Have You Any LinkedIn Yet? #MondayMemiors

Lately, I have been looking at various company and individual LinkedIn accounts. (No, I hadn’t been looking for new work, if that’s what you’re thinking.) It dawned on me that I should start updating my own LinkedIn account. I’ve had that account for years and never really used it (long story). Since I’m the type of person who likes to list down things so I won’t forget them, I thought why not?

JENNIFER FEDERIZO ENRIQUEZ

I spent maybe almost two weeks editing and re-editing. I wanted it to be perfect, for me, at least. I tried to remember everything I could remember, consult references, connect with people. It’s probably still not perfect, but I’m now happy with it.

I did want to add a LinkedIn badge here or on my blogfolio (which I heavily linked to), but I honestly could not get the whole instruction. That said, here’s what my intro-header looks like:

This is is how I greet you on LinkedIn

You know, until I did this, I never really realized how much I had written through the years.

19 publications! Not even sure if I missed anything. Definitely, I can’t share those I wrote for as a web content writer

Not everything there is for public consumption, but I have allowed that my About section would be viewable.

Here’s what it says:

“I am a W/E/Bist (Writer. Editor. Blogger.). Main skills: Content/Creative/Journalistic Writing, Editing/Copyediting, Internet Research, Social Media Management & Marketing, Multi-Media and Communications Work.

I had been an Editorial Assistant & Staff Writer for a publication, editor-contributor for a book, blog admin-writer for clients, and copywriter. My work experience also largely includes public relations- and advertising-related work. I have done Project Management or Team Leading as well.

Currently a Web Content Writer, I often write/edit articles, blog posts, and press releases. My work includes Search Engine Optimization, Search Engine Marketing, and online video productions (using Biteable.com). I have ample experience using Google AdWords plus very basic Google Analytics and Bing Ads.

Certifications: Inbound Marketing, Inbound Sales Marketing, and Email Marketing certifications from Hubspot Academy. For more: https://jenriquezwriterportfolio.wordpress.com/certifications-and-awards/

I am adaptable, able to learn new skills. I can handle very basic web designing and development tasks, given enough time to learn/train. My various experiences have introduced me to programs and online tools.

Generally, I avoid doing things half-baked.

On a more personal note:

I have been a blogger for around 15 years, writing articles and occasional fiction and poetry. WordPress is my go-to platform now though I have handled various platforms. I have both a personal site and a portfolio blog. On the side, I serve as adviser/editor and story assist for a local comics series by an independent artist. At the moment, I am slowly learning how to utilize YouTube (for now, I use Windows Photo Editor) and will be getting back to giving advice on Quora soon.” 

Can you tell me if it’s already informative? What does it lack? Or is it a case of an over-share? It may or may not attract head hunters, but I am really happy with it. Right now, anyway. Of course, I reveal more in private (oops, that came out wrong, LOL!!!). For fun, I Googled “Jennifer Enriquez LinkedIn” the other day. I was not #1, but I was in the Top Ten Results, yay! What’s more, I was the first Filipino listed, at least 🙂

 

Do you have your own LinkedIn account? Let me know what you think 🙂

Memories of The Big C #MondayMemoirs

There was a time that I worked for an actual print publication. It was a health-and-lifestyle magazine though it was far from the ordinary. Ours was centered on cancer, its survivors, and how to overcome, fight and win against it. They were, for me, very interesting times.

Almost two weeks ago, I shared on my folio blog my experiences working for the mag and some of the insights that I gathered along the way.

So for today, since I am guessing you missed them, I am sharing my stories to you guys as well. Just click on the image and you’ll be good to go 🙂

My Big C memory lane

Remembering My First Teachers (A Daughter’s Memoirs) #MondayMemoirs #atozchallenge2017

Note: It was supposed to be a simple Facebook post about Teachers’ Day/Month, but their memories inspired me. The first is the English translation, followed by the original, which I admit is better. I realized it would be great to use it as my “M” word for the A to Z Challenge I was finishing since I’ve had “memoirs” in my head for a long while now.

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“Respect the teachers that awaken minds, for while we owe our lives to our parents, we owe our humanity to our teachers.” (Gregoria de Jesus) — Just my translation. Credits go to Project Saysay

I had teachers for parents. I never knew of anything else they did for work except be educators. Teaching had always been their profession long before I was born. My father only had to stop teaching when he suffered a mild stroke. It affected his brain, causing the short-term memory loss. He became more temperamental, yet he could be jolly and quite the joker as well. He became more expressive. He could be difficult, too, his maturity having somewhat returned to the level of a younger man’s. There came a point when it seemed I gained a teenage brother that I had to often reprimand for being annoying and difficult.

