Poor Kimchi

She has been hiding behind the TV, under the couch, or under my bed. She hasn’t been eating her kibbles. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Good thing work is light today so I was able to bring Kimchi to a new vet clinic that I wanted to try.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I told the vet to do a general check up, including x-ray so everything will be covered.

She has a lot of fats 🤣. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Despite her obesity, her bloodwork is ok, everything is normal, including her heart. She’s just too fat. X-ray showed that her stomach is empty and there’s a thickening of the stomach lining, kind of irritated/inflamed given that it’s distendend by gas or stomach acids. Her intestines are fine and are digesting food. She has poop in her lower bowel, no blockage.

She just stopped eating her kibbles and is now suffering from gastritis.

She’s stressed.

What an expensive way to know that she’s stressed.

The vet asked, what changes happened that caused her so much stress?

Geez, the kids. I hosted too many kids — my children and their friends — last Saturday because they used our house as a pit stop to the university fair. My cats do not like strangers. Noisy strangers at that.

As my high school classmate-vet told me, cats are like human children that are under the autism spectrum. They cannot handle too much stimuli.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Feb Fair

I raced to finish a lot of tasks yesterday because next week will be the Lunar New Year holidays. No editors.

I was too busy editing articles left and right that I wasn’t able to write my own story.

Multiple screens. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

It will only be and an Australian colleague who would hold up the sky next week.

My brain was just fried yesterday that it took me forever to shower and get ready to accompany Twin I to the Feb Fair. We got out of the house at 8 pm.

Lots of people. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Too many people. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
When I was a kid, this is all I wanted from the fair. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Funny. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
The concert is the reason why my kids want to stay up late here. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Twin I and I queued up to have photo stickers of ourselves. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Now they’re on dates with friends while I chill at home with the cats. It’s the perfect way to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Self love.


Our women look like monkeys?!

@dargoyaki

Moral of the story, SEA netizens are the most creative roasters 🗿 #southeastasia #SEAblings #malaysiavskorea #kpop

♬ original sound – Dargo 🫠 – Dargo 🫠

The war in Twitter is so hot that I got cooked. 🔥

Obnoxious Korean girl brought in a Day 6 concert in Kuala Lumpur a big-ass camera, which is prohibited in concert venues everywhere. She got reprimanded but other Koreans online got on full racist mode.

Of course, we SEAsians bully each other like all siblings do but when an ousider hits our SEAbling, we forget our beef with each other, we assemble and attack the offender.

The Koreans said our women look like monkeys. Our SEAblings shot back, Korea is a sea of plastic — they’re so ugly that they hate how they look so everyone is doing plastic surgery. And one shot back by saying at least we have double eye lids. 🤣

But really, this Korean racism towards us darker Asians is ridiculous. They’re white passing. That’s why the Brazilians and the South Asians joined the rumble because they also receive a lot of hate for being dark.

One said that we SEAsians are poor, etc etc. A SEAbling shot back, at least our bridges aren’t for jumping…

Oooh that’s nasty.

But it’s true. They’re so miserable that they regularly jump off bridges and buildings. There’s too much pressure internally that they’d rather off themselves than face the high societal pressure that S. Koreans put upon themselves. They even go here in Philippines to off themselves.

I remember a corp comm friend told me that she was waiting for her driver to pick her up in one of the hotels in Poblacion in Makati when all of a sudden there was a huge splat of humans that fell from the sky in front of her. It turned out these were two Korean men who killed themselves by jumping off one of the hotel rooms above.

Anyway, back to the racist tirades by Koreans online vs SEAsians… A commenter pointed out that if it weren’t for SEA, Kpop and K-drama wouldn’t have taken off. We in SEA were the first ones who took notice of them and consumed their content as far back as 25 years ago. We had localized their dramas with our own dubbing or subtitling. Then we exported it to the west (via friends and family). I remember reading on one of the message boards in early 2000s about some Americans seeking info about a K-drama in our boards because they don’t know anything. We provided them with subs and titles of K-dramas and where to download. If they didn’t understand some context in the stories, we dished the explanations.

