How many times are we going to get fucked over???

This is how fucked up we are. We still do not have a Department of Health secretary. The rollout for the boosters for children has halted. My kids are partially vaccinated (still no boosters yet).

Then we have a secretary of justice who lacks delicadeza that he wouldn’t resign from his post even if his 38-year-old son was arrested and taken into custody for possessing kilograms of illegal drugs. And he is one of the instigators/staunch supporters of tokhang—the war on drugs in which a lot of poor innocent children like Kian delos Santos were killed without mercy because of baseless accusation that they were drug users. Remulla’s son is not going to use the kilos of drugs by himself, right? And yet they insist he is no drug pusher/runner. Calls for Remulla’s resignation went unheeded. How do we know he’s not using his power to influence the case of his overgrown baby?

Only the rich and the powerful can get due process and always get away scott-free. This tweet from a reporter-friend proves that.

The Remulla son was arrested on 11 Oct. The news came out 13 Oct. They deliberately withheld the information until the rumors could no longer contain the information. When the story went public, the Remullas—who had reigned over Cavite for a looooooooooooooooooooong time, initially denied any connection.

And journalist Atom Araullo, like the rest of the rest of us in the industry, called out this special treatment.

WTF are we supposed to do???

I’m so tired.

Then we have police–even in civilian clothes–knocking on the doors of journalists’ homes in the guise of “following orders from above to ensure we are safe” after the death of journalist who is a vocal critical of Marcos and Duterte.

They’re really out there to intimidate us, to scare us.

My occupation in my insurance policies is WRITER. If I put JOURNALIST, my premiums would be higher.


Trying to get back

I need more practice. My efforts are elementary-level, unlike when I was raging with emotions earlier this year. Twin I said, “Mommy, you must get depressed again to be able to draw again.” 😑 NO, THANK YOU. I don’t want to go back to that horrible episode.

Nope, I can’t go back to this state of mind and general well-being even though depression did help a lot in fueling the emotions in my drawings. Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

I took out my aging sketchbook and tried my hand again at fake urban sketching. I say fake because I’m not drawing onsite. Ah well, the first photo was done onsite but didn’t finish there.

I revisited this sketch of the view from Starbucks 7th Ave, BGC. Added squiggles and more details. Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com
This was sketched with pencil onsite but I finished this Rooftops Viewed From My Tiny House here at home. Practice in perspective and dimensions. Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

AS building a.k.a. Palma Hall. Practice in depth. Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com
This was sketched with pencil onsite, at UCC beside Raffles Hotel in Makati, when I downed three shots of Patron tequila in May. This is a combination of coloring markers and my sketching watercolors (student grade), hence the saturated colors. Those markers were the cheap kind so it didn’t come out well. The ones I wanted were Copic markers used by Japanese manga artists. Maybe I’ll buy those after finishing my house.

Since I’m better at pencils and charcoal, I think I should use color markers when drawing onsite instead of watercolors. I mean I should concentrate more on drawing details with pencils and liners and not rely on watercolors to make the drawing relatable. But Copic markers are expensive and prices on Amazon are unjustifiable to my wallet because of the weak peso. I think Zig Kuretake Scroll and Brush are a reasonable alternative and I’m ok with the Kuretake brand since my watercolor for large formats is a Kuretake.

I wonder how will I find time to draw more onsite…

Meanwhile, I will no longer buy student-grade watercolors because they turn out horrible when the paper is not the ideal one for watercolors (this sketchbook is not meant for blending by layering since the colors bleed). Some in my palette of Tokyo Finds are student grade and they didn’t blend well enough on this paper…

The colors bleed and don’t blend. Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

Once I finish those student grade pans (or I can give them to my eldest nephew who also draws), I will replace them one by one with Holbeins squeezed into half-pans.

Only one more week to go before I take a week-long break. Wohoo!

Hanging out

My girls and their friend. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Today the girls had hung out with their two friends in UP. While I did my walking exercise, I let them roam around by themselves.

But before that we had a hearty meal as I grilled marinated porkchops. Because it was sunny.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

After we cleaned up, we fetched classmate #1 from their apartment nearby then we met classmate #2 at the College of Engineering where her parents parked.

