Merry socializing

‘Tis the season for drinks and socializing. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I was one of the early birds because I had to come before rush hours (5 pm-8pm) when my car is banned from the streets (Monday, my car plate ends in 1). I parked at the hotel and walked to High Street to work in some nearby restaurant. I was on editing duty today so it was a non-stop flow of stories that needed major fixes. 🥴

I think I can be a digital nomad if I want to. Soon. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My main reason for going out tonight is to see more friends from the industry whom I haven’t seen that much this year–and of course the past two years. I had non-stop conversations with some of the editors with whom I needed to touch base. Right after I arrived, I opened my laptop to do some minor tweaks to a story I had been laboring over for a few hours earlier. One editor said, “Aha! I just finished my final edit right before you came.” That’s usually our greeting to each other; we usually ask, “When are you going to close your storefront?” This translates to: When will you do your last edit/end your editing shift? Are you free now to socialize/do non-work related stuff? Because we editors are normally tied to our “desks”. I put it in quotation marks because “desks” not long ago were literally the physical desks in our publications’ office. Now our “desk” means anywhere we can put our laptops with Internet connection. It’s only during and after the lockdowns news editors were finally allowed to work from home. Before Covid, news editors were required to be physically present in the newsroom so we can supervise the layout and be within cursing distance of other editors. Rain or shine. In my case when I was still with a newspaper, floods or heatwaves.

Covid changed all that.

Vodka + tonic. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I asked T, one of the editors I often see and talk with in some events, if she is still required to come to the editorial offices and she adamantly replied, NOOOOO! And every time they have editorial meetings, the topic of working from home constantly crops up and she keeps on campaigning to make this arrangement permanent.

There’s little reason for us to come to the office and face the traffic jam and the high Grab fares. Newsrooms can function like this, as proven by Covid. Your reporters are in the field anyway.

Oh wait, reporters are now house reporters. It used to be a derogatory term for lazy reporters who don’t do the rounds in their beat and seldom cover events. Now, we are legally house reporters and nobody bats an eyelash.

The PR firm that helped arrange this event has given up its physical office since the team realized that it’s more efficient for them to work remotely. Each employee can save money and time and can be more productive this way. The owner of the PR firm said he is weighing if he should just buy one small condo unit just to have an address. I said you can just rent from Regus or other co-working spaces and get the service that offers an office address and a phone number for business registration purposes. I told him that I was thinking of doing the same years before but good thing I didn’t push for it since it was useless… We could just use the Singapore office address for whatever reason.

Now our new business cards just sport our names, job title, our publication, email addresses and mobile number (or Wechat, WhatsApp or LinkedIn). We no longer have physical addresses printed. We’re all floating anyway, and this is especially true for our Singapore office. We all just hot-desk and many of us elect to just work from home.

The corp comm head of the host for this evening’s party also said that their hybrid setup has become permanent. They just hot-desk in their new office and just maintain lockers. It saves them floor space and time. They’re a tech company now anyway, so better make everything digital and cloud-based.

And remote working makes gatherings like this more meaningful. We make an effort to come and have conversations with our hosts and with friends from the industry.

Nice to see them all.

Off to tralalala land

No place like home. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Say what you want about my old apartment that needs upgrades, but I love being home. I arrived yesterday at around 2 am and slept at around past 3 because I had to unload a lot of stuff from my bags—mostly dirty clothes. I tried working at 9 am, write some emails, coordinate some stories and had to attend a two-hour training session for bureau chiefs. Generally, I was floating and could not be as productive as I wanted to be. My sleep has been light and I was aching all over.

They missed me! My kitties immediately made themselves comfortable on my bed. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

While I attended this online training session, I was booking my Zennya home massage. I went straight for the 2-hr session, so right after the training concluded, I immediately transformed my room into a spa. For the same price as a 30-minute foot massage in Singapore, I was able to have a blissful 2-hour massage in the comfort of my own room (including tip). A few minutes after my therapist left, I zonked out. I guess it must have been just around past 10 pm.

The key here is to grin and bear it and not be tempted by instant gratification. The 1 hr and 45 mins in the hot baths in Yunomori Onsen last Saturday did wonders for me for SGD 40, but paying SGD 115 SGD for a 60-min back massage was too much. I held back.

Anyway, the 2-hr massage last night allowed me to have a peaceful sleep—well generally peaceful sleep, except for a dream that I had that I was preparing for a freediving session…

I’m a bit more productive today. Contributed to two stories and some admin work here and there. I had regained my old rhythm and cooked chicken rice on my Instant Pot. I missed chicken rice as I didn’t have time and strength to go to Maxwell last week.

Deboned whole chicken on top of rice with the chicken rice mix. I don’t have enough onions and ginger to last the week so skipped putting it there and resorted to using ginger sauce in a jar. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My friend, B, sent an SOS to me when I was about to leave SG on Monday. I said I will meet her in Makati later within this week if I can, depending on how I was feeling physically.