Despite that, my father still knew who was the parent and who was the child, especially when I had to be reminded that I was still the child. His brows would meet and he’d sternly say my name as a warning. That was the father I knew: just one look and my sister and I would sit and shut up.

My mother had to stop teaching much later due to her ailments — she decided to file for an early retirement. She had always been sickly even when I was little. I remember a time that I, being a child, unintentionally hurt her feelings. Having learned a big word, I said that she was just being a hypochondriac. This really hurt her feelings and I immediately felt bad and regretted it. I could not say sorry at all.

From then on, however, I did not look at her ailments as simply nothing. And it made me admire her more for despite everything that she was going through, my mother was still able to work hard and guide her students, including other people around her.

They taught and helped so many.

A lot of my father’s students got along well with him, some became his friends, and many learned how to plant/garden, build stuff (I only remember that the subject was called “Shop”), and be good at sports, particularly in volleyball.

I will never forget the almost-weekly volleyball games at our barangay school every Saturday or Sunday. He would simply dribble the ball on the still-newly cemented road and its sounds would echo. Soon, those who wanted to join would arrive one by one, be they current students or past students, whatever the age.

Meanwhile, my mother had so many children, those she helped not just in learning math (geometry, trigonometry) but in their personal lives. There were those who found the right path again through her after getting lost. We heard of these stories from the various former students who went to pay their last respects during her wake. She would sometimes give money to kids who had no allowance. Other times, she would visit the parents of kids with school problems or who were usually absent. On many Saturdays, too, she chose to be at the school to prepare various things for the days ahead.

They said she was strict, but she was also a joy and a dear friend. I knew that, I saw that, I felt that. And while I felt somewhat jealous of them, I didn’t harbor ill feelings because even then, I knew of how good a person she was.

…My apologies. I felt like sharing these memories with you since this is the time to pay tribute to our teachers. I would like to salute the two people who were my first teachers. They were not perfect, but they were the first to teach me what it means to be human. I have not yet surpassed or achieved what they did, but they will serve as my inspiration. Most of all, they are the reason that I’m alive and why I am here.

This also pays tribute to them whose leaving has been a real loss to those of us that they loved and that love them still.

A SALUTE TO ALL OUR BELOVED TEACHERS!!!

Now, the Facebook post:

Naging guro ang mga magulang ko. Lumaki akong walang ibang alam kundi guro sila. Ipinanganak ako na iyon na ang kanilang hanap-buhay.

Natigil lamang ang aking ama sa pagtuturo noong siya’y magka-mild stroke. Naapektuhan nito ang utak niya, na naging sanhi ng kanyang short-term memory loss. Naging mas madaling uminit ang ulo, pero mas masayahin at maloko rin. Mas ‘expressive’. Mas matigas din ang ulo, sapagka’t mistula siyang bumalik sa panahong siya’y binata o binatilyo. Dumating ang panahon na tila nagkaroon ako ng lalaking kapatid na madalas pagsabihan sa kakulitan at katigasan ng ulo.

Gayunpaman, alam pa rin niya kung sino ang magulang at sino ang anak, lalo na kapag nakakalimutan kong anak pa rin nga pala ako. Titingin siya ng nakakunot-noo at mariing sasabihin ang pangalan ko bilang babala. Ganoon ang dating ama na kilala ko: isang tingin pa lamang ay tumatahimik na ako at ang ate ko.

Ang aking ina naman ay tumigil dahilan sa kanyang mga sakit — nagpasya siyang mag-retiro nang mas maaga. Bata pa ako ay sakitin na siya. Naroong bilang bata, nasaktan ko ang damdamin niya. Minsan, palibhasa ay natuto ng isang salitang malalim, nasambit ko na ‘hypochondriac’ lang siya. Dinamdam niya ito nang labis at pagkatapos na pagkatapos ay pinagsisihan ko ito. Hindi ko nagawang humingi ng tawad.

Nguni’t mula noon, hindi ko na ipinagwalang-bahala ang kanyang mga karamdaman. Kaya’t ako’y napahanga rin niya sapagka’t bagama’t may mga karamdamang dinadala, nagawa pa rin niyang maging masipag at umalalay sa kanyang mga mag-aaral, pati na rin sa ibang tao sa paligid.

