Working at Single Origins. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
I’m now finishing my editing backlog so I don’t have to revisit this next week. I still have to finish my own articles and heaven knows when I can sit down and rake my brain for functioning cells needed for writing. I’m waiting for my best friend and the girls who are watching the Red Velvet concert.
We left QC at around 1 pm and checked in at Hotel Jen – Shangri-la at 2 pm. Good that Shangri-la was able to improve the old Traders’ Hotel that was badly in need of an overhaul but you can already see the age of the building and its facilities.
King bed. I hope the three of us can fit. Photo by CallMeCreation.comPhoto by CallMeCreation.comA peek at Manila Bay. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
At around 3 pm we met my best friend and her nephew (with the girlfriend). The couple went to Ikea and bff went with us and we had an early dinner while the girls attended their online review class.
At Lugang. Dimsum and congee. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
My brain is already fried. I’m dead. I just want to have a 2-hr massage and a long bubble bath and tuck in between those sheets.
Oh. I have kids with me in that delicious-looking bed.
It was raining when I fetched my car. Good thing I got Grab easily because Cainta gets flooded after a torrential rain.
Photo by CallMeCreation.,com
I was overjoyed when I finally met my car. Wohoo! I can finally do errands and go anywhere I want to go.
Photo by CallMeCreation.com
It almost looks new. This hasn’t been buffed and given a new sheen yet so I have to return it on Saturday. I would have the floor painted as well before I have the new carpet installed. I need to add fog lights below the headlamps so there wouldn’t be a gaping hole.
No more dents! No more scratches! They even painted the inside and the engine purrs like a dream.
Meanwhile, I’m busy packing for my trip to Singapore. Why this early? Because tomorrow we will be spending the night at Hotel Jen after the Red Velvet et al concert in MOA Arena. Then I would be running errands at the last minute the next day before returning this car to the shop for polishing. I don’t have enough time nor mental space for last-minute packing.
Yes, my clothes are all black. As black as my soul. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Sushi wants to come with my clothes. I’m a monochromatic person—I just wear black (or grey) like Steve Jobs. I don’t have time to bother with coordinating my clothes before I leave the house. I mean, I only have enough brain cells for my work and managing my home and children.
I was more harassed today than yesterday with edits piling up, stories to write, and coordination with the conference teams. Ghad, I still have two stories to write. Maybe I can write at the airport???
I had a call with the teams that are heading the conferences next week and I realized that I need to extend my stay in Singapore because there is no way I can finish all the tasks I am set to do. My boss told me yes, please extend because I need to meet Singapore candidate reporters as well. My colleague in Singapore will be taking her CFA Level 2 exam in November and after she passes that, I don’t have anything to offer her besides making her officially my deputy, which does not make any dent compared to other prospects that she will have. Even with a promotion and raise, what other financial institution can offer her would significantly be higher.
Stadium Road, Singapore. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
So I must do some succession planning. I need to hire one or two new Singapore reporters and if I need to go back in September, then I should, even though I would like to limit my travel overseas. I need to make room for my S.Korea working-holiday in October-November.
If this colleague-friend would leave soon, then there would be a big gaping wound in my team because she is very good. It’s going to be a huge wound, I tell you.
So there, I would be arriving from Singapore on 2 August and would be fetched by my mom’s driver from the airport at midnight and sleep in my mom’s house for a few hours then go straight to my college’s testimonial and recognition rites. Then my mom’s driver would bring me back to QC.
Today is hectic with calls, editing, and the amount of writing I must do. I’m still creating charts now to include in my crystal ball-gazing article for the region, which our commercial team is asking me to finish NOW because they will include this in the conference next week.
With the amount of ass-kicking I’m doing, I must really ask for another round of raise by the end of this year.
I have four to five pending articles I must write this week. Heaven knows how I would be able to shoehorn it tomorrow when I need to fetch my car, do more food shopping because I would be out of this house for 10 days, and I also need to buy a dress.
My head is swimming. I am wearing four hats all at once and I don’t have mental space for anything else.