It was a lovely afternoon. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

When I was on my second loop, I met my ex-boss/ex-editor who was also exercising with his son. He caught me chatting on my phone while walking and he asked, what’s that, work? I said, yeah, one of my sources was asking me a lot of questions about xxx because xxx is yyyy. We chatted for a bit and he said we should meet with other ex-colleagues before Christmas.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Photo by CallMeCreation.com
I had my anthropology class here. That course was a waste of time. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
It was a good exercise.
I hope I had burned the calories from the porkchop 😏

We ate at Snack Shack after and drove friend #1 back home. My girls were happy, that’s all that matters.

Meanwhile, Kimchi finally used the cat tower.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I was about to give up on it and was thinking of disassembling it to Frankenstein the other scratching post. Good that she tried it now.

I want to go back to drawing again after watching videos and scrolling through the IG accounts of @shoreditchsketcher and @mysquiggles. Perhaps tomorrow.

Live/create the life that you want on weekends, not escape the life that you have on weekdays.

I now have a new house

It now has four walls. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I left QC at almost 7 am this morning even though I woke up at around 4 am (because I slept before 11 pm last night). The drive was less than 2 hours at rush hour so it was surprisingly quick.

Driving on Skyway 3 North Ave. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I stopped at the flower vendors along the highway in my hometown and bought carnations for my mom and arranged Malaysian mums for my dad’s crypt. I visited his resting place first to bring the flowers before proceeding to my mom’s house. Then I checked the construction progress.

I have a huge front door. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
They’ve removed the old windows in this room that is going to be my room. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Then they patched it up with new concrete wall and new door opening. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
From below. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

This staircase would be changed and moved so this area below would be my outdoor space, combined patio and further right would be the utility and laundry area. Eventually I can have this area covered once I raise enough money. But you know, one thing at a time…

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

In the future I can have this extended by building a deck. Just because.

I can also have this catio built too.

I built an Ikea wardrobe (Pax system) for myself using Ikea’s online planner. This will be installed just outside my bedroom door because, what the heck, I don’t have space in my room.

Or Brimnes wardrobe.

The Pax system I built using the Ikea online planner costs around PHP 32,000. I asked my contractor if his carpenter/cabinet-maker can build me something like this. He said he can have it made for less than 20k, minus the Ikea wire drawers (can be replaced with real wooden drawers, I guess?)

I worked for a bit, chatted with some sources, then left the construction site and then my mom’s house early to go around the campus. I watched the football players for a while. Oh how I wish I could still play. Nope, I’m too broken for that.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Zooming in. I used to be one of them. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Tired, sweaty, and my make up is running down because I installed a towel bar in my sisters’ bathroom.

Then I went to have dinner at a friend’s restaurant while I waited for my sister-in-law (SIL) and my brother.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Beef shawarma and yoghurt shake. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Then we had coffee and lots of talk. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My brother didn’t join us for dinner/coffee because he went ahead to move in some of their stuff into their new townhouse. I forgot to take a photo of it but I took shots of Kuya P’s future room because it has a loft bed that I wanted to show the girls.

My brother’s house is nice and spacious since it has three floors, a huge garage (two SUVs can fit) but they will use the space further in to make it a game room and some kind of lounge area for the boys and their friends.

Kuya P’s loft bed and “office”. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Too claustrophobic for me. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

But then if you’re playing games, this could be ideal because you can confine the sounds. This can also help you concentrate on studying and eliminate external distraction. When I showed this to the girls, they said they will just have curtains to make their study area isolated from each other.

I left at past 9 pm and it only took me 1.5 hrs to get home in QC. With the moderate to heavy traffic. Not bad.

It’s past 10:30 and it’s still like this along Quezon Ave. 🥴 Photo by CallMeCreation.com

It’s already past my normal bedtime but I’m still wide awake because of the late coffee drinking (because I needed that for my drive). I’ve been up since 4 am. Gee, I’m running on caffeine and adrenalin.


While I was working today, I sold some stocks at a slightly higher price than yesterday. I will have the proceeds deposited in one of my bank accounts and then when I need to issue another check to my contractor next month, I would be ready. I decided to sell this time because it seems like stocks would be falling next week—the US inflation rate was higher than forecast. Despite this (which meant the US Fed will remain aggressive in its rate hikes of at least 75 basis points every FOMC meeting), the local stock market was up today; it defied logic. Good that I was able to sell. But I guess the local market was trying to go for a winning streak for the weekend before they digest the US inflation news—and they knew that stocks would be falling next week. The US Fed’s goal is to bring down inflation from the current 8.2% (the highest in 40 years) down to 2%. Just count how many rate hikes they would have to make—that would spill over to next year. They are really going to cut economic growth in favor of bond prices. That’s a lot of liquidity being mopped up. The housing market will go belly up if they continue with this.

