Keeping it real

I just discovered Haley Kalil this week and she’s funny.

I always get invited to press conferences with two tables: One for media and one for influencers and vloggers/bloggers. This is very true for presscons of consumer-facing companies like telcos and real estate. I often wondered about how do these people even keep up with making content everyday, setting up cameras and shoot themselves walking back and forth to give a false sense of, yeah, this is how I live my everyday life.

Apparently, it is a full-time job and they even have managers. I think if you are a “content creator” (a new job description I learned this year) and have your own wares to peddle like Nicolas Fairford, who has launched his own brand of tea wares, you have another revenue stream. However, for content creators who rely most of the time for sponsorships, you don’t have a choice but to lie to your viewers that you do indeed use their products—the more sponsorships, the more revenues you have. Even if their products suck. And if you are a content creator who relies mostly on ad revenues—you’re better off with your day job because Google sucks the life out of you as I read that unless you are the top 1% of xxx (can’t remember if it’s your country/market/or Youtube), you will not really make money that could pay your bills.

By the way, Haley is gorgeous. Like Cindy Crawford x Angelina Jolie gorgeous.


Grief is love holding on

This is the thing I told my friend who is grieving for her father, who died while in ICU in the US. She couldn’t fly there on short notice and it’s little use since they will be bringing his body back anyway since her parents are really based here.

I told her I have no comforting things to say because there’s nothing else in this world that can make her feel better, based on my experience. So just let grief overwhelm you, I said. Don’t pressure yourself to be ok because it’s not ok. Don’t think about how long it will take you to grieve. Don’t let other people dictate how long you will grieve, I told her.

It’s a pain that will never go away. We just learn to live with it. Nobody will understand your pain because your pain is yours alone.

B sent me a video of her last conversation with her dad while in the ICU (which was not permitted but was made possible by her sibling who slipped the phone inside the room–probably the sibling was a nurse). I told her to save it on the cloud because she will be watching it everyday for a long time. I said I saved my father’s text messages to me (hey, early 2000s!) on my phone and held on to them for years until my phone got snatched from my bag. I even lost his phone number. One time I was so overtaken with grief I sent that number a text message. It was a comfort to me, pretending that I could still message him.

“Until now, 17 years have passed, there’s still a dull pain somewhere in my chest when I remember that. I feel like crying now. It’s something that never goes away,” I told B.

“In a way, that’s comforting to know. I don’t want to forget him,” B replied.

Grief is love holding on. You will hold on to everything,” I said.

I told B: I have a friend who messaged me out of the blue one night and asked if he was already going insane or something was really wrong with him because it was already a year since his dad died but he was still crying and grief-stricken. He quit work because he really took it hard.

I told him that no, he’s fine. He’s not yet insane. There’s no timetable for grief. I told him that I was also jobless for a year when my dad died. I decided to be a full-time graduate student so I can just coast along and grieve. I only felt the urge to go find work when I found myself scrounging for money to buy myself airtime/SMS load for my phone. “Don’t mind other people; your grief is yours alone. We hold on because that’s what we only have left now. And it’s ok.”

Then B said: This helped a lot. Salamat.


I have other thoughts about how I lived with grief after a loved one has died and grief over losing myself over someone who didn’t deserve me at all. There are many types of grief: there are those that it’s ok if we keep it for the rest of our lives (death) and there are those that we need to get out of (love and betrayal) because, I don’t know…It doesn’t feel right anymore. There may be others but on top of my head are these two that I know.

I will just write about it some other time because it would be emotionally draining but at the same time cathartic. But I’m not for it right now.

I just want to relax and watch houses that I will never have.

Off to tralalala land

No place like home. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Say what you want about my old apartment that needs upgrades, but I love being home. I arrived yesterday at around 2 am and slept at around past 3 because I had to unload a lot of stuff from my bags—mostly dirty clothes. I tried working at 9 am, write some emails, coordinate some stories and had to attend a two-hour training session for bureau chiefs. Generally, I was floating and could not be as productive as I wanted to be. My sleep has been light and I was aching all over.

They missed me! My kitties immediately made themselves comfortable on my bed. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

While I attended this online training session, I was booking my Zennya home massage. I went straight for the 2-hr session, so right after the training concluded, I immediately transformed my room into a spa. For the same price as a 30-minute foot massage in Singapore, I was able to have a blissful 2-hour massage in the comfort of my own room (including tip). A few minutes after my therapist left, I zonked out. I guess it must have been just around past 10 pm.

The key here is to grin and bear it and not be tempted by instant gratification. The 1 hr and 45 mins in the hot baths in Yunomori Onsen last Saturday did wonders for me for SGD 40, but paying SGD 115 SGD for a 60-min back massage was too much. I held back.

Anyway, the 2-hr massage last night allowed me to have a peaceful sleep—well generally peaceful sleep, except for a dream that I had that I was preparing for a freediving session…

I’m a bit more productive today. Contributed to two stories and some admin work here and there. I had regained my old rhythm and cooked chicken rice on my Instant Pot. I missed chicken rice as I didn’t have time and strength to go to Maxwell last week.

Deboned whole chicken on top of rice with the chicken rice mix. I don’t have enough onions and ginger to last the week so skipped putting it there and resorted to using ginger sauce in a jar. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My friend, B, sent an SOS to me when I was about to leave SG on Monday. I said I will meet her in Makati later within this week if I can, depending on how I was feeling physically.

Turns out her dad died Monday.

(to be continued)

I feel sorry

For myself… For the rest of us.

Changi Airport is so big and yet Philippine Airlines was shoehorned in the saddest boarding gates in Terminal 1. We share the gate with three other airlines. Nowhere to sit—I’m forced to park my butt on my luggage trolley while I wait for my boarding time.