That makes my S. Korea holiday a welcome respite from this chaos.
I decided I would be working in Seoul for the first week I would be there and just rent a unit via Airbnb and wait for my friends to arrive the following week. I was already exchanging emails this morning with the PE that I would be visiting there in October. I would just fix my schedule there after this SG trip since I would be meeting some Korean LPs in Singapore. Then I would just let my friends take charge of the itinerary because I’m tired of managing my life. I’ll be happy just being dragged along and be brainless. Anyway, I don’t have any real target that I must achieve/see in Seoul or wherever we would be going. Until Japan opens up to individual tourists without Japan-based family (and not group tours), Korea would be my best alternative holiday destination for this year.
OK, I must go back to my writing chore. The commercial team is waiting for my draft.
TIMECHECK: 12:35 am 21 July —> submitted draft to commercial team and to editing pool
OK, I will be getting my car on Thursday because I need it to drive to the concert venue on Friday (at SM MOA Arena in Pasay) as my best friend and the girls will be watching that Kpop concert while I wait for them in some coffee shop. But I would have to return the car on August 4 for the finishing touches on my car.
I should be returning it on the 31st but I received an email from my undergrad college that I am being invited to be their keynote speaker for their Testimonial and Recognition Rites a.k.a. College-wide rites on 3 August. Therefore I need my car.
Photo by Philippine Star
I was floored.
Hello…only famous people get invited to be keynote speakers in UP graduation rites.
I’m not famous. I don’t have anything of significance. I don’t know…
Anyway, it is an honor to speak before them. I’m scared at the same time.
I drafted my speech and sent copies to my mom, my best friend, and the chair of the graduate school who is also my sister in my Greek-letter organization in college. Both my sis and my bff said my speech is strongly worded. My mom already wanted it to share to other people. I told my mom, hold your horses, just share it after my actual speech since it will still evolve.
It will be live streamed. I wonder how this will fare as whatever I will say will ruffle some feathers. Many feathers.
I sent a message to my car guy to ask when can I go and pick up my car. He hasn’t replied yet. And it’s not a good sign.
Meanwhile, I’m so mentally exhausted today after spending hours trying to come across as intelligent and knowledgeable about the industries of my interviewees. Good thing I seemed to have passed and the discussions were good; I was able to extract enough for a 1,000-word article for each interview today.
I’m also struggling to finish an article, which was based on an interview by my newest reporter. From the transcript, it shows that she had trouble pivoting or taking control of the interview. The interviewee refused to budge and does not answer the questions directly or is beating around the bush. This reporter sent an SOS to help her write the story. Now that I’m deep into it, it took me a while to figure out how to structure the story. Interviewing difficult people requires great skill and unfortunately I wasn’t there to help my reporter go around the interviewee to grill him more.
You see, being a journalist involves a lot of mind games and interviews are like a football game. You need to always have the ball in your control and you call the shots, which information you need or don’t need. If they give you more motherhood statements than real information, flip the court and have the ball back under your feet. You juggle the ball around your interviewee until you get what you need and move to strike a goal.
The sooner reporters know about how cerebral this work is, the better they are in interviewing/data gathering.
However, there are instances that you just have to walk away because talking to a stonewalling interviewee is more trouble than his company/story is worth. Know when to walk away.
Because this day has left me mentally drained, I am just going to indulge in brainless activity—watching Youtube videos of creative people.
Expect more market routs from hereon. Hello my portfolio…are you still ok? My paper losses have been mounting.
โThe odds of a recession have gone up, but the markets have not fully priced in the recession case yet,โ Ms. Hoxha said. โNot only is the Fed having to correct being too dovish last year, it has to unwind its balance sheetโ by selling the bonds and other securities it bought to support the economy and markets.
These idiots on WallStreet are in denial. People on Main Street have been hurting a lot with the increase in basic goods and services–that is already an indication that the economy is spiraling down since people are no longer willing to shell out more money and are now focused on just buying the basic stuff–if they have the cash to buy in the first place.
