We need to push back

I just got back home from a large drinking session with colleagues from the industry but I didn’t drink that much, only got dizzy with the silvanas I ate. We had talked about many things that should stay within the four walls of that venue. All I can say is–and what the oldies told us—that we should take seriously all threats to our lives and the safety training that we would be taking soon.

We should be braver now and make a stand—and we should support one another even if we are from competing news agencies.


More flowers! Photo by CallMeCreation.com

This is the first time this week that it didn’t rain. Since it was too late to go anywhere far, I decided to just drive to QC Circle and buy more plants to replace the ones that died during the deadly heat of the past few weeks. So here we are, a thousand pesos poorer.

While I was buying plants, I had let the girls take rides in the mini amusement park at the Circle. Even though they’re already tweens, they still enjoy such stuff, especially since they were cooped up inside the apartment for week because of the rains.

Paddling in this green pond. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Then we had dinner at Saigon Pho along Maginhawa St. I told them we should explore other cuisines so that when I bring them with me abroad, they would be more comfortable eating a variety of food.

Twin I ate three, while I only had one. She said it was delicious. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

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

Now they have discovered the wonderful world of pho. They loved it. They had beef, I had chicken (because I felt I already hit my beef quota for the month). I told them next time we will go to Muang Thai along Malakas St.

Muang Thai menu c/o Zomato

Since dine-in is back, I can bring them again to Little India and some other specialty restaurants in Salcedo village that are tucked away inside the CBD buildings like Warung Indo (Indonesian) and Sultan Mediterranean Grill. And of course, my favorite—Little Tokyo in Makati, which is a community of Japanese restaurants where Japanese bankers go. The former MUFG Manila head told me about this little diner there that seats only 15 people that serves the best ramen in Manila and for the life of me I already forgot the name. It’s also in Little Tokyo where I can have my okonomiyaki fix. I mean I’ve been spoilt by Osaka, the food bowl of Japan, and I had a wonderful time eating in small diners there even though I couldn’t read the menu. Because of that, it’s now hard for me to find good Japanese food now that I had the best the country had to offer. Most of the Japanese restaurants here have been “Filipinized” i.e. salty. Somebody asked me, where did I have the best Japanese food, I told him/her (cannot remember now who asked), that I attended this reception by the Japanese government for the delegates of the ADB Annual Governors’ Meeting, which was graced by then-Finance Minister Taro Aso in Yokohama. They spared no expense–they served the best Wagyu steak, best sushi, sashimi and other dishes that I could no longer identify. One Japanese official shared with me a shot of sake and he told me that was the best sake there is. I could tell because it was so smooth. The best teppanyaki I had was in the middle of nowhere in Kinosaki.

Teppanyaki. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I digress.

The point I’m trying to make is that the girls shouldn’t be just confined to mall food. They told me that they remember that we used to go to malls a lot before and I said I hated those weekends but we only went because their dad is a mall rat. That’s one of the reasons he hated me. I didn’t like malls, I didn’t like window shopping, and I didn’t like mall food. When I had the energy, I took the girls to UP so they can play in the grass and climb trees. They picked flowers and weeds. They played make-believe games while running around. I bought them ice cream and taho (silken tofu) from the ambulant vendors scattered around the campus. They needed fresh air and real food and not be confined in malls and see all those things that tempt them to be mindless consumers of stuff. I brought them to QC Circle to play in the playground when it was newly constructed. I let them run around and play games with the other kids. It’s healthier and cheaper, too.

So I’m not surprised that he feeds them pizza and burgers when they’re with him on some weekends. 🙄 Oh well.

Gotta sleep and tackle the Sombrero island painting tomorrow.

Success!

Very tender beef ❤️. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My 10-hr bulalo was a success. We love how tender the beef is and it melts in your mouth. The potatoes absorbed all the flavors and the soup alone is enough to be your meal. Drown your rice with the soup and you’re good. ❤️ This is so sinful that I will only cook it once in a while. I think I can make a beef bowl noodle with this next time. I kept adding seasonings throughout the night so that the flavors will not disappear with the heat.

