ Stay hydrated, my friends! Water is your flu-fighting sidekick. Guzzle it down like you're a superhero saving the world from dehydration, one sip at a time.

5️⃣ Lastly, get plenty of rest and sleep like a sloth on a Sunday morning. Your body needs that downtime to recharge and fight off any potential flu invaders. Plus, who doesn't love an excuse for a cozy nap?

So, my fellow warriors, let's conquer this flu season together! Stay healthy, stay happy, and remember to laugh in the face of those pesky germs, bacteria and viruses. After all, laughter is the best medicine, and it's way more fun than a flu shot! 😂🤣 Stay safe, everyone! #fluchronicle #personalstory #blogpost #myflufiasco #bloglife #flujourney #stayhealthy #flusurvivor #bloggersofinstagram #communitymatters #anasiantraveler #fluadvice

In today's post, I delve into a fascinating topic that challenges the way we perceive virtue and behavior. It is often said that some individuals measure their virtue solely based on their beliefs, rather than how they behave. This intriguing concept raises questions about the true nature of righteousness and how it can sometimes be clouded by our own biases.

I invite you to join me where we aim to shed light on the complexities of human behavior and the dichotomy between belief and action. I hope to encourage self-reflection and inspire a deeper understanding of what it truly means to be virtuous. I sincerely hope that this blog post encourages you to reflect on your own beliefs and behaviors. Together, let us strive to be mindful of our actions and cultivate a genuine sense of righteousness that aligns with our values.

As humans, we all have a sense of morality and virtue. We strive to be good people, to do the right thing, and to treat others with kindness and respect. However, some individuals measure their virtue not by their actions, but by their beliefs. They feel righteous even while acting like beasts, and this can have serious consequences for themselves and those around them.

Belief is a powerful thing. It can shape our worldview, our values, and our behavior. But when belief becomes disconnected from action, it can lead to a dangerous sense of self-righteousness. These individuals may believe that they are good people because they hold certain beliefs or subscribe to a particular ideology, but their behavior tells a different story.

For example, someone may believe that they are a good person because they are against racism and discrimination. However, if they engage in racist behavior or make discriminatory comments, their belief becomes meaningless. They may still feel righteous because they hold the belief that racism is wrong, but their behavior tells a different story.

This phenomenon is not limited to any particular group or ideology. It can be found in individuals across the political and religious spectrum. It is a human tendency to want to feel good about ourselves, and belief can be a way to achieve that feeling. However, it is important to remember that belief alone is not enough. It is our actions that truly define us.

So what can we do to avoid falling into this trap? First, we must be honest with ourselves about our behavior. We must be willing to examine our actions and hold ourselves accountable for any wrongdoing. Second, we must be willing to listen to others and consider their perspectives. It is easy to become entrenched in our beliefs and dismiss those who disagree with us, but this only serves to reinforce our self-righteousness. Finally, we must strive to live our beliefs through our actions. If we believe in kindness, we must be kind. If we believe in justice, we must work to create a just world.

To sum up, measuring our virtue by what we believe rather than how we behave can lead to a dangerous sense of self-righteousness. It is important to remember that belief alone is not enough. We must be willing to examine our actions, listen to others, and strive to live our beliefs through our behavior. Only then can we truly be good people.

Note:  I apologize for the delay in posting this, as it was originally intended to be shared yesterday, which was Sunday. However, due to unforeseen circumstances, I was unable to do so. Hence, I am sharing it today, on Monday. This is why I refer to it as my Sunday musing, as it was initially meant for that day. I would also like to mention that this is my first attempt at sharing something like this, so please bear with me.  I appreciate your understanding and hope you have a wonderful day. 🤗