I’m so sleepy

Body clock still out of whack. I slept before 12 last night then I got woken up at 4 am. Had to fall back asleep. Then woke up at 9 am! Despite that, I still fell asleep at 1 pm and woke up after 1.5 hrs.

What’s wrong with me???😢

Anyway, got my groove back and tackled this Sombrero Island watercolor. I’m waiting for it to dry then do another layer.

Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

I’m missing the sea again. I wish I could go now but the weather is uncooperative. I want to try checking in at Arthur’s Place or Planet Dive.

It’s quite annoying that my trip to Singapore this June is yet to be approved. Needed to justify why I need to attend such and such conference, do we often attend such, etc. Like hello! That’s my freaking job!!!

I hate our HQ head.

They’re giving me lots of headaches.

Good thing my cats provide me some stress relief.

Sushi. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I hope tomorrow will be better.

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

Neko x gato x cat x pusa

Kimchi. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Sometimes I often find myself wishing to be just a cat that can stretch out and not give a flying fuck about what is happening to the world. Like today. My mistake was I opened my Twitter and doom-scrolled. And found that there were two things that made me question if there is really intelligent life on earth.

So one lawyer got tired of all Marcos supporters harassing all opposition people so he wrote the central bank about the “legendary” Tallano Gold that they claimed made the Marcoses rich (and not from stealing from national coffers, which the whole world knows about). So he got a proper document disproving it. To shut up Marcos supporters and tell them no, Jr will not distribute the gold, and no, he will not “save” the Philippines using the legendary Tallano gold.

The signature of the general counsel was redacted for his protection, the letter/email sender said.

I told my friend who heads one of the units in the communications arm at BSP about this. She then forwarded this to their lawyers so that they can come up with a public/press release addressing this. Some banking reporters are already inquiring about this as well.

The idiocy is never-ending.

I don’t want to dignify the other heart-attack-inducing malicious thing involving a Cebu Pacific pilot, who is spreading lies, so I’m not recording it here. Even if Cebu Pacific already issued a statement regarding this, that pilot is not stopping. I sent screencaps and time stamps of his stupid comments (and is not remorseful of his lies) to the crisis PR head of the airline. A privacy lawyer already said that he is liable for his statements, aside from being libelous, it violates aviation protocols/privacy laws.

I should totally withdraw from from social media—but I catch my fast international markets news on Twitter. So how now? 🙄

A high school classmate who runs a travel company offered to shelter me if I find things unbearable. She sent me this photo of one of her tours. She said I can stay in one island in El Nido for a day and hop to the next islands in the next few days. Sounds like heaven.

El Nido, Palawan. My classmate’s photo.

I told her I will take that offer when the time comes. It’s just the timing is all wrong. So many things happening at work this time. I had to reject an application for a reporter position in Singapore because he/she is abroad and getting employment passes in Singapore is difficult at this time (or forever). So I need to have coffee dates with prospects so I can poach them. Annoying. My request for travel next month is not yet approved by HQ. I need to book my accommodation and flights now. I hate this system that my company imposed now, which makes things a lot slower. Before, the buck stops in HK so approvals are easier.

I just want to curl up and be a cat.

Later I will tackle this if I’m in the mood.

Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

Can’t sleep.

I don’t know why. I thought I have already gone back to Philippine Standard Time after our Anilao trip. I even slept before 11 pm last night after I had a 1.5-hr deep tissue massage. Now I’m back to my former sleepless state.

It’s almost 4 am. I’m still alive. I’m so dead.

Anilao sunset and my life-long penchant for winging it

Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

This sums up my feelings last week.

Meanwhile, my cats are having none of those stresses and are just chilling on my bed while I have my zoom meeting.

I envy my cats. They don’t give a fuck. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I need to get back to work and ignore this government. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

No more basura days because the month is halfway gone and I need to push the team to chase stories. Myself included. I have an interview tomorrow and I must process my travel plans, book tickets and hotel.

And damn it, the rains are already here! We are having heavy rains in the afternoon everyday. I guess camping in the mountains this coming weekend is already out of the question. I checked the NOAA satellite view, there’s no typhoon or low pressure area; it’s pure southwest monsoon, or what looks like it.

It came really early. Drats.