I can’t wait for this trip to end.

The only thing that cheered me today is my meeting this afternoon because it was fruitful. I need to intensify my contact/network-building more than ever since Singapore domestic news will be left to me next month.

And my bosses still don’t know about it. 😞 But I’m a friend who keeps promises. I won’t say anything until she secures her E-pass.

I needed some calories to fuel me the entire journey home… American hamburger is the key.

After 9 days of local Singaporean food. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Ok I take it back. The gate PAL is given is just at the end of the earth. Once we got past the initial gate, the situation got better.

Now why didn’t they let us in first? Why have that chokepoint of an entryway?
While waiting for the train to Changi, I realized that my favorite color is red. These bags were bought six years apart. I unconsciously gravitated towards this color. 🤔

Woman, you do so much!

That was the message sent to me by my HK-based colleague, M, when she asked me this morning if I wanted to hang out by the pool at her hotel. At that time I was at Vivo City attending church service at Golden Village (*umm yes, it’s pretty common to hold service inside the mall if big venues are in short supply*)

Before service. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Perhaps M thought that it was a chore for me to attend church, hence, that comment. Actually, it’s not. Whenever, I’m here in SG, I don’t miss church. But in Manila, it’s really a chore because I’m still rejecting the chauvinist attitude of the pastors there so I haven’t attended church there since 2017.

Anyway, I went around Vivo City for a bit to see what’s in Tangs (not much on offer) and have lunch. I went back to Plaza Singapura to buy earrings from Lovisa for the girls.

And went to check out Art Friends to see if there are stuff I can buy that aren’t available in Manila.

Checking out watercolor supplies. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Well, they have the Winsor & Newton Professional pans and tubes, Winsor & Newton Cotman pans and tubes, Kuretake Gansai Tambi pans and Daler Rowney pans and tubes. Well after experiencing Holbein, I don’t think I would go for other brands.

So I bought a new set of watercolor pads (they don’t have Durer) and 0.03 Copic multiliner. And a glue stick for my receipts that I need to glue on notebooks so I won’t lose them when I reimburse my expenses here. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

After Art Friend, I bought lunch and went straight to my hotel. And slept. Then I spent all evening doing this:

Because I’m tired, can’t move, so I painted instead of going to another mall. Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com
The lighting in my room is terrible so it was difficult to see the colors. Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com.

I still need to pack…

Healing

It was raining when I was walking around Botanical Gardens. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Woman, why are you walking all around Botanical Gardens when it’s raining?!

Ah well, I needed to see trees. I’ve been sick physically so I needed something to revive me. So I spent the morning at the Gardens to sketch. I don’t want to stay indoors on my day-off. 🙄

Searching for the nearest spot I could station myself. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
So it was not only me who was crazy. Even the birdwatchers didn’t let the rain deter them from their hobby. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
While they’re taking their pictures, I was making a picture. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
I didn’t finish this because I got hungry and I suddenly wanted to go to the onsen at Kallang Wave Mall. Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

I grew impatient while doing the background that I messed it up. I was already hungry, wet, and I felt that I’m starting to have colds again.

So off I went to Yunomori Onsen, which first I tried in 2018. I was staying at a hotel in Kallang at that time and I walked from my hotel to Kallang Riverside Park and then walked along Nicholls then I ended up in Singapore Stadium. Basically, I just followed the river. I was aching all over when I reached Kallang Wave Mall, which I found by accident. Lo and behold, like mana from heaven, there was the onsen to chase away my aches.

Reception at Yunomori Onsen. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

So this afternoon, I had lunch at Old Street—well, I still considered it as lunch even though it was already 2 pm. Then I went to the onsen to cure my colds and aching body. I stayed in the hot baths for an hour before taking a break from cooking myself.

I took this photo to show my girls. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
I tried to nap. Ah well… Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Spent another 45 mins in the hot tubs and went at the ground level to choose where my friend and I would have dinner.

I wanted something local. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
After dinner, L and I walked along the river to burn off the calories. She’s thinner than me and yet she’s the one more concerned about the calories we stuffed our faces with. 😑 Photo by CallMeCreation.com
We walked around while talking about so many random things. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

We parted at the Stadium MRT station at past 11 pm; she was going home to her studio at Paya Lebar while I go to Dhoby Ghaut.

Sleepy now.

I didn’t know what I did today

So I just went through the motions of working today. I had two meetings and in between I was at the office, emailing people, editing one story, mining data, and just forcing my brain to work. But all I wanted was to just to go between my sheets and sleep.

Singapore River viewed from our lounge area. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I started coughing again and having runny nose. I think it’s going to be a miracle if I’m still negative for Covid since the people during the past 4 days weren’t wearing masks! 🥴

I think I spent an hour on the office massage chair. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I was the one left at the office to shut down all the power for the weekend. I was the only one with no plans for Friday night since I’m too tired.

And oh it is already Christmas. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I bought myself takeaway dinner. And savored my McDonald’s sundae on the swing at the park near my hotel.

And I’m fine with this. I’m really an introvert at heart. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Plaza Singapura in front of me. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Dinner in my room. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I don’t really know what’s wrong with me. I’m just here on my bed aching all over, sleepy but couldn’t sleep… I wanted to cancel my dinner tomorrow with a friend who just got a job at Deloitte. I’ll see tomorrow how I would feel.

Meanwhile, my contractor has sent me photos of my home:

The L shaped kitchen counter.
Electricals in. Below the fusebox will be addtional pantry cabinets.
Bathroom for tiling.
Ready for ceilings.
Laminate wood for cabinetry.

I’m looking forward to seeing these. However, I must quarantine myself after I land in Manila next week. Test and quarantine. I can’t be bringing germs to my mom.