How?

This is like 18 Dec 2020 all over again.

How to go on? I can’t see clearly, it’s like walking through a very dark tunnel and no light at the end yet. It’s like there’s no end.

We are going to be Sri Lanka.

It’s really, really painful right now. I kept waking every hour. My head is splitting. I can’t work. I need to escape somewhere and collect myself.

My sister is leaving the country soon. The reality is I can’t. I need to be home to take care of my mom.

I can’t see my future. It’s very dark. My poor children. 😔

And I cry

We’ve done everything we could. It’s just that… There are too many people swayed by “fake news” and believe the lies.

My kids want to apply for passports now. Said we need to visit one target country.

My banker source said we need to stay. We fight.

Let me cry first tonight. This country is breaking my heart. Over and over and over. It’s hard to love you, Philippines. My heart is tired.

Why? Why do I keep fighting for you? Why do I keep holding on to something that is visibly not worth fighting for? Happened to me in 2019-2020, still happening now. Should I just let go? It seems like you don’t want to help yourself. You continue romancing the corrupt, inept, and evil beings and yet I continued to have faith that somehow you will see the light.

But no, it’s a lost cause. My children seem to have no future in you.

Love, thy will be done

A poem by Martika made into a song by Prince.

My anxiety and heartbreak over the mess that is today’s national elections is something I should manage by ignoring news altogether.

But the mess today (“dysfunctional” voting machines, manual counting, etc) opens doors for Marcos and Duterte to cheat. A lot of people have reported—nationwide—of the same things. Reports of vote-buying by their camp are also rampant.

Video of vote-buying in Iloilo posted on FB by a concerned netizen

I’m letting go of this anxiety and let God’s will be done.

Love thy will be done.

I cannot control such things happening right now. It is causing me so much sleepless nights the past few days. My country has given me so much heartbreak and is pushing me to seek my fortune elsewhere. But then my love for it is pulling me to stay. Who will be left to love and defend it?

Love thy will be done.

It’s no longer in my hands. It’s His now.

City biking

Biking in BGC. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Twin I and I changed location today and we tried biking in a busier area than we are used to because I want to teach her again how to bike with more cars and stop lights around.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I was teaching her how to cross intersections. She has more confidence now in biking alongside cars compared to the first time I brought here to bike.

Water break near Philippine Stock Exchange. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Since Twin I is braver now, we crossed 5th Avenue to reach McKinley Road and went to McKinley West for steeper inclines and car-free roads. Then we went back to Lawton Avenue to go back to BGC.

Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf at Bonifacio High Street. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

We took a break and I had cold coffee with a cookie while Twin I had a vanilla drink and cupcake. The sun was already setting so we decided to go back to our parking area.

But we couldn’t locate our parking area.

It took us a while so we had more exercise than we had bargained for. 😂 Burned all the calories we gained at Coffee Bean.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

This is the painful part. I had to fold up the bikes again and load them back into the Crosswind. Good thing I am no helpless woman as I can carry a bike by myself.

I need more practice again as I got tired easily. Prior to yesterday, the last time I attempted to bike was in November last year when I tried to check if I can expend energy that much after Covid. And wow, it took me six months to get back on track. I gained a lot of weight in between those months.

I need to buy my girls new helmets because they have already outgrown the ones they have now. Just like their swimsuits.

Tomorrow I need to have Twin A’s gear shifter fixed/change cables before we can bike again inside UP for our daily exercise. I need to lose all the weight I gained post-Covid so my breathing will be better and I can resume my freediving practice. I plan to bring my sister-in-law and nephews to Anilao before my girls start their entrance exam reviews. The rainy season is slowly creeping in.

Here’s to a fitter 2022!

Ugh! Tomorrow I’m supposed to be on holiday because of the elections but I cannot just sit back or else I will spend the day as a nervous wreck (and all of the people I’ve talked to who are voting for Leni are also tensed and anxious). I think I need to work to keep my mind off the elections.

God help us.

In solidarity

Leni x Kiko Grand Rally at Ayala cor Paseo de Roxas at 6 pm. Photo by Roby Alampay via Twitter

Since I knew it’s going to be difficult with kids in tow, we opted to have a biking campaign around the village and UP campus.

Washing our bikes. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

First we washed our bikes and oiled them. We went to the vulcanizing shop and bike shop to change the interior tube of Twin A’s front wheel.

In solidarity with the people in Makati. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Rested here for a bit. Then the girls did some speed biking until it was too dark to do it. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Water break. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Something’s wrong with the gear shifter in Twin A’s bike so I’m going to have it replaced tomorrow before we bike to another venue.

We had dinner at Rodic’s near Bahay ng Alumni. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

We were looking for the street food vendor near Oblation but it was already very dark and we couldn’t see them. We proceeded to Rodic’s near Bahay ng Alumni and had a quick dinner. The ambulant vendor-kid there was appealing to us to buy his heavy rice-based snacks. I felt bad so I bought one and I gave it to the other kid who was begging for food. Then the vendor-kid gave me Leni stickers. I gave him more money in exchange for the stickers.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

We went around the community this afternoon and evening with this.

Screencap of a video by a friend.

I wanted to be there but as a mother of asthmatic kids, I cannot compromise their health by contracting Covid. I hope they’re all safe.

Yesterday, National Artist for Music Ryan Cayabyab initiated a flash mob at PowerPlant Mall in Rockewell. I am loving that artists are lending their talent for Leni.

You know there are days you just want to lay in a fetal position and hug yourself.

Today is one of those days.

I’m not strong. I get lonely.