I’m tired of fighting for what is right. I said my piece with to siblings: words hurt. And during the lowest time of my life, it’s the cats who were there for me. Not my family, not anybody. Cats.

I’m tired of pushing back against my manager. She killed another story of one of my reporters because she couldn’t understand how joint ventures work in this part of the world especially when it comes to restricted sectors like real estate. I pointed out to her, just for the last 4 months of the year, similar stories were published or aggregated by our company. Then I included the links.

She didn’t reply anymore. But what am I to do? I cannot let people walk all over us here in Southeast Asia. It’s the topic of the panel discussion that I have moderated in Singapore: whatever you have–just because it worked in the West–throw that out in the window because that will not work here. You have to adjust. This is not S. Korea, Japan, China, or Australia.

I’m tired of fighting with the company policy of not hiring people in Asia. One person in the commercial team asked for help today because one of the biggest local subscribers in Thailand cancelled their subscription. I told her that don’t bother chasing after them. Many of them in Thailand have cancelled because of our lack of local content. Because we don’t have anybody on the ground. I’ve already pushed as far as I could go, fighting so that management would see reason. We just have to let it go, get over those lost contracts.

Because, what the fuck, this company thinks Singapore is Southeast Asia.

I’ve been doing scoops left and right, still doing what I do best. But damn, I’m tired of this bullshit with this company.

Next week, I am going to have a call with that side gig I will get in HK. It’s a start. I don’t know where it will lead me.

I don’t know if I would be in the right headspace to write two articles tomorrow.