Monday blues

Not in the mood to do anything. I’m hormonal right now (but I’m glad that I still have my period—that means I’m not that old yet). I have too many things on my plate and it’s overwhelming me.

Poor lettuce plant. I have already harvested the mature leaves in one week. I don’t know if this will still thrive. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I needed to get out and buy more veggies and replace this lettuce plant with new ones. My home office—actually my whole house—is closing in on me. I’m getting restless but I still have work to finish.

Waiting for the jeep to take me to Handyman outside the campus. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I decided to take the public transport because driving my big car is more trouble. Parking space is hard to come by in our town. I needed to buy *stuff* from Handyman because I wanted to get out. Might as well buy the things I keep forgetting to buy when I run errands. I can do my emails on my phone. If they come looking for me, I just say I stepped out of office. That’s it.

I needed to see the outside world.

Bought pizza on the way back as requested by my neighbors. Surprisingly, the jeep is almost empty at 6 pm…Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I don’t know where this restlessness is coming from. Was it because of what I wrote yesterday? How do I address it? Should I even do anything about it?

Enjoying the outdoors

Al fresco dining. Chicken rice that I painstakingly cooked before noon. But this is early dinner because it was too hot outside earlier than 4 pm. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I overslept because Sushi had been pestering me at 3 am, scratching my bedroom door, wanting to be let in. And out. And in. And out. 🤦🏻‍♀️

I’m trying to limit my meals to twice a day but today I broke my calorie-intake limit because my chicken rice is 👌. It’s still twice a day but oh no, look at that bowl of rice 🤦🏻‍♀️!

So we walked to go to church and walked back to burn those calories. My girls went straight home while I walked a bit further to catch the golden hour over the bridge near our house.

Sunset filtered by the trees. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
The creek is really low now that the rains have stopped. A hundred years ago, they said there were crocodiles here. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I couldn’t go any farther because I was not wearing athletic shoes and my leather shoes for church was hurting my feet. Gotta go home.

Need to go to the supermarket now.


For several nights now, I have been having these weird dreams. First was about Edward Norton, whom I had been crushing on ever since I watched him on Keeping The Faith (with Jenna Elfman and Ben Stiller) and American History X. Anyway, in the dream I still had a big crush on him but I passed up the opportunity to date him and eventually he ended up with my friend, Mdz. I was so remorseful and regretted my dilly-dallying.

Then this morning before I woke up, I had a dream about a college friend—a good friend—whom I had friendzoned in real life. In my dream, I didn’t friendzone him and we started dating. However, we had to do it behind our common friend’s back because she was in love with him (in real life she became his gf). And you know what, I missed that kilig feeling, that exhilaration, when something new and wonderful is starting. Isn’t that what youthful romances are all about? And in my dream, I knew I wouldn’t have a hard time because I didn’t have to put my best foot forward because this was a friend who had been with me since when we were freshmen. No pretensions, no lies. And I was spoiled by this person.

However in real life, I kept choosing people whom I had to bend backwards for so they will like me instead of going for people who chose me for me, snot, haggard face, and all. This friend had hung around me in real life during our college years because it was beyond platonic for him. I was unaware and also when he confessed, I wasn’t into him at all because I valued the friendship more. There was no spark.

That person no longer exists because he has evolved into a different person and he’s a happy family man now. The person that was me 19-23 years ago no longer exists as well.

I can’t sleep. I need to clean my face

It seems like my subconsciousness brings me back to things that I could have done differently, hence, those dreams…maybe because what I’m feeling now is regret. Just like that dream with Edward Norton. Regret for not being wise, regret for being stubborn. I dunno.

Maybe I should train myself not to let this loneliness eat me and not think about what could have been. I should look forward to the days coming ahead because not everyone is given a second chance to have a new life like this.


Sun, shining down on me; my toe died

Drying and disinfecting my dish drying rack. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

The sun is out, for real this time. I brought out the stuff I need to air out or dry under the sun. My asthma is not as bad as yesterday so I did some chores, but not so much since I have my cleaning lady today.