While I did that, I was trying to make sense of my landscape sketch.

Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

Since this was requested by Twin A, I will put this in their room.

Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

I think I need to start doing charcoals again and build my charcoal pencil collection from scratch. In the meantime, I can make do with my multiple mechanical pencils and the ordinary Mongol ones that I have with me.

I’m so sleepy now as I slept around past 4 am, woke up at 7, slept again and woke up at 10 am. I think I need to turn in earlier tonight. Need to fix my body clock. 🥱

Bulalo and pencils

While waiting for inspiration to strike me to finish that Sombrero island watercolor, I went back to one of my meditative hobbies—cooking. So we took the slow cooker out of hibernation and the beef shanks from my freezer drawer.

As a true-blue Batangueña, cooking bulalo—which is basically beef stew—should just be a cinch for me. I just need to have a lot of patience. And a Crockpot. Or an Instapot.

First thing I did is I blanched the beef shanks. While I the meat broth was boiling, I skimmed off the scum floating around. When the surface began to clear, I boiled it for a few minutes more and I threw out the water and washed the beef under cold water to clean it. It should be free of blood and other impurities to produce a clear broth.

I washed the pot so the new broth will not be contaminated with impurities.

Blanched beef shanks. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Put the blanched beef shanks into new boiling water. It should be clear. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Put beef bullion, salt or fish sauce then boil the meat again. This time the broth produced should be clear. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

After boiling for a few minutes, I transferred everything to the slow cooker with red onions, leeks, and potatoes. If you have corn, put that in. I will add more green leafy vegetables tomorrow plus some green beans.

Cook this for 8 hours under low heat or so until the meat falls off the bones and the marrow melts/disappears or whatever. Traditionally, this is cooked in a clay pot for four hours but during fiestas, we cook bulalo in a large iron pot over firewood.

My Crockpot is on its last legs and I should a) replace it with another Crockpot or b) buy an Instapot for the pressure cooker function and yogurt-making function. Crockpot is easy on the electricity bill because it only consumes as much energy as an incandescent bulb whereas Instapot consumes 1000 watts. However, it can make a lot of things, among them is yogurt. We love Greek yogurt.

I should hold off for now.


I’m still waiting for inspiration to strike me. Maybe in a few hours? Tomorrow? I’m not in a mood to mix colors right now. I wonder how freelance artists manage to finish commissioned art work 🤔 Writing is similar but oftentimes I can produce stories even when I’m sick or at the bottom of the barrel because there’s a formula to spot stories. Long-form though is a tougher one; even if you bleed me dry I cannot produce that kind of article when I’m not in the zone.

In the meantime, I will scroll through IG for inspiration.


5×7 model. Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

The sandman didn’t come. I’m still fucking wide awake.

I decided to do some pencil work, as requested by Twin A. I think I’m better on pencil?

The 9×12 version, the one I will finish. Art and Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Still far from being done. Art and Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Salcedo Weekend Market

Salcedo Weekend Market. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Finally. I was able to see whatever’s been written about Salcedo weekend market. It’s in the middle of Makati CBD, just at the back of our serviced apartment. There were interesting foodstuff like Vietnamese, Mexican, Aussie, etc as they cater to the expat community living in Salcedo Village/Bel-Air. Some of the vendors are the well-heeled type who are doing this as a hobby. I was looking for the Aussie lady who’s selling crumpets but my girls wanted to go back to our unit because it was hot.

They bought corndog, pancakes, and hash browns but I wouldn’t settle for those—there are better things to check out.

And I was rewarded.

Chicken rice! Photo by CallMeCreation.com

And yes, it did taste like the Singaporean one. But still far from Tong Fong Fatt though.

Mmmmm ❤️ Photo by CallMeCreation.com

This is hardly breakfast food but I just couldn’t resist.

Tiny pool. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

This is where the girls played late yesterday afternoon but they decided not to take a dip this morning because they wanted the bigger pool of the serviced apartment where we transferred later today.