A shopper walks past turkeys for sale in a grocery store on Nov. 11, 2021, in Los Angeles.Mario Tama / Getty Images file

So this will be another contagion. If people cannot pay their mortgages and buy food, then the this will redound to other consumer items. Global trade would…It’s 2008 all over again.

Those VCs and startups will have a lot of trouble raising funds. As they said, “winter is coming!” The abundant dry powder of yore—thanks to the super low interest rates as a result of Fed cuts in 2008 to save the US economy—is gone. Investors have become more tight-fisted quarter on quarter and they now refuse to fund untested startups even if they look brilliant on paper. The tech industry is first to freeze in this funding winter. The rest will follow. VCs and startups are scrambling to get funding before the year ends, before we officially enter global recession next year, before the world burns.

That’s why it’s critical to unload some of my stocks and VUL funds by November (until December, if I believe in Santa Claus rally–and I haven’t decided yet) so I can pay for the remaining balance with my contractor. After finishing my house and the expenses of moving, I will start building up my finances again by buying bargains. Since I cannot buy individual stocks anymore (and I don’t want to be penalized for insider trading even though I will not do that), I will just have to limit myself with funds like ETF, UITFs, and funding this particular VUL I will draw down from again (which I plan to (almost) empty by year-end).

Let me just recover a bit from this house then I will scrimp and save for a new car. I think by 2024 I would be ready, if the world hasn’t completely burnt up by then.

One great love story

Gable died on November 16, 1960, and was buried at Forest Lawn. As he once told his secretary, “You know, I have everything in the world anyone could want but one thing. All I really need and want is Ma.”

I just read about this love story of Clark Gable and Carole Lombard, which squeezed my heart. The tragic death of Lombard almost straightened out Gable. And it was always her until the end. He had a string of blonde beauties after Lombard, trying to look for her in those women but it was always her that he wanted until his death.

Carole Lombard and Clark Gable

One gets the sense that Lombard’s giving spirit was a tonic to the motherless Gable, whose hardscrabble childhood had left him tight-fisted and emotionally vulnerable. As he once said, per Harris, “You can trust that little screwball with your life.”

I guess men do fall in love 🤷🏻‍♀️ I thought they only love themselves and they only get attached to women who give the most benefit to them (which Gable had been to his first two wives whom he used to get ahead in Hollywood).

But then there are few stories like this that defy my belief. Good for them, even though they ended up in tragedy. At least they’ve known one great love in their lifetime. It remains elusive to some of us.


Speaking of love, Kimchi finally met the toy that she would love to bits.

It’s a hairy keychain! She brings it with her everywhere.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Photo by CallMeCreation.com

She’s very cute when playing with that thing. She grabs it by her mouth then tosses it in the air and then catches it with her paws or mouth.

I brought home a toy/cat tower but nope, she just wants this.


There’s something from last night that sent ny blood boiling this morning but I’ll write about it probably tomorrow. I just want to think about nicer stuff. Work-related stress is 🤦‍♀️

I need to rest because I will be driving early tomorrow to check on my house’s construction.

Bathroom section, sent to me by my contractor.

Defeated

I don’t feel good right now. An article I had labored over is being questioned by a guy who has been in this job only for a year. 🙄

I’m tired because I had been editing until 7:45 pm. My brain is already fried. Then I get an email from somebody in New York about the wisdom of the story I wrote.

Just like last night, I was disturbed by an editor who asked me “do we publish this kind of stories?” I said yes, since the time I joined in 2014. I was hired to do this kind of stories because there’s plenty of this in my market and no one specializes in it.

I just want to scream.

Maybe I need to rest. Like rest for a long, long time.

My boss just sent us our numbers for 3Q22 and I’m on the top 3 most productive person in APAC. No wonder I’m so tired.

I was trying to hug my cats but those critters are useless as emotional supprt animals 😑

Kimchi being a pompous ass here after running away from me. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My kids hugged me but they’re too busy with their own stuff. I didn’t tell them that I just needed some affection because everything went bad today. It’s not good to burden them with my emotional needs. That’s not what my kids are for. Children who are made to shoulder the happiness of their parent/s become broken human beings.

I just have to hug myself today.

I have 100 things on my to-do list but I couldn’t strike off any of them because I no longer have the energy to do them.

Out of whack hormones and sheer exhaustion, this is all what it is. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.

I will just cry tonight. I just don’t know why I have to but it will make me feel better.