Marami silang naturuan at natulungan.

Marami sa mga mag-aaral ng aking ama ang kanyang naging kabiruan, mayroong ibang naging kaibigan, at marami ang natutong magtanim, bumuo ng mga bagay (“Shop” lang ang alam kong tawag sa asignaturang ‘yon noon), at maging magaling sa larangan ng palakasan, partikular na sa volleyball.

Di ko malilimutan ang halos linggo-linggong paglalaro nila ng volleyball sa paaralan ng barangay tuwing Sabado o Linggo. Patatalbugin lamang ang bola sa noo’y bago pa ring sementadong daan at aalingawngaw ang tunog nito. Maya-maya ay magsisidating ang nais makisali, mga kasalukuyang mag-aaral man o dating mag-aaral, anuman ang edad.

Ang aking ina naman ay maraming naging anak, mga natulungan di lang sa pag-aaral ng matematika (geometry, trigonometry) kundi sa personal na buhay. May ilan na natutong bumalik mula sa lumihis na daan. Nalaman namin ito mula sa maraming dumalaw upang makiramay sa kanyang paglisan. Naroong bigyan niya ng perang baon ang mag-aaral niya. Naroong puntahan ang mga magulang ng ibang nagka-suliranin sa pag-aaral o kaya’y madalas lumiban sa klase. Naroong kahit Sabado ay pinili niyang pumasok upang gumawa ng mga dapat ihanda para sa mga susunod na araw.

Sabi nila, kahit siya ay naging istrikto, naging masayahin at kaibigan nila siya. Alam ko iyon, nakita ko, nadama ko. At kahit na may lihim akong tampo dala ng selos, di ko ito itinanim sa sarili ko sapagka’t noon pa man, batid ko ang kanyang kabutihan ng loob.

…Pasensya na. Naisip ko lang ibahagi ang mga ito sapagka’t ngayon ay panahon ng pagpupugay para sa mga guro. Nagpupugay din ako sa dalawang una kong naging mga guro. Bagama’t di perpekto, sila and unang nagturo sa akin ng pagpapakatao. Hindi ko pa nahihigitan o naaabot man lamang ang nagawa nila, pero sila ang magsisilbing inspirasyon ko. Higit sa lahat, sila ang dahilan ng aking pagiging tao at kung bakit ako naririto.

Ibinahagi ko na rin ito bilang pagpupugay sa kanila na ang paglisan ay tunay na kawalan sa aming kanilang minahal at sa kanila’y nagmamahal.

PAGPUPUGAY PARA SA LAHAT NG MAHAL NATING MGA GURO!!!

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Have you thanked your teachers yet?

M is for “Memoirs”

This piece serves as my Letter M post for the A to Z Challenge 2017.

For my previous posts, kindly visit my A to Z Challenge 2017 page.

“I miss Perspective” (post-) #MondayMemoirs

One of the things that has kept me busy these days is collating all of my written articles that I can collect in one place. No, not here. I have made a new blog that will serve as my online portfolio. It has become necessary since I have been asked to share previous works done long before my current job. So I thought I’d create it.

So far, I have not really posted anything yet, but I have been busy creating the pages (which I can’t seem to make publicly visible for now, for some reason) and finding links. You see, many published articles are either missing now or not archived online. Thankfully, I have soft copies of many. What bothers and annoys me is the idea of retyping the many more articles that only have hard copies. I am trying as much as possible to find archived copies.

To make this story short, my search for possibly archived UPLB Perspective articles brought me to this old post that can be found in TonyoCruz.com. My fellow-Perspective writer Anthony Ian “Tonyo” Cruz (blogger/columnist/strategist) and his commenters — anonymous or otherwise, like political humor blogger The Professional Heckler — described a wonderful part of my college life back then. It was a time when the world was already getting much more modern and we were still stuck in early 19th century technology. Okay, exaggerated, but really, floppy discs, no laptops,…?

So I’m sharing 🙂 Just click on the image, guys.

The blog post that made me reminisce my days as student journalist

 

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I just realized something…it wasn’t Monday yesterday! I forgot that we were on holiday last Monday! And here I was trying to post just minutes before it was supposed to turn Tuesday in other parts of the world.