Horseplay. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My sis-in-law and my nephew joined us after lunch so the cousins would have another chance to bond. They didn’t join us in Anilao because of schooling and football game schedule conflicts. So I upgraded my reservation from a studio to a one bedroom apartment. Some would sleep in the living room, some in the bedroom. As if these kids would sleep; this is an expensive slumber party with mommies in tow 🤣

I think this is roughly the size of my future kitchen. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
One sleeping setup. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I had extra beds set up in the living room. It’s OK, it’s just for one night. All in the name of familial bonding.

This is the view beside me.

Salcedo Village. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Another day is dying in the concrete jungle. I will soon be able escape from this.

Back to civilization

Edsa is such a nutcase even on Sundays. Road repairs were left unfinished, causing major roadblocks that choked Edsa near Ortigas area. Now I remember why I don’t want to go back.

But I want to sleep in my own bed. *Sigh* Hopefully next year I don’t have to confront Edsa daily.

We should have been at home by 1:09 pm but I decided to drop by SM Makati to grab stuff that would keep the girls occupied now that their classes are over. They have their birthday money to use for whatever so they were free to buy even useless things.

Then we decided to eat out and not bother cooking at home. After four days of resort food, we had some comfort food.

Gyoza. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Salmon roll. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Demolished. She’s so proud of herself. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Her comfort food. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I’ve been trying to book Zennya massage 💆 but couldn’t find any available therapist. I think I may have to walk to the nearby spa to have my diving-induced body aches attended to. I’m too tired to bother now. Tomorrow I will be so busy (I have to drive all the way to Conrad Hotel) to attend a stockholders meeting and press conference. No time for massage. 😔


I had my consultation with my shrink yesterday (via Google Meet) and she said I’m making good progress now that I can handle myself without alprazolam. The stress and anger I had when I discovered the unfair treatment at work didn’t cause me the same level of anxiety as much as J did, so I didn’t have to take alprazolam. I’ve been handling work-related stress and anger for 22 years so in the grand scheme of things it has been inconsequential compared to the triggering effect J has on me.

Because of my progress, my shrink said we would only meet every other month. Great! My shrink was happy that I was finally happy. When we were talking, she saw I was dripping wet as I just came onshore from my dive that afternoon. She said it was good that I am finally doing things that I loved to do and was no longer living inside my head. I was no longer stuck. She said I have already entered the stabilization phase.

I hope there would be no more triggers. But just in case my shrink said if something happens like in February, I shouldn’t wait two months before I talk to her—I need to schedule a session with her, ASAP.

Inside the walls

To start the day, I cooked egg fried rice (with dried seaweed and Vienna sausage) and special egg drop soup for us.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Photo by CallMeCreation.com

We didn’t bring our bikes to Intramuros because 1) it was going to rain; 2) it was too hot. We first went to Fort Santiago because it was the nearest spot near our parking area. When you’re in Intramuros, you go on foot because parking areas are few and far between so better stay where you are parked. I covered the Department of Finance for years and the Bureau of Treasury was just right there, plus my old newspaper’s office was just spitting distance so I know how hard it is to find parking space there. I was always in danger of being towed by the Manila Traffic officers everyday when I parked around the area.

Anyway, it was a lovely afternoon to visit so I can help my kids strengthen their Araling Panglipunan (Social Studies) knowledge without using rote learning system, plus I want them to see two of the oldest churches in Manila.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I think the last time I was here was a decade ago when my mom received an award and the ceremony was held here.

The moat that demarcates the ancient/pre-hispanic fort of the old rajah of Manila. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
One day I will have the patience to sketch this. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
The old supplies warehouse of the Spanish military. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Rajah Sulayman Theater (the old military school and where the prison cell of Jose Rizal was located). Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Media Naranja (“half orange”), the top of the most gruesome dungeons I’ve seen. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Media Naranja is also the area where the ships of the Galleon trade (Manila-Mexico) stopped, if I got it right. If you look down through grills of this courtyard, you will see the prison cells below. It was an inhumane prison because there were openings on the side that allowed the water from Pasig River to flow through when the tide was high. The prisoners would be soaked, if they were lucky. If there was a storm, they would drown.

Fort Santiago fell into the hands of the Japanese and Media Naranja was where 600 Filipino and American prisoners of war were found, already decomposing.