Turns out her dad died Monday.

(to be continued)

I feel sorry

For myself… For the rest of us.

Changi Airport is so big and yet Philippine Airlines was shoehorned in the saddest boarding gates in Terminal 1. We share the gate with three other airlines. Nowhere to sit—I’m forced to park my butt on my luggage trolley while I wait for my boarding time.

I can’t wait for this trip to end.

The only thing that cheered me today is my meeting this afternoon because it was fruitful. I need to intensify my contact/network-building more than ever since Singapore domestic news will be left to me next month.

And my bosses still don’t know about it. 😞 But I’m a friend who keeps promises. I won’t say anything until she secures her E-pass.

I needed some calories to fuel me the entire journey home… American hamburger is the key.

After 9 days of local Singaporean food. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Ok I take it back. The gate PAL is given is just at the end of the earth. Once we got past the initial gate, the situation got better.

Now why didn’t they let us in first? Why have that chokepoint of an entryway?
While waiting for the train to Changi, I realized that my favorite color is red. These bags were bought six years apart. I unconsciously gravitated towards this color. 🤔

I didn’t know what I did today

So I just went through the motions of working today. I had two meetings and in between I was at the office, emailing people, editing one story, mining data, and just forcing my brain to work. But all I wanted was to just to go between my sheets and sleep.

Singapore River viewed from our lounge area. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I started coughing again and having runny nose. I think it’s going to be a miracle if I’m still negative for Covid since the people during the past 4 days weren’t wearing masks! 🥴

I think I spent an hour on the office massage chair. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I was the one left at the office to shut down all the power for the weekend. I was the only one with no plans for Friday night since I’m too tired.

And oh it is already Christmas. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I bought myself takeaway dinner. And savored my McDonald’s sundae on the swing at the park near my hotel.

And I’m fine with this. I’m really an introvert at heart. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Plaza Singapura in front of me. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Dinner in my room. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I don’t really know what’s wrong with me. I’m just here on my bed aching all over, sleepy but couldn’t sleep… I wanted to cancel my dinner tomorrow with a friend who just got a job at Deloitte. I’ll see tomorrow how I would feel.

Meanwhile, my contractor has sent me photos of my home:

The L shaped kitchen counter.
Electricals in. Below the fusebox will be addtional pantry cabinets.
Bathroom for tiling.
Ready for ceilings.
Laminate wood for cabinetry.

I’m looking forward to seeing these. However, I must quarantine myself after I land in Manila next week. Test and quarantine. I can’t be bringing germs to my mom.

I think I turned into liquid

This is the face of defeat.

I took off my pearls so I would look more casual after another day of chasing people. I simply turned liquid and could no longer support myself standing up.

I had been chasing Korean and Japan stories for three days now. 🫠 I got good info; it’s up to my boss now to add her thing so we can publish two stories. Tomorrow I have meetings 🥴

Orchard Boulevard. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

It was still early but I felt myself buckling. I walked towards ION Orchard station so I can go to Plaza Singapura Cold Storage–the nearest supermarket from my hotel—and buy myself my zombie apocalypse provisions because I knew I wouldn’t have any energy left to dine out.

So empty! Photo by CallMeCreation.com

It was a struggle to walk back to my hotel. I was so tired, so sore, and my brain already turned to mush.

Finally! Soooooo tired!

But I couldn’t take a nap. My body was just so tired but restless…

My HK-based colleague was messaging me on WeChat and asked if I wanted to join her for dinner. I sent her the pic above and said I’m already a contented hermit. I just could no longer move.

But my body was longing for a massage. 🥹 Home massage is not an option here in Singapore because you will be paying an arm and a leg for such service. So this hermit became conflicted: shall I move or stay cocooned? Then my colleague said she will have crab and a massage…I replied that my lazy ass won over and I elected to just stay in and suffer. I will just have it tomorrow night after some drinks at the office.

I’ll just have a scalding shower to relax my muscles 😞. Women’s shoes are the worst, especially during business conferences. 👠

I can’t take it anymore

So cold and sleepy. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Third day. I’m drained. Now I know I’ve become an introvert. The presence of so many people saps the life out of me. I had been nodding off to sleep while listening to panel discussions.

Although I was able to network, I just didn’t have enough energy to meet more people today. I was just cherry-picking. Then came the townhall meeting for all staff and I really didn’t understand what that was all about. It was at 4-5 pm, my brain refused to function anymore.

Then I had to face more people again because we had networking cocktails then gala dinner. Halfway through the cocktails event, I finally gave up and sat in a corner and called my girls to check up on them. Good thing the gala dinner was so full that they didn’t have seats for staff. Perfect! I had valid excuse to leave work.

So my colleague and I left to have dinner at some Vietnamese resto at Orchard. And it was a sad dinner for me because she was telling me about the new company she will be working for and what the job entailed. I’m losing my best reporter and I can’t do anything about it. 💔

I don’t have the energy to expound.

I’m so alone now with this burden.