The first consumers of their pop/entertainment were SEAsians. Their first concerts outside of S. Korea were in this region. Japan and China couldn’t care less about them (that’s a different history lesson altogether).

So when some of the stupid Koreans said the East Asians (Japan and China) are gonna tag team with them, the SEAsians said, uh nah, they hate you. You are alone, even your true sibling (N. Korea) isn’t backing you up.

It’s true, even in the workplace. I remember one Indonesian complaining eternally about the Korean boss (an investor) being so overbearing and racist…I said, I have your full sympathy…

I don’t want to know if my editor thinks we look like monkeys and we’re dull and poor. I could only deduce by the way she treats me. 👀

And that’s one long ass rant from me on a Friday morning.


Taking it slow and it’s human nature

Flowers from Twin I. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Just another slow Sunday. I decided to cook tinola instead of buying from the weekend market because it was gloomy, rainy, and cold. I didn’t want to go out.

Hot tea for my scratchy throat. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Tea and contemplation. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I spent my whole morning just savoring the stillness of my home. Unlike last Sunday when I was out of sorts, this morning is like a dream — slow, luxurious, and uncomplicated.

It was a gloomy, wet, and cold morning. I haven’t taken down the Christmas curtains and it’s already February. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Romanticizing my days makes my anxiety-inducing job tolerable these days.

Last Saturday when I drove to my parents’ hometown, I thought that a quick roadtrip would help me breathe and forget about work. So I gladly drove my brood the following day for lunch in Caliraya so I can kick out the thought of my horrid editor from the land of bubblegum pop.

Overlooking the town of Kalayaan and Laguna Lake beyond. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I just need to create little pockets of sunshine to help me stay literally sane.


Human Nature (from Thriller album) is my favorite Michael Jackson song, with Man In the Mirror (from Bad album) as a runner up. I just learned tonight that it was composed and partly written by Steve Porcaro of Toto!

And bonus fact: Steve Lukather, also from Toto, provided the lovely guitars to the track.

Another fun fact: Steve Lukather has played guitar for 2000 recorded songs — a very prolific sessionist. Jeff Porcaro (whose Porcaro shuffle has troubled many drummers), also from Toto, has also been a session drummer for many recording artists and he was in demand because he has great groove. He was on the speed dial of many producers.

Lovely riff from Steve Lukather.

And here’s Human Nature in its unadulterated form. This song has been sampled so many times that I always forget how the original sounded like.

Flu season

Was just in my bed for the last 48 hrs or so. Been suffering from flu with diarrhea. My head is pounding and all I did was sleep.

Kimchi joining me in my misery. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I drove to an expo at the World Trade Center on Wednesday and I did my best hunting for people to interview. I was supposed to go to SM Mall of Asia to write but once I was in my car, all I could think about was my bed and how lovely it is to lie down and rest. I ditched the idea of going to MOA and drove straight home.

By 4:30 pm I was already home. I hopped on my bed and never left because by evening I was already feverish.

The following day was worse. I was slipping in and out of consciousness and dreamed weird dreams while I nursed my fevers. I also had a bit of asthma attack so I had my nebulizer at the foot of my bed.

I don’t remember how I fed myself but somehow I was able to. I just ordered Grab for dinner for me and my kids when they arrived from school in the evening.

Then my diarrhea started. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Keeping me company. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My head still felt heavy this morning but I was already breathing normally and the fever is gone. I prepared my work desk but the pull of my bed was stronger. I had to sleep.

I tried working in the afternoon, so I refiled two stories that were left hanging last week. One made the cut while one is still left in editing hell.

I managed to cook dinner while suffering from body aches, headache, and diarrhea.

I just want t sleep 😭

A new month, hopefully less shit

Beautiful sunny morning. The temp is 24 C. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My 2026 started badly that I couldn’t help but feel it’s going to be like that for the rest of the year. It’s a downer.

So yesterday I prayed for survival for this month of February. I don’t want another shitshow. Going to Anilao every weekend to decompress is not realistic given the scheduling and booking problems.

I have to carve out little moments of calm to survive.

Hibiscus tea before breakfast. Photo by CallMeCreation.com