Back to school shopping

Bento brunch. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Made bento brunch today because I wanted to make soybean paste soup with mushrooms and tofu. It goes well with rice balls, salted spinach with sesame oil, and chicken drummets.

Got the text message from the girls’ school that we could claim their school text books so we hopped into the car and off we went. Along with the books came the list of school supplies that we needed to buy.

Paying for our purchases. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Then we went to the farthest SM we can go to: SM Mall of Asia in Pasay. Why the heck did we go there? Because this will be the last day we will have the car at our disposal because tomorrow I will bring this to the car shop for major body repairs and other mechanical repairs. I will have the radiator replaced with the bigger and thicker one, too.

Anyway, the girls and I bought new school bags and shoes that would go with their new school uniforms. They would be starting classes on the 11th of July and I guess I still don’t have the car by then.

All that shopping called for calories. The nearest restaurant with the shortest queue was Genki Sushi.

Lemon honey soda. Photo by Twin A.
Wait staff don’t serve the food. The food comes via a miniature Shinkansen. Video by CallMeCreation.com
Busy tucking in food. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Since we had to maximize the diesel I wasted on this trip, I picked up a drawer, a saucepan (because the old one is already leaking), and some kitchen sink organizers from Ikea.

Good luck to me building this thing. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Ah, retail therapy. I have a love-hate relationship with you.

UPDATE:

It took me two hours to build this tiny drawer 😢

Overstaying

Floor managers. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

We slept in the room that will soon be included in our unit. My bed is small (twin) so the girls had to sleep on the floor. I don’t want to clean the usual room where we sleep in the main house. I wanted to get the feel of the size of this room and the overall atmosphere since this would be my forever room from now on.

Anyway, so I got to talk to this new contractor whom I went to high school with but he is one year ahead of me.

The portal to the other dimension. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

The contractor did an ocular and we discussed the layout, the materials, the logistics, etc.

The east wing. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
The western wing. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
The northern phase. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My contractor said the total size is ~50 sqm, which is the typical size of a two-bedroom condo in Manila. The bedroom we’re sleeping in now will add 10 sqm and will be my future bedroom/office. I reconciled to have it both inside this room and my closet will just be outside. The girls will have the bigger room.

I will no longer have vaulted ceilings as my contractor said dropped ceilings would make the house cooler since vaulted ceilings would just let hot air be confined at the top and have no way to escape if I don’t put exhaust fans there. I don’t want fans up there; they’re hard to clean. So dropped ceiling it is. He’s just going to give me big awning-type windows that is almost floor-to-ceiling that would be ideal for airconditioned rooms. While I intend to have natural air to circulate within the unit, it doesn’t hurt to design it as a fully airconditioned home. It’s better to be flexible. I initially plan to have only the bedrooms airconditioned since I have fresh mountain air outside my home to flow within my TV area and kitchen to keep it cool. But climate change—-you’ll never know.

I have a forest in my backyard. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

The forest in my backyard would become my vegetable garden and whatever I want to do with it (a separate office and art studio perhaps in the future?). On the ground level would be a porch and laundry/utility area. I asked my contractor if he can put high quality polycarbonate roofing there. The kitchen will have granite countertops and drawers under it. The upper cabinets will be covered since Filipino/Asian cuisine is high on oil content, thus, could make stuff greasy if I have open shelving. The floors will remain the same except for the bathroom, of course. I told the contractor I want provision for mounting a heavy chandelier, if I fancy it, but likely it will just be big pendant lights.

He told me the fastest construction period will be 3 months. Soooo I have the option to start construction now that I can lock in the prices of materials since the economy will turn for the worse in the coming months. If I start construction next month, by December I will have a rest house and don’t have to bunk with my mom. I can bring stuff bit by bit until we move in totally by May 2023.

Earlier this evening, my girls and I had dinner and milk tea with the daughter of one of my bffs. The girls had a nice time with her.

Pizza at Auntie Pearl’s. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Choosing milktea flavors. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I didn’t want to cramp the kids’ style so I stayed away while they gossiped the night away…until one clumsy kid of mine spilled her milk tea and made everyone sticky.

We’re running out of clothes. We need to go home to QC tomorrow.

Baby blue eyes

Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

After that pep talk from that sketchbook guy on Youtube, I finally decided to finish this thing that has been festering in my pile of to-do.

Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

I decided not to line the baby blue eyes with dark liner and left the pencil outline and then I painted the filament silver.

Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

Then I decided not to draw individual leaves and use the urban sketching technique of doing color washes (three types of greens) and do a collective outline of leaves and some individual leaves since the baby blue eyes in Hitachi were actually in a bed of grass.

Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

Et voila! I now have a version of my favorite flowers on my wall. My favorite flowers in one of my favorite places on earth.

I think I will make another version of this baby blue eyes for my cousin.


“Mommy,” Twin A said, “KKR si promoting liquid botox.”

“Huh? Who?” I asked, bewildered.

“You know, KKR, that girl. She is promoting liquid botox on Facebook.”

“Ahh, Tito J’s gf,” I said.

“Yes. Twin I and I were watching her videos on Facebook. She’s always doing all these beauty videos and she keeps showing off her boobs in revealing clothes. She still looks like a transvestite though,” Twin A said.

“Ah I don’t care. Let her be. As long as I don’t need that botox I’m fine,” I said.

I really don’t need it and will never need it. In the first place, botox is injected and not applied topically, as my girls said this woman is demonstrating on her video—whatever. Besides, I’m already beautiful as is and I don’t need to inject myself with botulinum toxin. Hello! Anybody with a half-brain knows it is a neurotoxin that can cause your face to be frozen and be without facial expression 🙄 Exhibit A: Nicole Kidman. Exhibit B: Renee Zellweger.

My self-worth need NOT be measured by how many wrinkles I have, by being a daughter of a restaurant owner (a very poor way to be identified, by the way), or by any other external identifier. As my gay friend K said, do not measure yourself against these people—it’s not you who is the problem, remember that.

Yes, K, I am believing you now. I measure myself against how I was a year ago, how I was five years ago. I am older but much wiser now (I hope). I have only myself to compare with.

Someday, someone will appreciate my 42-year-old clear skin that doesn’t need botox, for my intellect, my talents, my generosity, my capacity to love, sense of adventure, my wide range of interests, my resilience, my practicality, my strength—the overall me. I will be appreciated by someone who will not take me for granted and not use me for his selfish gains.

Someday. Not today.

I’ve got some more healing to do.

In the meantime, my cats sleep with me on the bed and provide me with love and comfort. We woke up like this today ❤️. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Today’s news isn’t reassuring and on top of that I was busy dealing with errant reporters again. So Twin I asked, “Mommy, do you want hot choco?” “Ok,” I said.

Ahh! Hot choco with whipped cream and marshmallows. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

This made me feel a lot better. My daughter made me a calorie-laden drink to ease the tension on my forehead and back. ❤️

Twin A asked me yesterday, “Mommy, did you regret having children?”

I said, “No. I will always choose you over everything else.”

And this question and answer between me and my daughter echoed in my head while I was reading this article and the FB comments on the WSJ post.

To Get Into the Ivy League, ‘Extraordinary’ Isn’t Always Enough These Days. The Wall Street Journal.

While I was not really aiming to get into an Ivy League school for my master’s degree, the opportunities presented to me before I got married and before I got pregnant with the girls were there. I was encouraged by one of my teachers at UP Masscom to apply for a scholarship at the Columbia Graduate School of Journalism where she is an alumna. I was preparing to apply when my father died. Then it all went downhill from there. My priorities have shifted; I got married, just as what my father had wanted. Then other opportunities came along (although not Ivy): scholarship at NYU and Germany but I couldn’t push through because then-husband didn’t want to come and I got pregnant, respectively.

I’m still thinking, would it have been better/made a big impact in my life if any of my plans to study abroad pushed through? For sure I wouldn’t have my girls if I did. Maybe I would have been somewhere else, living in Germany or making a bigger mess of myself in NY—but life would be lonelier without my girls.

I am meant to be their mother because I always knew—at the back of my mind at sixteen years old—I knew I will have daughters.

But I knew also that I am not meant to be with someone. I am meant to meet all these people, not because we were meant to last, but to teach me hard lessons in life.

Would I be earning a lot more if I had a degree from Columbia or NYU? I don’t know. Will I be more fulfilled if I obtained my MA and PhD there? I don’t know either. Probably I will just end up in the academe. It’s not like I will be pursuing a Master in Finance or MBA or law and end up as a hedge fund manager or work for Big Law.

