Another office

Going out here allowed me to write a story in 30 mins. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Being cooped up in my small room for days on end really does something to my psyche and productivity. I keep on working there because I’m spoiled by the dual monitors and I find it hard to edit stories without them. But once I got out of my room and transferred here, I was able to write a short article for 30 minutes. Wow!

I should try to write in the grassy field in the campus one of these days—if the weather permits.

Seeing the sky like this while I work is uplifting. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I figured that I need to get out everyday to drive away the cobwebs in my head. This week I produced four stories, which is unusual, given my normal workload. I think the difference now is that I have the ability to be out in nature within minutes compared to when we were still in QC—which helps during productivity slumps.

I just realized that my existence in QC was poor given that I had no choice but to be locked up in that apartment because the environment outside was hostile. Cars, in utile sidewalks—if there are—and the unbearable heat makes one think twice about going out. It’s the perfect stage for one to be clinically depressed when she is dealing with post-breakup trauma while on a lockdown because access to nature was difficult. I tried my best though. I had my bike and my car so I can go to UP Diliman but it’s too much of an effort.

Meanwhile here, I have no excuse not to go out because it’s just right at my doorstep. Literally. And also going out into the wide open spaces only takes me five minutes or less, depending on my stride. Going to church only takes 10 minutes on foot. Same for the mom-and-pop shops. Starbucks is also 10 mins on foot.

Speaking of bikes, I should have our bikes fixed so we can bike for errands instead of bringing that car when parking is a huge problem here. Everyone has huge-ass SUVs but this old town is like Europe, the roads are made for calesas (horse-drawn carriages) and the local government can no longer widen the municipal roads because of the generations of families that have built structures along the roads. Moreover, there are no parking areas near commercial establishments. That’s why in high school, some classmates drove scooters instead of cars when going to school.

As for exercise, I can no longer take up running (I think I have forever busted my left knee, from an old football injury 23-25 years ago). I think that leaves me swimming as good cardio workout. I just learned from my sister that the university pool is open to alumni who want to use it everyday. I can add swimming to my weekly exercise regimen, if I find the time.

I must bring my cats for exercise. Right now they’re like this:

Kimchi looking like a cat with a bad hangover. Photo by Twin A.

I hope to wake up early tomorrow morning and see if I can swim at the university pool.


This is what the CEOs had been warning us about the past few months—2Q23 GDP was the slowest in 12 years due to inflation and rising interest rates that dampened consumer spending. The Philippine economy is 70% dependent on domestic spending and if that is hurting, the whole economy is running into trouble. One company chairman told me any strategic moves would have to be suspended because consumer companies are slapped with lower household spending, even on food. Monde Nissin, which has cornered 98% of the instant noodle market in the Philippines, took a big hit as its net income dipped 18% YoY. And to think Lucky Me is the de facto staple outside of rice in this country. This meant that Filipinos have tightened their belts even on staples. We ate less. Everything else followed.

The coming quarters would be difficult for us if the government would not be able to address the structural reforms needed to bring down the cost of food and other goods. Monetary policy can only do so much. Petroleum products are rising again and diesel has climbed by PHP 4 a liter just this week. Last week was PHP 3.50 per liter. As a net importer of oil, this meant that our transportation—the jeepneys and buses—would have to hike fares again while our electricity costs would again climb.

The economy is taking a lot of beating. I wonder how the rest of the country can hold on.

Provinciana is back in the city again

I looked harassed and tired, walking from one of the buildings along Ayala Ave to Glorietta where I parked.

We had an important meeting yesterday with an overseas executive who is visiting Manila. My colleague from the commercial team has been trying to woo this company and I think Kr and I nailed it.

Their BD guy is cute but I told Kr he might be young enough to be my son. I should just give him to L 🤣

Anyway, my sis-in-law hitched a ride with me and she went shopping at Glorietta while I went to this meeting and Kr and I worked on a story at the nearest Starbucks after that.

I knew going with my SIL is going to be destructive to my budget because I ended up here:

This is just a quarter of the beauty section of SM Makati. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

SM Makati has renovated the ground floor to dedicate the entire level to beauty products. I was supposed to buy a blouse or two as I need to refresh my business attire because I want people to take me seriously…but no, I ended up buying a perfume with my SIL because I always have trouble choosing scents. What smells good on paper samples or spritz from testers might not turn out to be the same once the perfume mixes with your sweat and skin. Perfumes react differently on people’s skins, which is usually the case with me—the scents react weirdly on my skin, that’s probably why my kids don’t like my perfumes. The annoying thing is that some of my perfumes are at least USD 100 🤦🏻‍♀️

Finally I was able to choose better this time becase I now have my SIL as a second nose.

As for shopping for clothes, that can still wait for another day. It was already late and some shops have already gotten ready for closing.

Perfume, day cream, facial wash (Japanese brand), clothes, jewelry…why do I even bother?!

It’s because I want to exude professionalism and just like in theater, I want to command stage presence, especially since I regularly meet top executives, government officials, and other high-profile people. I know people shouldn’t be judged by how they look and how they present themselves, but in business it does really matter and you have to play the game. So I can’t understand why some women keep on dressing up to show off their boobs to do business. I want my executives to look at my face, specifically into my eyes, when I talk and not at my boobs.

But ok fine, if showing off your boobs makes you feel beautiful and confident, then so be it. But I cannot assure you that the other side would take you seriously, especially men. Or wait, women are more judgmental towards fellow women. That’s why a former reporter friend of ours who keeps dressing provocatively gets written off by others. I know it’s harsh but in my opinion there is a time and place for dressing provocatively. I don’t know, it’s just the Asian in me speaking.