Towels, shoes that I have washed on the mini washing machine, what else? Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I still can’t go out for errands since I still feel under the weather. All I can do is organize things so my tiny house wouldn’t get cluttered. That’s how it is with living small—you have to clean as you go since clutter can make your house much smaller than it is.

Shoes in the proper racks. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Putting away appliances not in use. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Checking pantry staples. I need to do grocery shopping tomorrow. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
After all mini-chores are done, I had my drink at my sort-of-porch with lighted incense to keep bugs away. Bugs only come out at past 5 pm but it’s better to be prepared. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

And my cats have enjoyed the dry day. Kimchi started roaming around the yard, while Sushi kept within the stairs area for a change.

At the side yard. She didn’t even want to go home yet; she was enjoying herself too much. I had to carry her to the stairs when it was already dark. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I was debating whether I should start assembling the cabinet that I had ordered online or wait until tomorrow when I can recruit my teenaged nephews to help me build it.

Good luck to me. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

But later I asked my sister for an extra hand because the instructions indicated that there should be two people to help with attaching the panels and bringing the cabinet upright.

After two hours, we were able to build this thing. However, the doors wouldn’t close because the divider was protruding and there was gap between it and the back of the cabinet. In the process, the cabinet door fell on my toe. My sister left to go home since it was already 10 pm. I undid the cabinet to flip the middle divider because it was attached the wrong way. In this photo, I finally was able make it right so I can make the doors close. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Et voila! A decent cabinet with clothes hanger inside. This can catch the spillover from the girls’ drawers. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
They have to organize their clothes tomorrow. School is starting in three weeks. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
I almost broke my toe. Yep, that’s a blood clot. That cabinet door was fucking heavy. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I’m sicker than I thought

Good that I’m always negative for Covid. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I woke up in a fit of coughing—asthma attack. I couldn’t breathe properly. I felt terrible. I couldn’t go on sick leave because I was on editing rotation duty today plus our Managing Ed who’s supposed to be on duty today, too, has Covid again.

So I tried to endure. I took Flumicil and ascorbic acid on an empty stomach because I thought that would help me start the day by cooking breakfast.

Boy was I so wrong.

By lunchtime I had this most unbearable stomachache that knocked the wind out of me. I was shouting in pain and was sweating profusely. I took three tablets of antacids (Aluminum Hydroxide Magnesium Carbonate) but it didn’t work. I had to vomit my way out of pain in the toilet. My kids were panicking and thought I was dying because my vomit looked like blood but it was just breakfast (longganisa)

After 30 mins of emptying my stomach and a tablet of Raniditine, only then I was able to stop contorting on my bed. This was followed by non-stop passing of gas.

I didn’t realize that Flumicil (effervescent mucolytic) cannot be taken on an empty stomach. To make matters worse, I took it with 500mg of ascorbic acid. Sheesh.

I should have myself checked for ulcer, as recommended by my new gastroenterologist. I cannot find the prescription he gave me for hyperacidity attacks like this.

And all this drama I was still editing in-between…Talk about slavery.

Chocolate Instant Quaker Oats while I took a break from editing. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Good thing it stopped raining so I was able to get some fresh air. My kitties also joined me; they probably saw how terrible I looked earlier today.

If its fits, I sits–Kimchi. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Smelling, smelling, smelling. Curious little fat cat. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Since there was no George around, my cats are back to exploring the area outside our little house. Sushi has been more exploratory lately than Kimchi and has gone farther downstairs. She also gained weight and no longer that skinny. She eats more frequently now compared when we were in QC.

I tried basking under the sunshine for as long as I could but the bugs were starting to overwhelm me. I should really think about installing permanent incense and mosquito coil holders in this area.

I tried to catch the golden hour here before I went back inside for more work.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I don’t know why I wrote that on this photo. Maybe melancholy has gotten the better of me. Maybe I need to get out tomorrow. Maybe I should start seeing people. But then I’m sick. Oh well.