All I know is I am glad I have my girls with me. They give me direction, strength, and reason for being. I believe that we always end up where we are meant to be. Where we need to be. The universe conspires and throws all these obstacles so I would not go in another direction. Kinda like that one blog entry I wrote about James Hetfield and Slash ending up where they were supposed to be and not turn into a football player or a mediocre bass player. Metallica and Guns N’ Roses may not have happened.

So for those kids who had been complaining about not getting into Yale and Harvard (in the WSJ article), they may not need to be there in the first place to be happier and successful later in life.

Life is short. I have a high school classmate, a gynecologist who has gone through chemotherapy because she is battling breast cancer. She just had a mastectomy last week. I know she would give anything to be healthy and spend more time with her son.

No amount of Columbia U PhD can compare to moments with my kids and their laughter when we swim in the sea, when we bike, when we hug on my bed.

As I said, I am where I am supposed to be. I am healing with my children beside me.

And one day I will be able to forgive.

Leaves

Ben&Ben

I can think of all the times
You told me not to touch the light
I never thought that you would be the one
I couldn’t really justify
How you even thought it could be right
Cause everything we cherished is gone
And in the end, can you tell me if
It was worth the try, so I can decide

Leaves will soon grow from the bareness of trees
And all will be alright in time
From waves overgrown come the calmest of seas
And all will be alright in time
Oh you never really love someone until you learn to forgive

Try as hard as I might
To flee the shadows of the night
It haunts me and it makes me feel blue
But how can I try to hide
When every breath and every hour
I still end up thinking of you?
And in the end, everything we have makes it worth the fight
So I will hold on for as long

As leaves will soon grow from the bareness of trees
And all will be alright in time
From waves overgrown come the calmest of seas
And all will be alright in time
Oh you never really love someone until you learn to forgive

I never thought that I would see the day
That I’d decide if I should leave or stay
But in the end what makes it worth the fights
That no matter what happens we try to make it right

Leaves will soon grow from the bareness of trees
And all will be alright in time
From waves overgrown come the calmest of seas
And all will be alright in time
Wounds of the past will eventually heal
And all will be alright in time
‘Cause all of this comes with a love that is real
I said all will be alright in time
I said all will be alright in time
I said all will be alright in time
All will be alright in time
Oh, you never really love someone until
You learn to forgive
You learn to forgive
Learn to forgive

Chronicling life

This guy is 100% right. Ever since I started drawing and keeping a sketchbook, I began to see the beauty in ordinary things. I always think about how light and shadows fall on an object and how I would render it on paper. Instead of doom scrolling on my phone, I make my brain busy by thinking about how I could draw it and what colors I would use. My daughter once caught me staring at something and she asked me why. I said I was thinking of how I would draw that. She may have thought I was nuts.

I was like that when I was into photography—I was looking for the beauty in the mundane. I was always looking for a better angle, better way to frame a scene.

Bantayan Island. 2010. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

This is also the reason why I always carry a notebook in my bag. My passport size Travelers Notebook is where I keep my musings while waiting for my turn at the doctors’ clinic or at the bank. When a thing happens while I was standing in line, I always thought to myself how I would write it in my notebook.

It’s just like this blog. There’s no reason for me to continue blogging but I still do it because this is for myself. It’s lovely to chronicle my life this way because I can upload photos, videos and whatnot—like a scrapbook of my daily life. I don’t have to print photos to make a point. When I was writing about things that happened in a day when I was in high school, I had to write the news for that day (“Today Miriam Santiago lost to FVR”) and had to describe/lift passages from newspapers. I had to cut out photos to document the day properly. Now I can look back and see how I was in January 2021 and read how I was a different person back then. I’m still the same person and yet a different person, too.

So this reminds me I have to finish that sketch of that view from UCC. As this guy on the video said, it doesn’t have to be perfect and beautiful; what you’re doing on your sketchbook is for you. I always have to remember that.


So today is a little bit less brutal compared to yesterday. I only had to deal with three edits and rewrite my own story, which my boss had to return to me because she’s demanding so many things.

I rested a bit at lunch—that’s when the world suddenly went dark. It rained heavily.

Starting to rain. I opened the window to feel the wind. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

It was so dark that it looked like it was already 6 in the evening.

This is how my room looked at 12 noon today. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

It was conducive for a nap. I slept on my tummy because I was scrolling through my emails. I think I’m a half-panda; I could fall asleep anywhere.

