Tsundoku

Tsundoku is acquiring reading materials but letting them pile up in one’s home without reading them

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For the second straight year, I haven’t been to Big Bad Wolf book sale, which is basically a huge warehouse of books marked down to 60%-70% of their normal prices. This time, though, they managed to have an online book sale until 7 July and during the first hour I was able to snag some books for my girls–boxed sets–but overall there are only a few good titles and most of the books for me got sold out in a few hours. I only managed to get one, which is a memoir by Salman Rushdie during the time he went into hiding after the fatwa on him was issued following the publication of his Satanic Verses.

I still have tons of books on my shelves that I have yet to finish. Always on the “to read” pile. Tsundoku.


My mom just messaged me on Viber that there is a growth of something where her malignant mole had been. She had surgery years ago to have that removed but now it seems like there’s an outgrowth. She went to two doctors today and she will have new sets of doctors to see on Monday.

Lord, please don’t let it be full-blown cancer. 😞 It’s a difficult disease and she’s past 70.

I need to go home soon. 🥺

So many drastic changes this past 30 days. One of my househelpers is pregnant (I’m not surprised) so she will be going home to her province on 15 Aug. Another person gone from my household. J had been urging me to send her home earlier because there’s an excess labor here at home and they’re not being maximized and I’m just wasting money. But I said I’ll just wait for her to resign on her own since it was just a matter of time that either she will get pregnant or get engaged, whichever comes first. I was right.

One of the people I had been helping for years has turned his/her back against me. For a petty reason. I guess I was not a friend at all, despite all the help I’ve been extending to this person.

Another reporter is resigning. Now I’m at my wits’ and how to bridge the gap.

Lord, give me and my mom the strength to deal with all of these.

Killing us one by one

During Aquino’s term, I’ve never heard of anybody being sacked for doing the right thing. Even if one is being critical of government. I also wrote some analysis pieces and spot reports that had been critical of Aquino’s administration but I’ve never felt I was in danger.

This Duterte administration is so insecure, so afraid of a dead man that social media trolls are working doubly hard these days. Mainstream media like GMA is killing its own.

I miss coffee shops

Ergonomically, they’re terrible workplaces. It’s hard to concentrate on work there. It’s annoying to have calls there, especially video calls.

But I miss working in those coffee shops. I need to get away from my room. I need to work away from these four walls. I am going nuts here. I will be confined to my 14″ laptop screen but that’s ok.

However, it’s still not safe until my children get vaccinated. What if I bring home the coronavirus? I may be asymptomatic since I already have the vax but I may carry it to infect my largely unvaccinated household.


Now here’s a different kind of missing. This essay by this NYTimes Madrid bureau chief has left me in a turmoil of emotions. I could feel his pain, you know, the kind of pain that hits your stomach when you haven’t eaten for a day or two. The hollowness makes the pain reverberate throughout your entire being. And for the writer, he has been trying to fill that void so it won’t hurt.

Then there’s his mom. Oh the pain of being stranded. I just realized that you can be left stranded all your life and keep waiting for that person who left you stranded to come back and rescue you with whatever boat that he has. But then you know within the deep recesses of your heart he will not come back. And you remain in that same spot for decades. That’s his mom. Tragic.

Why do people believe in fairy tales woven by the people we chose to love? Why do we hold on to flimsy memories when reality has already slapped you in the face that you were taken for a ride? Then we find ourselves standing on the same ground that we should have left long ago.

Why?

Perpetual power crisis

Rotating power outages likely in parts of Luzon for 2nd day, red alert hours longer

Metro Manila (CNN Philippines, June 1) — Parts of Luzon may experience power interruptions for the second day in a row Tuesday, with the National Grid Corporation of the Philippines (NGCP) announcing longer red alert hours.

In its Facebook page, the NGCP announced red alert hours of 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. and 6 p.m. to 10 p.m., longer than the 1 p.m. to 3 p.m. period yesterday. A red alert means power supply is insufficient to meet the projected demand for energy.

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This is not a one-off thing. This has been going on and on for years. We journalists have been sounding the alarm for a looooooong time. As I said in one social media post:

Developing a base load power plant takes years, at least 5 years. Securing approval for new power plant projects from the Energy Regulatory Commission takes a long time. The ultra super critical 600×2 MW coal plant Atimonan One by Merlaco PowerGen is still under development (for those in Luzon). Meanwhile, there are already a lot of renewable energy power plants here but that cannot substitute for base load power plants. It’s complicated to explain how to dispatch RE power and base load (coal, diesel) since it’s technically with the national grid. As Metro Pacific President Joey Lim said, our grid is not a complete loop. If one power plant trips, the grid cannot just simply dispatch electricity from another area/plant; basically he likened it to a one-way highway. Moreover the dispatch of solar and wind power have specific times since power from them are not available at all hours.