Down but not out so I went sunbathing

Sick again. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I should really go back to masking and avoiding handshakes. After I dropped the mask, the frequency of my having colds has gone up. It’s annoying to be hit with illnesses like this as this makes me anxious about traveling.

I also dread getting reinfected with Covid, just like what happened to the ex-colleague-turned-PR professional.

I’m prepping for an interview in 30 mins and I’m figuring out a way how I would not sound not too sick for this. *sigh*


For a brief moment, the sun was out.

Additional stools I ordered online. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I went out after a sad interview I had—sad in the sense that I don’t know if I will be allowed to publish it because the interviewees need clearance from the mothership in Japan. I’m legally prevented from sending a draft and they, on the other hand, can’t allow publication without checking the draft. So what’s the point of going through with this?!

I stretched and stared at the sky that finally turned blue again after so many days of rain. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Hello there! Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Catching some rays before they disappear again. We’ll never know…the clouds above are threatening.

I had to go back to edit more stories. I had procrastinated too much and procrastinating still. I now have five stories that I need to write and they keep piling up on me.


Vogue Philippines August 2023 cover.

After their Apo Whang-Od cover, Vogue Philippines is once again redefining what is a beautiful Filipina. For August 2023, they have 91-year-old Dr. Dolores Ramirez, National Scientist of the Philippines (plant breeding and plant cytogenetics) on their cover. People used to call her Dr. DR and countless students avoided her gen ed course (genetics) because she is a tough professor. People have given her the monicker Mother Cell because she was a pioneer in the teaching of genetics in the Philippines.

Thank you, Vogue Philippines, for celebrating the Filipinas’ intellect and grace. For reminding us that beauty is more than skin deep and that beauty is ageless.

I should buy this issue. My sis-in-law has the Apo Whang-Od issue that I have yet to borrow.


Dear Rachel Ray,

This is how Filipino garlic (with egg) fried rice looks like.

Don’t stress Uncle Roger.

Yours truly,
Niece CallMeCreation.com

Lovingly cooked by yours truly. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

National Bed Weather day

It didn’t stop raining today, which was bad for my productivity even though I have four stories to write. I’ve had calls and interviews but other than that my productivity was zero.

Meanwhile, Kimchi is enjoying their cat grass…

Cat grass to relieve tummy ache. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

These cats are so spoiled. I had installed shelves for them to climb and where they can hang out while looking down on their hoomans. Then I bought two pots of cat grass and more seeds from Lazada for when the time comes have demolished the two pots. They’re living their best lives—a far cry from the storm drain where we have found them.

However, there is still no sign of George…I really do hope he is still alive.


This Facebook post made the rounds starting last week as the University of the Philippines (different campuses) held/are holding their respective commencement exercises. This embodies poverty and this dispels the notion among privileged people that poverty is just a result of laziness. No, it is an amalgamation of factors, mostly inequity and inequality. I’ve had students who were in this position; it broke my heart when one of them (a very bright kid) asked me to sign his leave of absence papers because he could no longer afford to send himself to school. I and some offered to help him financially but he declined. My mom had housed underprivileged kids and one of them cried at the dinner table one time because she was being eaten by guilt—that she was eating well while her siblings had barely anything to eat back home. It was her guilt that made her quit school—much to my mother’s sadness—so she can work instead to bring food to the table.

Here is Leo Jaminola’s post:

This year marks nearly a decade of being a working student, five years of being my family’s breadwinner, and the completion of my master’s degree at the University of the Philippines Diliman.

Four years ago, during my graduation with my bachelor’s degree, I shared that I took as many as six jobs to finance my studies — an encoder, a transcriptionist, a library student assistant, a tutor, a writer, and even a food vendor. As such, graduating with honors back then was nothing short of a miracle. In the years that followed, the list of jobs I took just grew longer as I became a research assistant, a government employee, a development worker, and a consultant for different projects with some engagements overlapping with each other.

I applied for jobs even when I wasn’t confident in my skills or didn’t have experience in that particular line of work. I still risked and fought tooth and nail to get those opportunities because the potential income I could get to ensure my family’s survival far outweighs any uncharted territory I need to cross with these jobs. Through all of this, I imbibed the mantra of faking it until you make it, and I still live by this up to this day.