In between edits, I took the car to the aircon shop to have its AC cleaned. It’s an annual thing so that the evaporator and condenser would not grow molds and smell bad. Tomorrow, I’m gonna have the auxiliary fans and belts checked and buy a new pair of Yokohama tires. I have to make sure that my car is in tip-top shape before our Pico de Loro holiday and for the rest of my vacation leave that I would be spending in my home province. I talked to my bestfriend while I was on the way home from grocery shopping tonight and checked if she would be free for an overnight stay in lake Caliraya. Ah, we have to schedule it the following weekend since she’s still busy computing grades—I almost forgot, it’s Hell Week = the week before the semester officially ends.

In my grocery cart. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Mommy duty called. I had to fill our pantry with supplies again and this is the only big shop I will do for June because I have no time. The rest will just be top-ups of meat and vegetables in smaller marts because supermarkets are full on weekends.

Harassed mommy waiting in line at the grocery cashier for an hour. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I then found one little big girl playing with my phone while I was having dinner…

Playing with three pairs of my sunglasses. Photo by Twin I.

I have like 8,000 photos on my phone so I had to order a new SD card (500GB) because I would run out of space at the rate I’m snapping photos/my kids are snapping photos of themselves.

Appreciating my city

Quezon City Circle. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

It’s so cumbersome to be living in QC if most of your business is in Makati central business district. The travel time is hellish due to the mind-numbing traffic jam that is back to pre-covid horribleness. However, this is compensated by the fact that QC has more wide open public spaces with trees compared to surrounding cities and people do not have to go to malls to be able to access public spaces where they can bring their children.

My kids and I had bento brunch today c/o of moi because I wanted to eat maguro sashimi. I pan-seared the tuna’s surface but the inside is still raw. I like it that way, I don’t know why.

I roasted my own sesame seeds for the rice. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Chunks and chunks of tuna sashimi. I ran out of wasabi. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Soybean paste soup. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I took a nap after lunch because I slept late again last night. I had been tinkering with my older sister’s laptop that I wanted to convert into a Linux machine. Because I can.

An old Asus Vivobook. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I cleaned its innards and checked if the RAM has an expansion slot. Nope, the RAM is onboard, thus, I would be limited to just 4GB. The keyboard is ghosting so I bought a replacement to make this serviceable. The keyboard would come from Shenzhen, China so I would have to wait for weeks before I could perform another surgery on this thing.

Why am I resurrecting an old laptop? I don’t know. Maybe because I can? It has always been a hobby of mine to tinker with old laptops and Frankenstein it. I used to dual-boot computers with Windows and Linux but it’s a bit cumbersome to partition SSDs or HDDs and run out of space over time so might as well have separate machines for the two OS. Why? Because I need to brush up on Linux every now and then and teach myself how to compile drivers or work my way around GitHub. Why? Because I’m bored? I want complications? I don’t know. It’s just my way of educating myself with stuff that 95% of the people here don’t bother with.

Anyway, enough about the laptop.

So this afternoon we’re back in QC Circle because I wanted to buy more plants and have a very lush container garden again.

Tadah! I have more plants on the floor of the passenger side. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I let the girls roam free in the amusement park again and ride whatever they want with the budget I gave them.

Pedal and Paddle amusement park, QC Circle. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

It was a lovely afternoon and we took advantage of the sunshine that has been rare every afternoon this week. After I spent like PhP 500 on additional plants, I watched the afternoon go by on this concrete bench and waited for the the girls to run out of money.

Waiting. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I appreciate this city for having this Circle, UP Diliman, and LaMesa EcoPark (further up north near Fairview)—and other places I have yet to discover—so families can have affordable places where they can have picnics and have their kids run around safely. I could not imagine living in other cities and being stuck in a condo for months on end because of Covid lockdowns. I would have gone stir-crazy. Good thing I had the foresight and chose to live in QC still. I was thankful every time I could bike to UP campus in the evenings on unbearable days when I was still living inside my head and grieving.

Since we live near Maginhawa St, I am making sure we dine once a week in some of the restaurants here so we can try all of the things on offer before we leave this apartment next year. I’m going to miss this place even though last year it was painful to be still living here. Through sheer determination, I was able to exorcise J’s ghost and learned to love this home that I call mine. My apartment in my city where I’ve been living for almost 20 years.

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.