Went around the village this afternoon for errands and had Twin A’s gear shifter and brakes changed. Hopefully, it won’t rain as meeehhhh, according to weather.com it would be thunderstorms for the rest of the month. So I guess the best bet is to go to my hometown this weekend to bike, even if it’s raining, it’s perfectly fine. I actually like cycling (and playing football) under the rain when I lived there.

We also went to the girls’ school to get their report cards. I’m happy to say that their GWAs are above 90. They have a fighting chance to pass the UP high exam. They need to have this kind of GWA from 5th Grade to first two quarters of 6th Grade and high entrance test scores to pass. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

I remember when I was their age, I needed to keep my GWA above 90 as well but my internal target was 92-95. Sometimes I messed up, sometimes I hit the target…But I don’t remember studying as much as my classmates who were also in the honor roll. Like they even had pie charts of their daily study schedule whereas I was just winging it 🤣. I guess if I really studied hard back then I would have been one of the “bright kids” that the teachers loved. But that wasn’t me. I had too many things going on (extra-curricular activities and socializing) that’s why I was always distracted.

Of course, I won’t tell my kids this. 😂

And when I got to UP high, I told my parents I promise I will pass the UP College Admission Test, but let me have fun in high school. So I did. I was just an average kid among the the “bright” ones because I wanted to be just that. I didn’t want to bother with being on top of the class because… I don’t know. I wanted to pursue other things like theater, glee club, sports, and social life. I was a popular kid back then but I wasn’t cool enough to be the “It” girl.

I was qualified to take the Advanced English class but I skipped the screening exam one summer because I was vacationing with my cousins in our parents’ hometown. Well, it turned out ok in the end because none in our batch’s Advanced English became writers or journalists. I think it boils down to grit and guts + skills in pursuing such goals. So in the end I didn’t lose much for not being in any advanced classes before but I had rich life experiences. Like I missed screening exams but that summer (and the following summers) we hiked regularly on the mountain to have a beautiful view of Taal Lake and West Philippine Sea whenever we were bored, bathed in a pool of spring water, we made lifelong friends with the children of our parents’ neighbors and classmates, reconnected with distant relatives, and grew closer to our grandparents, aunts and uncles. We had so many escapades that I wouldn’t exchange for any academic recognition when I was in high school.

I only got back to being serious with my academics when I was in college. I think that was the only time I did study, but I still didn’t have good study habits because I loved winging it since I still had a lot going on. I remember going around campus with just a ballpen and a steno notebook. I only had a few pesos in my pocket. I was a good note-taker but my notes were chronologically ordered. A normal human being would arrange it according to subject/course, but not me. So my classmates got confused when they photocopied my notes 😂 Little did they know I typed my notes into word documents at home and saved them into little diskettes in rainbow colors. I think that’s how I studied back then, that’s how I can afford to wing it.

I also remember going around campus in loose jeans, tank top, baseball cap and hard ground football boots like the one below so I don’t have to bring too much when I played in the field every afternoon.

I deliberately dressed like a boy because I was trying to be low key, to stave off male attention. I had been the subject of jealousy among some female classmates (spreading rumors and lies) because one heartthrob kept sticking with me because he found my company more enjoyable because there was no pretension on my part. I knew he wasn’t interested in me because he was courting a really girly girl on campus. It was just he was a theater major in the Philippine High School for the Arts (which could have been my track if I pursued it), we both watched Beavis and Butthead and Daria on MTV, and liked the same music, books, and movies. It was just… What can I say? The attention from other people was overwhelming. I also learned that there were guys who watched our scrimmage in the football field every afternoon because… I was really uncomfortable with that. So for a year I pretended I was a boy so I can continue with my carefree life.

Sloth day

After this horrible week, I deserve to be a sloth. My model creatures are my cats. I envy my cats in this regard.

Sushi’s favorite place is always above my head. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I cooked for a bit, simple but hearty almondigas. This is similar to the Spanish or Mexican albondigas but the difference is the Spanish/Mexican one has tomatoes/tomato sauce. One pot dish that is perfect for sloth day.

I wanted to express my sorrow again in some form so I tried a sad sunset. But then again I need more practice blending complementary colors with analogous ones. Watercolors are really unforgiving.

Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com
Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

I’m waiting for this to dry up again. Drying times take hours so in between I sleep. Then layer again.

Still far from being done. Need to blend the muddy colors. Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

Let’s see what this looks like later. I may end up just making pink peonies and be heartbroken all over again.