Apart from taking up jobs, I also often entered into essay writing competitions and fellowships that offered cash incentives in an attempt to augment my income. I succeeded in some of these competitions and earned some cash but I also lost in so many others.

In short, the past years have been a long-winding maze of seeking financial security and I have still yet to find a way out of this crisis. From full-time work, part-time work, and competitions, I did my best to provide not only for myself but also for my family.

To be honest, there are moments when the pressure becomes overwhelming and I wish that I can disappear – even just for a tiny while. But then I remember that the needs of the people I love largely depended on me so I dust myself, drown the chorus of self-doubt in my head, and breathe deeply before continuing work once more.

I constantly tell my friends (and myself) that life is not a race. Because if it is, I am definitely on the losing side and trailing by miles and miles.

While some of my peers have hefty investments in high-yield financial instruments, here I am still overthinking whether I deserve an upgrade to a large Coke while ordering in the local fast food chain.

While some of my peers have multiple properties to their name, here I am still dividing the price of shampoo by their volume to see which brand and size have the best value for money.

While some of my peers are traveling the world and trying all sorts of adventures, here I am still spending most of my weekends in front of a laptop and finishing deliverables for my ‘rakets’.

My lack of privilege has greatly affected my pursuit of education as well. Having a full-time job and various part-time engagements meant that I have less time to study for my coursework and comply with class requirements. This lack of focus has also translated to lackluster thesis submissions leading to a constant barrage of comments from my adviser and multiple major revisions. As a result, my graduation from the program was delayed for one whole semester.

You see, I grew up in a place where a college degree remains elusive for many community members, and people enrolling in graduate programs are rarely encountered. This is not surprising as families in my community struggle with the most basic things like providing food on the table. During my childhood, I saw how poverty manifested itself in the form of cramped makeshift houses, children playing near litter-filled canals, and senior citizens succumbing to illnesses without even getting a proper diagnosis. Growing up, I thought of these as normal occurrences that should be accepted as it is the way of life. Now, I do not think that this should be the norm.

Some people will say that poverty is a personal failure and that the members of my community should work harder but I know better. One of the things that I learned from my experience is that hard work as the primary factor in being successful is a myth. That’s not to say that it doesn’t play a role but privilege and access to resources have greater impacts on whether a person ends up successful or not.

Frankly, breadwinners are the biggest evidence to counter this prevailing myth. We try our best every day but constantly feel that it is not translating into the future we want to achieve. When we think of breadwinners, we usually envision a diligent person buried under a mountain of responsibilities but still barely making ends meet. This is because for many of us, hard work, especially in the short term, really only translates to mere survival.

If hard work is all it took, then the many young breadwinners I know who continue to support their families while chasing their own dreams would not be constantly organizing their budget trackers to find ways how to stretch their salary until the next payday.

If hard work is all it took, then my neighbors who wake up at 4:00 AM to go out to sea and catch fish should not face financial issues.

If hard work is all it took, then the ‘nanays’ in my community who juggle multiple domestic responsibilities while still trying to contribute to household finances would be enjoying a comfortable life.

Others will read this and use it as some kind of living proof that people, even those from the most marginalized groups, can make it in life simply by working hard rather than addressing structural barriers. But what of those who didn’t make it despite working as hard or even harder than me? How are their experiences not evidence of the continued inaccessibility of education and opportunities in our country?

Rather than success, we should see my experience and the stories of so many others as systemic failures. If anything, my story should make us angry and move us to demand a much better society – one that allows our people to live with dignity, dream freely, and enjoy equal opportunities.

Leo Jaminola
2014-6XXXX

BA Political Science
MA Demography
University of the Philippines – Diliman”


Changed my keyboard. Reel by CallMeCreation.com

To improve my productivity tomorrow, I changed my keyboard…to inspire me to write. There are times that I really need to treat myself like a kid to keep me moving.