We were not remiss in giving the public the FYI, right? Hahahaha! This is why I have 2 rechargeable standfans, my salary from my part-time teaching in CMC for 1 semester was used to buy a gasoline genset, my “desktop” at home is a gaming laptop so when power goes out, the fun still continues. Everything that can be purchased as rechargeable, I purchased. I still don’t have a house of my own but when the time comes I already have my tiny house, I will install off-grid solar power or hybrid off-grid and on-grid system. I need to take matters into own hands because this problem will persist for a long, long time. Malampaya gas field is running out of reserves and then we have 5 gas-fed power plants that are reliant on Malampaya, which provides electricity to Luzon. We still don’t have an LNG terminal, we still don’t have an alternative to Malampaya.

Basically, this problem has been the government’s neglect. It doesn’t matter whose administration’s fault is this since this has spanned four presidents already. Trying to explain the issue and write the solutions (long-term and band-aid) is like writing a thesis.


Simultaneous online press conference. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

This is one of the reasons why I invested in dual monitors: I can multitask. But this is extreme multi-tasking as I am streaming two conferences. I paid attention to the one on the right since this is shorter and it yielded me a story, while the one on the left I muted for a while until I finished the other one. Anyway, this conference will run until Thursday and I was able to take down notes for a bit from this session.

I had four conferences this morning, back-to-back-to-back-to-back. And I wrote a time-sensitive story right after. I was still tweaking the story at past 5 pm, which got published at 8 pm. I still have three more stories to write for this week before I go off next week.

Meanwhile, my cats have been Zoom-bombing my press conferences. Good thing I didn’t need to turn on my camera for some of the sessions.

To quote Nikki Bigornia, “My cats have no chill!” Photo from webcam, CallMeCreation.com
Photo by CallMeCreation.com

And they occupied my chair. They stayed in my room the entire day I was slaving away. They always want to be in the same place where I am, even when I’m in the bathroom.

What pandemic?

EDSA traffic hell is back. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I just conducted my first face-to-face interview today in more than a year. And I was caught off-guard by the onslaught of the dreaded Payday Friday traffic. It took me at least 1.5 hrs driving back home, almost like my daily commute during BC (Before Covid) years. It’s like, what lockdown are we talking about?!

I will be filing for my vacation leave two weeks from now. I’m so tired and need a recharge…My day today, save for the interview, was garbage. My edit was subpar, which my boss in Tokyo caught. Fortunately (or unfortunately?), I was already beyond caring that it didn’t cause hyperventilation and tight stomach muscles in me, which under normal circumstances would have happened.

I’m thinking of driving to Caliraya Lake, bike around, and camp. Hopefully, there won’t be thunderstorms.

Slogging through the heat

It’s so freaking hot today and there’s no incentive for me to go out of my airconditioned room.

Rose tea. For my mental health. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

The flower teas I ordered online finally arrived this morning. They’re fragrant and calming to drink even though they needed to be consumed hot. So I started the day with a pot of rose tea and then I had back to back calls. And back to back stories.

Brunch? I no longer remember. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I can’t remember when I had my first meal because I was jumping from one task to another. Half cup of rice, some slivers of bacon, egg and sauteed kangkong. It’s kangkong all the way down because my digestive system needs fiber.

I had lunch at around 3 pm. I can’t remember if I had dinner. Did I? Was too busy messaging people all at the same time that I lost track of who am I talking to about what. Sometimes, I’m in danger of typing in the wrong chatbox about something another person shouldn’t know about. Like the chatboxes of my sources on WhatsApp are dangerously close to each other. This kind of mistake is fatal, which happened to me when I mixed up my brother with J a month ago or so on FB Messenger. 🤦🏻‍♀️

I was surprised that that the day was already gone when I finished uploading my story at past 5 pm. My brain was also shutting down so I gave up any pretense of sending emails and trying to network with people.

This curtain in progress is mine, hooman. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My obnoxious cat, Sushi, couldn’t care less about her human’s frenetic day. She would sit on anything that I am working on, including this curtain that I’m finishing. She slept on it, crumpling it further.

Tomorrow I have a dentist appointment and parking at my dentist is next to zero. So Grab it is. But just the thought of waiting for my ride is enough to make me wilt. Climate change is real, people. I don’t remember being this hot when I was growing up. I never heard of anyone dying of heatstroke when I was a kid and we were always outside in the grassland with my friends everyday, all summer vacation. I was so brown for playing outside all day. These days, I couldn’t even stand being in my old room in my mom’s house because it was like burning in hell. It didn’t have AC because it has always been cool there. Not anymore. Everyone now convenes in my mom’s side of the house (in her self-contained unit/studio) where she has a 2.5 hp split-type AC. I never bothered to have my old room fitted with AC because I don’t live there anymore. I haven’t even slept in there the last two years.

My cats are now convening in my room because it’s cool here.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com