Underneath this cross is the mass grave of the 600 prisoners of war left to die in the dungeons. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

This is the first time I’ve seen the dungeons after 1987 when we had a field trip here. The last time I was here in Media Naranja was when I was with my cousins from the US but the dungeons were under construction because it was already crumbling so I wasn’t able to show them these.

The feeling I had when the girls and I entered the dungeons was similar to the one I had when I was in Corregidor in 2007. It was heavy. The air was oppressive, not just physically.

The tiny entrance to the dungeons. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Right off the bat, the heaviness was all around me. If you’re claustrophobic, better not go inside. It’s also eerie and macabre.

The cells of the prisoners. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

They had photographs of how the American military found the 600 decomposing prisoners when Manila was liberated from the Japanese.

Torture chambers. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
I don’t know why this lady wants her photo taken with such gruesome reminder. 🙄 Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Tiny entrances and exits in the dungeons. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
You really have to squeeze through this exit to escape the heaviness of the area. Its aura was sad and dark.
View of Quezon Bridge atop the dungeons/Media Naranja
The stairs leading to the top of the walls. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

You can climb the walls of Fort Santiago and it was made that way for the guards to patrol the area. My mom told me it was where she and my father had their dates when they were in college 🤣. My father’s campus was south of Manila and my mom’s campus was north of Manila so this is some kind of halfway for them. When I told my kids this story, they were like, whaaaaat? Hahaha! The top of the walls were already made into a park but they couldn’t imagine how it looked like up there because they were too lazy to climb.

View of Manila Cathedral dome and the bell tower of San Agustin Church. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Resting first while watching pigeons do their synchronized flights. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Our Lady of Guadalupe Chapel within the walls of Fort Santiago. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Art installation (a cross) leading to Our Lady of Guadalupe. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

We walked out of Fort Santiago towards Manila Cathedral. I wasn’t able to get a good photo of the facade of the church that I can use to practice sketching parts of Intramuros.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

We couldn’t enter the church because the temperature reader registered my body heat at 37.5. I was so hot at that time and was sweating a lot, hence, the reading. The guard didn’t let me in. Oh well.

Just a glimpse. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

So in the classic Hispanic arrangement of plazas, adjacent to the church should be an administrator’s building. In this case, it was the Palacio del Gobernador, the residence of the Governor-General before an earthquake destroyed it in the 19th century. After that, the Spanish governor-general lived in Malacanang Palace along Pasig River and it has been the residence of whoever is the head of the Philippine government until today.

Palacio del Gobernador. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I know this building very well because it used to house the Bureau of Treasury (BTr) and I covered the Treasury bill auctions here every Monday and Wednesday—the event that determines the benchmark interest rates in the country. In 2018, BTr transferred to the Ayuntamiento de Manila (Manila City Hall), just right across the plaza after the reconstruction of the building was finished.

Ayuntamiento de Manila. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

They were able to reconstruct this well. It is very pretty inside and the last time I was here was in August 2018 when I hosted an economic briefing that was televised.

We no longer went to San Agustin Church because it was already late and it was about to rain. There’s always the next time. Rizal Museum was closed, as well as the other notable museums like Balay Tsinoy and Casa Manila because it’s Black Saturday. San Agustin Church also has its own museum. I also wanted to show the girls the old site of Ateneo de Manila and University of Santo Tomas but it was already getting dark and big fat raindrops were already pelting the windshield of my car.

While driving out of Intramuros, I showed the girls the old and present offices of the newspaper I used to work for. I told them Intramuros was like home to me for almost 6 years.

I drove along Roxas Boulevard and showed the girls where the notorious dolomite beach was. Then we proceeded to SM Mall of Asia because we needed to buy Twin A a new mattress since her current one is already giving her backaches because it was already sagging. I know that it was substandard because it was the foam that came with the bunk bed. The girls also wanted to buy something from SM Department store with their birthday money.

It was a nice day out.

Tomorrow later today, Easter Sunday, the girls will resume their review while I will be spending the entire day drawing or sleeping because Monday will be hectic with back-to-back-to-back calls.