Sorry about that. Mea culpa..Ha ha haaa!!!

The Hunchback of Rural High #MondayMemoirs #KwentongUPRural

I was never popular in high school. If I ever was, that could be because I was considered weird, which never offended me. I welcomed being voted as Weirdest Girl in Class two years in a row. For me, that meant I was not one to conform just to be called cool. Besides, when you’re a writer, people just tag you as weird. Hollywood fed us that idea.

Most probably, though, if I ever was popular, it was because I was the Hunchback of Rural High. I was the short girl looking like Quasimodo.

I didn’t use to be like that. I did not have a humped back prior to high school. I was a shy kid in grade school who only started coming out of her shell in fourth grade. By sixth grade, I was jumping from tables, singing the oldie La Bamba shamelessly…Then a teacher sent me back into my shell, accusing me in front of the other kids because she supposedly didn’t like something I said about her favorite student.

I was dumbfounded and confused. I did not even understand what she meant until days later! Worse was, she thought wrong as I was not referring to him. Unfortunately, my self-esteem already suffered because of it. Why a teacher should even get offended by a student practicing the right to choose who to like or not is beyond me. By the time I reached high school, I was starting to develop the humped back.

Well, that was my backstory, no pun intended. High school started and soon, boys from my batch would sing the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT) theme song whenever I passed by. But I never hid or ran away; I just passed by poker-faced. I knew they’d get tired of it one day. Thankfully, the bullying didn’t go further than that. But of course, I resented what they did; I had feelings, too. Some years ago, an old teacher reminded me of the time I had the guts to tell him to tell those boys, whom he was friends with, to get off my back (again, no pun intended).

The funny thing was, to be honest, I resented them because I thought they were referring to the “mutant” part, which, for me, translated to “uber-ugly girl”.  It was months after that I realized they didn’t exactly mean it that way. They meant something else. Surprisingly, that lifted my self-esteem a bit. I was glad they were referring to something else that I could do something about.

So, I did do something about it. I started trying to fix my Quasimodo posture. If you think it was easy, it wasn’t.

It took a lot of effort and self-awareness to prevent the slumping whenever I walked. I could actually feel the physical pressure every time I tried to keep my back straight. If you were near me enough, you’d probably hear me groaning a bit. It worked, though. I may not walk straight as a model, but I got my intended result. I didn’t know the reason for the humped back until Home Economics in the fourth year: a book explained that slumping was a sign of insecurity. I thought, Well, that figures.

The teasing stopped. A boy in senior year attempted to revive it by singing the TMNT song as I walked nearer. It was the classic case of someone bullying somebody else to compensate for his own low self-esteem. Instead of feeling hurt or getting mad, I was amused and tempted to say, “What, you’re still not over that?“ He never tried again.

 

My whole high school life was like everyone else’s. I had to struggle with different issues (body changes, grades, crushes, friendships, lack of confidence). However, if there’s one thing that made me different, it was this early experience.  It hurt emotionally and physically, but that was part of what made me, me.

I don’t resent those boys anymore. I forgave them a long time ago. I’m thankful they somehow taught me to stand up straight. Take it figuratively, take it literally, it’s up to you. Besides, I kind of liked the ninja turtles 😊

 

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Usually, I don’t follow the Philippine time when I post stuff. But I wanted this posted already before I forget or lose interest again. While it’s still Sunday in most readers’ part of the world, it’s already Monday here, so this counts as a #MondayMemoirs post.

I’ve already mentioned about my turtle “background” before, but this is a bit more revealing and personal. I wrote about it because our high school reunion is coming and I’ve been asked to write my HS experience for our unique souvenir programme. I was able to submit three write-ups (Rattling Cages and two trivia pieces). Unfortunately, this one did not meet the deadline. I was supposed to share this after the reunion, but since it’s not going to be part of the programme anyway, I went ahead and shared it. (By the way, my school was the U.P. Rural High School, ergo, the use of the “Rural” word.)

I do have a DISCLAIMER: I don’t, in anyway, hate my old school. This is not to speak ill of it. I shared this because (1) my growth was important to me, and (2) to show that things like this happen anywhere. Ultimately, it is up to us to choose which life lessons we’re going to keep and how we will use them to our advantage.

