DOHA BLUES 1.02: When I met Jollibee…in Doha 
Above is a perfect example of a happy OFW. I’m the one in the grey shirt (which I think makes me look fat).

Today is the first time in almost 4 months where I got to taste Philippines’ ‘Pride’ Chicken…the Jollibee Chicken Joy. Living so far away from home makes you miss even the things that you don’t usually eat.

I wasn’t really a big fan of the chicken joy, up until now. Tasting that scrumptious deep fried chicken wing after dunking it in gravy made me want to cry. It tastes like home…and I can imagine actually being back in Manila just because of it. Just to clear things out, I’m not exaggerating, it really is THAT good and it tastes just like buying it in a Jollibee branch in Metro Manila.

I always thought that there was something tacky about that big, fat, red bumblebee and I hated attending children’s parties back home because of how chaotic everything felt. How?
The host’s mic was always on full blast
They always played 80s-90s music that none of the kids know
And they always asked the mascot to dance…which was the tackiest part of all

But now that I live so far away, I experienced that same “tacky” party all over again. The host still had that irritating high pitched voice, they played dance songs from the 80s/90s and Jollibee, ofcourse, had a dance number.
But it felt much different now. I felt like I was being transported back home and it felt really good. I’m not really suffering from homesickness, it’s boredom that’s killing me here, and today, seeing Jollibee made me realize that to be happy, you just have to strut your stuff and dance to the groove.
xoxo

DOHA BLUES 1.02: When I met Jollibee…in Doha

Above is a perfect example of a happy OFW. I’m the one in the grey shirt (which I think makes me look fat).

Today is the first time in almost 4 months where I got to taste Philippines’ ‘Pride’ Chicken…the Jollibee Chicken Joy. Living so far away from home makes you miss even the things that you don’t usually eat.

I wasn’t really a big fan of the chicken joy, up until now. Tasting that scrumptious deep fried chicken wing after dunking it in gravy made me want to cry. It tastes like home…and I can imagine actually being back in Manila just because of it. Just to clear things out, I’m not exaggerating, it really is THAT good and it tastes just like buying it in a Jollibee branch in Metro Manila.

I always thought that there was something tacky about that big, fat, red bumblebee and I hated attending children’s parties back home because of how chaotic everything felt. How?

  1. The host’s mic was always on full blast
  2. They always played 80s-90s music that none of the kids know
  3. And they always asked the mascot to dance…which was the tackiest part of all

But now that I live so far away, I experienced that same “tacky” party all over again. The host still had that irritating high pitched voice, they played dance songs from the 80s/90s and Jollibee, ofcourse, had a dance number.

But it felt much different now. I felt like I was being transported back home and it felt really good. I’m not really suffering from homesickness, it’s boredom that’s killing me here, and today, seeing Jollibee made me realize that to be happy, you just have to strut your stuff and dance to the groove.

xoxo


DOHA BLUES 1.01: Chronicles of a bored 20 something
I haven’t been blogging lately due to the fact that I recently moved to the other side of the planet. I am now in Doha, Qatar and I’ve been here of 3 months.
First thing to point out is that it is definitely ‘More fun in the Philippines’. This is one of the most boring places on the planet, for a 24 year old like me. But I ain’t saying that Doha isn’t a beautiful city…it is. In fact it’s really nice for people who want to raise a family. Why?
It’s super clean
It’s super quiet
It’s super posh
And there are no noisy crowds and extreme traffic unlike how it is back in Manila.
But for someone like me who has spent the past year and a half travelling, drinking, and staying up late nights smoking with friends this is totally a 360 degree tranformation. I think that I’ve lost the fun in me and the sad part is that I can’t leave my job just like that. I have to finish my 2 year contract and as of now I still have 20 more months to go. #UGH
Oh and since the company is providing my accommodation, I have a deadly 10pm curfew. But I don’t really mind because there isn’t really much to go to for me to actually go home late. 
I’m ranting. Yes I am. I ask myself every single day, what I’ve gotten myself into. I should be back home in MNL, with my friends going to out of town trips during weekends…It’s so much fun back home but I also realize that in Manila I always go home with nothing but coins in my savings account; which is one of the biggest reasons why I had to leave. Another factor is that my parents aren’t really rich so I have to find ways to help my brother through college.
For young adults like me who have bigger responsibilities, life is super tough and I can’t always be selfish even if I really want to. And now I’m still bored/depressed/lonely/tired working 6 days a week, 9 hours a day, eating sausages and cornflakes. 
xoxo

DOHA BLUES 1.01: Chronicles of a bored 20 something

I haven’t been blogging lately due to the fact that I recently moved to the other side of the planet. I am now in Doha, Qatar and I’ve been here of 3 months.

First thing to point out is that it is definitely ‘More fun in the Philippines’. This is one of the most boring places on the planet, for a 24 year old like me. But I ain’t saying that Doha isn’t a beautiful city…it is. In fact it’s really nice for people who want to raise a family. Why?

  • It’s super clean
  • It’s super quiet
  • It’s super posh
  • And there are no noisy crowds and extreme traffic unlike how it is back in Manila.

But for someone like me who has spent the past year and a half travelling, drinking, and staying up late nights smoking with friends this is totally a 360 degree tranformation. I think that I’ve lost the fun in me and the sad part is that I can’t leave my job just like that. I have to finish my 2 year contract and as of now I still have 20 more months to go. #UGH

Oh and since the company is providing my accommodation, I have a deadly 10pm curfew. But I don’t really mind because there isn’t really much to go to for me to actually go home late. 

I’m ranting. Yes I am. I ask myself every single day, what I’ve gotten myself into. I should be back home in MNL, with my friends going to out of town trips during weekends…It’s so much fun back home but I also realize that in Manila I always go home with nothing but coins in my savings account; which is one of the biggest reasons why I had to leave. Another factor is that my parents aren’t really rich so I have to find ways to help my brother through college.

For young adults like me who have bigger responsibilities, life is super tough and I can’t always be selfish even if I really want to. And now I’m still bored/depressed/lonely/tired working 6 days a week, 9 hours a day, eating sausages and cornflakes. 

xoxo