Emotinally drained

I didn’t know I was that exhausted yesterday because I slept with my lights and PC still on. It was a terrible way to end the week.

Our CEO had a townhall meeting with us in APAC and I couldn’t help but raise the question about hiring. I told him I have zero reporter in Singapore and it is ridiculous that they are not prioritizing it and are prefering to hire freelancers instead of fulltime reporters.

I got scolded by my APAC boss, like you shouldn’t tell him that we are preferring freelancers over regular hires.

Then we had a call with our cameras on and she said what happened to you? You look terrible! I said yes, I’m so stressed and I really don’t understand your point.

So it seems like they did their own hiring and already submitted their choice for an editor/reporter in Singapore with the management and it has been stuck there for 3 months. And they didn’t tell me. So what’s this all about telling me in January to double down, drop everything to do hiring and replace my colleague who left then all of a sudden they tell me we can only do freelancers?!

This is so fucked up. I’m giving up.

Broken cat and a heat gun

My cat must be broken. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I snuggled with my cat, Sushi, before I had that call with my APAC head this afternoon. We leveled off and I told her that I was so close to quitting, among other things that I had to tell her, like I was being poached by another publication and that competitors are also hiring all over for Southeast Asia so there is always a threat that

Anyway, that is that. I just have to struggle with nobody in Singapore office, at least for the next six months or so. That means I would have to travel there frequently.

I relaxed a bit today so stomach acids are less bothersome today so I have no diarrhea. Hopefully, this continues so I won’t be harassed when I travel next week.

Meanwhile, my heat gun finally arrived.

This heat gun makes my life easier. Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

I don’t have to wait overnight for my watercolors to dry completely. The drawback here is that the hot air from the heat gun pushes the liquid too much so it makes the color marks look messy.

Recreated the Metro Manila view from Padi’s Point Antipolo. Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

I have to practice using the heat gun. It tends to wash out some colors so I need to layer a lot.

I’m not happy with this one. Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

More practice. More practice. More practice.

Signals

My body was full of knotted muscles so I had booked a two-hour Zennya massage last night. At the end of the session I was already snoring so I just went straight to bed and forgot about everything else.

Today, I was bombarded with edits (which was fine) and hiring chores/issues (which was not fine) that I had suffered through diarrhea the entire day due to too much stomach acids. I think I had been going to the bathroom 10x already. It seems like my proton pump inhibitor (esomeprazole) is not doing its job. If by next week I’ll still be like this (geez I’m in Singapore 🤦‍♀️), then it seems like I need to have that endoscopy to see whether I already have peptic ulcers.

I think I need to decompress for a bit.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Let’s see what I can come up with later.


This is why I bought a heat gun from Lazada last night. A small desk fan cannot dry washes in an instant. Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com
Yes, I repeated an old image. Art and photo by CallMeCreation,com

I redid this Binangonan sunset that I drew last year. This time, I did not resort to using fine liners to define plants and I am now more light-handed when it comes to sky colors compared to the first drawing. This paper is still very wet so I will just revisit this tomorrow when it’s completely dry.

Why did I do this?

Nothing. Just to track my progress when it comes to technique i.e. showing the opacity and how to do reflections on water. The first time I did this, Laguna Lake didn’t look like a lake at all; it was just a muddy valley. Now at least there’s a semblance of water reflecting the sky. I also mixed cadmium yellow + cobalt violet and cadmium orange + cobalt violet to produce different browns for the lake shore that would go with sunset and the lake. For the other part of the lake, it was a mixture of imperial violet + blue gray deep of varying degrees. Using the pre-mixed browns and grays made my first drawing muddy and it lacked opacity that is needed when sunlight changes every second. Watching other artists on Instagram is helping me to rely less on pre-mixed colors and create my own.

This is still ugly in my eyes so I need to continue improving this. Probably next year.

Odd

I had to make an advisory to other editors that our Philippines reporter and I will take the day off because idiot president hastily declared a holiday late Thursday afternoon. We could have made better plans for the long weekend.

Despite the declaration of a holiday, the event at the central bank pushed through. Of course, you can’t reset a thing like this without making a mess of bank presidents’, CEOs and conglomerate owners’ schedules.

The good thing here though is that the roads are less congested. Wohoo!

On the way to Makati to pick up another journo. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I worked for a bit at Starbucks in G5 because of companies (or rather pushy PRs) that insist on their own way, forgetting that there is such thing as editorial independence. Diva execs, pushy PRs, and unreasonable company policies–what a way to end the week.

A bit of a pain to work with MS Outlook on Android because it doesn’t have a search function and html formatting editor but it will do because my Samsung tablet is much lighter than my laptop. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Upon arriving at the central bank, I noticed there were new paintings at the 3rd floor lobby. One staff member told me they have just acquired the collection of UCPB and that is now scattered all over the main building. Unfortunately, I only had time to see three paintings when there must have been hundreds of them. I had to work my butt off last night.

I will never probably understand or appreciate an HR Ocampo piece. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
1898 by Edwin Wilwayco. I like this take on the Philippine flag. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Jose Joya, an artist that I could not appreciate when I was younger but now I do. It’s not about what you need to see but how an artwork makes you feel. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

One time I will tell my friends at the BSP comms dept I will drop by to see the sculptures and paintings in their collection during one less hectic day. It’s not easy to gain access there and I had been going in and out of their premises regularly for years as a reporter. Might as well take advantage of that.

They gave me this uncut live currency to add to my collection of like items and commemorative coins. I’m still looking for the uncut 20-peso bills where I had former central bank governors sign their names. Two of them sadly passed on. That item is one of the, if not the most precious souvenir I had kept as a banking reporter. The girls’ dad must have it with him, including my analog cameras.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com