Any comments or thoughts? I won’t mind. Let me know below! Or maybe share your own experiences? 😉

I’m a Writer!!! (post)-#MondayMemoirs

I wasn’t planning on posting a #MondayMemoirs especially because it’s past Monday, but I had been re-reading and reactivating blog posts. As you can see from the image, at the Blog Archive section, I had been working on my 2004-2005 posts. Then I got it in my head to see what I posted on August 22, 2005. THIS below was the result.

Granted that the date was the 21st, but in the post, it said “I am now the Editorial Assistant/Writer for a magazine! I start tomorrow!” That means that today, 12 years ago, I officially became a professional writer! Isn’t that a very good reason to reminisce, celebrate and be thankful for???

Being a writer may not be a lucrative job, but I feel so lucky that I get to do what I love 🙂

The Unofficial Translation #MondayMemoirs

On January 3, 2005, I shared through Multiply one of my favorite Filipino songs, Sa Ugoy ng Duyan. As many of my contacts were non-Filipinos, I thought I’d share a translation. However, at the time, I could not find any worthy translation, so I decided to create my own called The Lulling Cradle, which I included in a previous post (check the last video). I was quick to mention it was an unofficial translation. From what I now remember, there were two to three people who asked permission to share my translation, so I said YES, as long as I got credited.

Fast forward to a few years after, and then a few years more, I have found out that my translation is kind of making the rounds online, without proper credit and no explanation that it is just one of more translations. I don’t expect or plan to earn from it in however way, but I do believe in giving credit where credit is due, or at least linking to where you found something (to be able to trace the original). Also, I don’t want it to be the only translation as there maybe better ones out there. I checked last week and found more sites/blogs using this translation.

So here is My Official Claim and Official Disclaimer:

I own the piece The Lulling Cradle, an unofficial translation of the song Sa Ugoy ng Duyan.

LULLING CRADLE

Those good old days, I pray won’t fade
When I was young and in Mother’s care
Oh, to hear dear Mother’s lullaby again
The song of love as she rocked my cradle.

In my deep and peaceful slumber
The stars watch over me in vigil
Life was like heaven in the arms of Mother
Now my heart longs for the lulling cradle.

Those good old days, I pray won’t fade
When I was young and in Mother’s care
Oh, to hear dear Mother’s lullaby again
The song of love as she rocked my cradle.

Lull me, Mother, in my dear old cradle
Oh, Mother.

“Effanineffable 1: The Brain” #MondayMemoirs

This was one of my very first actual posts in my history of personal blogging. That was way back the Multiply platform days. But time sure does fly!

As explained in my homepage, “If you don’t get what ‘effanineffable’ means, congratulations, you got it.” The great T. S. Eliot came up with the word for his work Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats. It’s a kind of weird word, a play at the original “effable” and at “ineffable”. As to the assigned number on the title, I wanted it to be a kind of series, like my weekly hash potatoes (no Twitter yet in those days). From what I know, there’s at least one more that followed this. Anyhoo, this was just me being goofy 😉

GASP! I Cook?!!! #MondayMemoirs

Alright, to make things clear, I do cook A LITTLE, I’m not entirely helpless. Mainly, I fry stuff (as you’ll find out later), but I also cook rice and do a few quick stuff like the simple bistek, a kind of alliteration for beef steak, and which often is ironically done with pork, not beef. Do give me a recipe and all the ingredients and I can promise it would be edible, at least.   

My father was the cook in the family and he taught their first-born how to cook; obviously, I’m not that first-born. I take after my mother who concentrated more on her studies in her younger days, ergo, she knew just a little bit more than I do when it came to whipping up dishes.

Given much time and resources, cooking/baking could be one of my hobbies. I’ve done it in Home Economics classes in high school and enjoyed it every time. And, believe it or not, in college, I took up, by choice, Human Nutrition courses where we learned more stuff about cooking (and nutrition, never forget about that). Honestly, hoarder that I am, I still keep recipes and very informative stuff they have given us because I know they’re good material.

The only reason I changed my remaining HN courses to General Agriculture ones, some of which I really also enjoyed (especially Entomology classes), was because HN did a lot of chemistry-related stuff, too, and Chemistry hated me. So what to do, right?

Anyway, a few years ago, I tried to go vegetarian. I have not won that challenge, but I am happy to report I learned to eat more and more veggies unlike when I was younger. I also started to experiment and to make the story short, I wanted to create ten recipes using tofu as a/the main ingredient. I was inspired because the group I was with were serving really delicious veggie food and lots of them were soy-based. My most fave would be spaghetti as I love pasta.