People have yet to price in this double whammy that China may fall due to mortgage-fueled credit crunch. Many China-funded projects abroad have stalled and expansion plans have been shelved.
Large banks in China are in trouble as well. They have lent tens of billions to poor countries as part of China’s ambitious Belt and Road Initiative. A significant portion of their credit portfolio is likely to become nonperforming as their borrowers are unable to service the debt due to the global economic downturn.
The most recent economic implosion and the collapse of the government of Sri Lanka will likely force their Chinese lenders to write off a large portion of the loans. If big Chinese banks themselves face rising nonperforming loans abroad, they will be less able to help bail out insolvent small or medium-sized banks at home.
Locally, the likes of Dennis Uy of Undenna had depended too much on China backing that none of his new companies/ventures took off. He had to sell his huge assets/liabilities to Enrique Razon, including his stake in the Malampaya gas fields. As for infrastructure projects that the Duterte admin had been depending on like the Southrail project, it’s already dead as China rejected the proposal to finance it. Now the government under Marcos Jr is scrambling where/how to procure financing for this.
Stupid.
It’s no longer a question of whether the world will go into a recession. It’s a question of how deep is it going to be and how long will it take before we can bounce back.
Meanwhile, another catfisher is on to me again on IG today. My daughters and I were reverse-searching the photos that we are sure 100% stolen. Again from another Thai guy (THEY’RE EVEN NOT CUTE, just ordinary). There seems to be a trend: At first the ones that were bothering me were Caucasian guys who I keep on blocking. Then Chinese guys–blocked. Then for the entire year last year until early this year, almost all are Koreans. Blocked. Now Thais. Blocked. But I wanted to play a revenge game with them, but my daughters said, Mommy, don’t bother. It may just backfire on you. Ok, my daughters have more sense than me. Blocked.
Do I look desperate??? Geez. I just wanted to show the world, especially my stupid exes, that I am well and they’re not a loss, hence, my decent photo. Maybe I should just change my photo into that of my cats.
Finally, after a month I was able to ride my bike again but this time it was rather weird that I had a harder time. Maybe because I slept at 4 am? But it turned out that it was my first day of mens (learned when I got back home) so no wonder I was so sluggish and I easily got tired.
Not a lot of people exercising since it was drizzling. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
I was able to shop for a week’s worth of vegetables. It’s really a lot cheaper inside the UP campus compared to the veggie stalls along C.P. Garcia. This week’s haul was only PHP 560 and my veg compartment in my fridge is overflowing.
The drizzle was getting heavier so I stopped at Infinitea along Maginhawa St. to rest and cool off.
I shouldn’t have caffeine but what the heck, I want this.
According to my smart watch, I burned almost 700kcal form cycling alone but then I compensated with milktea so I no longer know the net calories burned ๐.
Oh that gold chain there? That’s my face mask necklace so I dont’ have to fish for it in my bag/beltbag or put it on the table when drinking/eating. I just let the mask hang on from my neck; it’s more sanitary that way.
I wasam sooo tired that I told the girls we will just do the grocery shopping tomorrow.
I’m now preparing for the coming week, fixing my schedule and to-do list. I need to email my interview questions later for my interview at 11 am. I have back-to-back-to-back calls tomorrow, so Lord, give me strength to last the day while my body is uncooperative.
My Filofax system that I find works best for me. CallMeCreation.com
Hopefully, I would be able to write three articles this week so I don’t have to worry about it when I’m in Singapore chasing people for the entire week. I don’t even know if I could edit stories while in conferences for four whole days. ๐ถ I chose a hotel with a swimming pool so I can swim after work because gyms really don’t do it for me. I guess I can work at night to finish the edits. I don’t think I would be having drinks after work unless absolutely necessary. I’m avoiding socializing with people I would be meeting there. I should learn my lesson.
I don’t think I have enough time to do some sketching there. ๐ Ah, all work and no play make me so boring.
I’m tired. I may need to sleep earlier tonight. Damn this period.
I’ll end this evening on a high note. As an ex-football player, this breaking news just cheers my old broken futbolera bones. (An ex-goalie with busted knees).