My sister and I are supposed to be on a diet. We have to keep ourselves healthy since we’re already in our 40s and everything goes downhill from here.
I have one high school classmate who lived in the UK and was about to be promoted to be CEO of his company. He just dropped dead in his bathroom a few weeks ago but we only learned about it this week. He was diabetic so his health was constantly monitored but they were baffled why he suddenly dropped dead like that. Later on it was revealed that he has fatty liver disease that went undetected, which was odd.
In any case, I don’t want to just drop dead like that; I have two humans and two cats depending on me. So I have to start cleaning my act together. No more late nights so I have to have enough sleep and wake up early to bike. If not cycling, I should walk early in the morning. I’m supposed to go to a cardiologist for a check-up post-Covid during my leave (which I only have tomorrow left). I should also have this osteoma removed. Oh well, only half of the things I’m supposed to do were accomplished.
I should find time for my health.
Speaking of high school friends, my bestfriend, T, bought tickets to the Red Velvet concert that she and my girls will be watching on 22 July. I would be their chauffeur.
I claimed the tickets this afternoon from this office, a foundation that supports persons with disabilities (PWDs), which is the recipient of the proceeds of this Kpop concert. So this means I have to bring my car on Saturday to the car shop for the repairs so that I can claim my car before the concert.
Then I booked my plane tickets and hotel reservation for my trip to Singapore. I would finally be back there after more than two years. I haven’t seen our new office at Raffles Place and I doubt if I have a desk there but I should. So many things to arrange and so many people and clients to meet. 😑 Unfortunately, the conference I was supposed to attend in Bangkok coincides with our own conferences in Singapore so I have to skip Bangkok.
I had a weird dream last night.
I was being pursued by a creepy guy who thought I liked him because I was just being generally nice to all people. Because when you’re networking, you need to put on your nicest smile and charm the socks off people. However, this creep took it differently. Then I spent rest of my dream running away from this guy, which involved me slipping through doors and flying (literally) through windows.
Perhaps this is a warning to dial down on the charm offensive during my networking chore in Singapore.
I remember being pursued by this Chinese guy who attended a conference in Makati where I had to interview several shipping execs and government officials. I had left him in Manila Peninsula after I had coffee with him at the hotel lobby, because you know, he was BD of a big Chinese SOE and I thought it was worth having that kind of contact. I went to a lunch press briefing in another hotel. After that event, I was supposed to fetch my car and passed through the underground pedestrian crossing and encountered that Chinese guy in that unlikely place. And he stuck to me like glue the entire time. I asked my journo friend, L, to fetch me but she said she already left CBD.
Long story short, networking is hazardous for journos like me who need to dig a lot of info from people who may misinterpret my friendliness. 😶
And I met J through this kind of networking and it just so happened I was very vulnerable at that time. This should serve as a big warning to me. People who I meet in these circumstances do not have the most noble intentions in mind. I have more respect for people who lay their cards right there and then: I use your info, you use my info. We do horse-trading and I don’t have to go through shit, like you pretending to like me to extract what you need from me. That’s just so low.
He just used me so he can move here in Manila with minimal difficulties, because as he had repeatedly said, it has been his intention to move here and see how it would work out given that the cost of living is much lower than in Singapore.
I’m soooooo gullible.
Bawal maging marupok. Wag ka nang maging tanga, OK?
I cannot afford to be stupid anymore.
What the fuck. I got triggered. After a long, long time.
I cannot sleep. I’m having palpitations and I’m very angry. My eyes are filling up with tears of anger as the feelings I’m keeping buried are trying to get out.
I need to schedule my session with my shrink ASAP because I need new prescription for escitalopram.
Oh God, when does this end? It’s exactly 1.5 years tomorrow and yet I’m still like this.
If this is what loving deeply costs, I don’t want to encounter it ever. Ever.