I was not able to come up with ten recipes yet, especially because I only had basic cooking knowledge (which means frying stuff), but I did come up with some. I’m sharing them with you now.

I do need to warn you that the tastes may not appeal to you at all as we all do have our own preferences. If you’re not a fan of tofu (tokwa here) or soy in general, then this may not appeal to you now at all. Oh, well, to each his own and I’m not twisting your arm to try these. If you do, make your own changes to sizes and amounts and stuff.

I’m just happy I made them. Someday, I’ll learn more in the kitchen. Meanwhile,…

(NOTE: Sorry, I’ve never taken any pics)

SUPERGI’S SQUASHED AND SCRAMBLED EGG FOO YONG

Ingredients:

1 piece tofu/tokwa, sliced preferably in very small cubes

½ cup of sliced fresh squash, also preferably in very small bits/cubes

2 eggs, beaten together

liquid seasoning

mushroom powder (preferred but not necessary)

cooking oil (better if vegetarian oil)

How to Cook:

1. Put the tofu and squash together.
2. Pour a dash of liquid seasoning and sprinkle a dash or two of mushroom powder then mix everything.
3. Sprinkle some mushroom powder as well on the beaten eggs.
4. Heat the oil then sauté the tofu-squash mix for a minute or two (depending on the size of the bits) until they seem nearly cooked.
5. Pour in the egg and keep sautéing everything until the egg is cooked according to your preference.
6. Serve when done.

Serves 2-3 people, depending on how they like it 😉

JUANITA BANANA SOY FRITTERS

They must be eaten warm/hot!

Ingredients:

2 pieces tofu/tokwa

1 ripe banana, medium-size

3 cups cornstarch

mushroom powder (preferred but not necessary)

cooking oil (better if vegetarian oil)

How to Cook:

1. Mash tofu together with the banana. You may or may not choose to use the whole banana, depending on how ripe it is and how sweet you want your fritter.
2. Add the cornstarch and sprinkle a dash or two of mushroom powder then mix, mix, mix.
3. Roll mixture into small balls.
4. Heat the oil then fry the balls until they are light-brown. DO NOT fry to the point of the balls toughening and especially avoid burnt pieces.
5. Serve when done.

Serves 2-4 people, depending on chosen sizes. They can be quite sweet so a maximun of two cooked pieces for each person unless they have a sweet tooth and would like more. Best served while still hot.

OH, MY CREAMY TOFU AUMELETTE I

Ingredients:

1 piece tofu/tokwa, sliced preferably in very small cubes

1 egg, beaten

mushroom powder (preferred but not necessary)

powdered pepper

evaporated milk

cooking oil (better if vegetarian oil)

1. Heat the oil then sauté the tofu.
2. Sprinkle a dash of mushroom powder and pepper.
3. When it’s beginning to look cooked, add in the egg and immediately follow with pouring the milk (how much depends on you but preferably not so much that it begins to look like soup).
4. Keep sautéing everything until the egg is of your desired consistency.
5. Serve when done.

NOTE: You may substitute veggie oil for cooking oil.

OH, MY CREAMY TOFU AUMELETTE II

Ingredients:

1 piece tofu/tokwa, sliced preferably in very small cubes

1 piece medium-size hotdog OR 2 pieces ham,

sliced preferably in very small bits/cubes

1 egg, beaten

mushroom powder (preferred but not necessary)

powdered pepper

evaporated milk

cooking oil

1. Heat the oil then sauté the hotdog or ham.
2. Add in the tofu after a minute.
3. Sprinkle a dash of mushroom powder and pepper.
4. When it’s beginning to look cooked, add in the egg and immediately follow with pouring the milk (how much depends on you but preferably not so much that it begins to look like soup).
5. Keep sautéing everything until the egg is of your desired consistency.

6. Serve when done.

NOTE: You may substitute veggie meat for the hotdog and ham, veggie oil for cooking oil.

 

Do share to us more recipes that you know of!!!

My Decade-Old Grown-up Christmas List (post-)#MondayMemoirs

More than ten years ago, I listed down this list. Looking at it now, I can’t help but be amused by the antiquity of it. Obviously, either I’m done wishing for many of them already, or I got my wishes the next years. It does make me sad that I still wish for the last three, the most important ones.

How about you? Do you remember your wishes years ago? What happened since then?