Worth fighting for…is it?

Samwise Gamgee (Sean Austin)

β€œIt’s like the great stories, Mr. Frodo, the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn’t want to know the end because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad has happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing this shadow, even darkness must pass. A new day will come, and when the sun shines, it’ll shine out the clearer. I know now folks in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going because they were holding on to something. That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for.”—Samwise Gamgee

JRR Tolkien, The Two Towers

Naivete can be frustrating but you know, Sam may be naive but he sure is a brave, brave Hobbit. The bravest creature that walked Middle-Earth. When the world is so dark and hopeless, he still believed there is goodness in this world. Just like Jean-Jacques Rousseau believed that man is inherently good but was just corrupted by anything that is not natural.

This romanticism makes people think that some things are worth fighting for. For Sam, it’s home, be it The Shire or Middle-Earth. For Rousseau, it’s man and all that he represents.

There are moments when I doubt whether some things are worth fighting for anymore. Like this country. No matter what I and other like-minded people do, we are still in deep shit as the majority still opts to remain in mediocrity and shallowness.


I woke up angry and frustrated. I wanted to email the director of that advisory firm about how abominable I was treated by his juniors. The senior is European and the juniors are Southeast Asians. Southeast Asiansβ€”or any Asian for that matterβ€”are inherently nasty to one another. We have a silent hierarchy and unfortunately some of us are the “wrong Asians”.

Anyway, my colleagues told me it’s not worth it and just call it a day. Walk away from my desk. Take a hike. Just don’t work.

Another one sent me this article about leaders’ need to tune out off-office hours. She told me that’s one of the reasons why I’m always stressed to the point that it’s debilitating to my health. I don’t tune out, I don’t let go.

So now I just took a break. I did some errands like engine oil change and car wash.

On the way home from the car mechanics. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Ah, I was just ordered to take a story to edit. Will just continue ruminating later. I just want this anger to go away.


I just saw a raven in my forest. I’m not sure if it’s a crow or a raven but it’s big and super black so it might be a raven. I’m scared for our adopted cat, which is very pregnant now. I wasn’t able to have her spayed in time because I was too busy.

Ampon, our adopted stray cat living on our doorstep. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
She’s very malambing. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

After she gives birth, her kittens may be exposed to birds of prey and I don’t know how prevalent they are here in my own yard. I know ravens aren’t birds of prey but still…However, I can’t have her inside the house since Kimchi and Sushi have been having fights with her whenever they encounter each other through the glass window by the front door.

I think I would have to buy that outdoor cat house on Lazada to give them some kind of enclosure.


Shall I buy the controller on Lazada? I’m thinking of playing Lord of the Rings Online, a 17-year-old MMORPG that is still running.

Defeated

Today is a bad day.

I don’t know if I can fully write this down but I had been bullied by this company that is advising the company CEO/management that I interviewed. I don’t know if I can go into details but I feel like I was treated like dirt, like we are a PR firm that they can dictate so they can push their agenda. I asked the compliance team to help me deal with them because protocol says we journos (my role here in this particular case is a journo, not an editor) cannot engage in such situation and better leave that to the compliance editors. We cannot answer back or throw bombs to retaliate because they are our subscribers.

They kept me up until 5 this morning but the bullying on chat didn’t stop until 5 pm today.

I am so pissed and yet so defeated. I hate that they made me feel like I’m very stupid. The way one of their advisors speak to me on WhatsApp is way below the belt, like I am under his payroll. I showed the screencap to some of my colleagues and they said—wow! “They really treat you like shit, don’t they? The problem is we can’t answer back.”

It’s so different in newspapers. We can just say “fuck you!” and the story goes on print.

I am broken today.

What can I do? I would just have to bite a bark of a tree and scream then expect all my negative energy will be gone. But who am I kidding?

For somebody who’s outspoken in person and online, my self-control is tested to its limit to not to bite back. I keep on repeating to myself, “do not bite/fight back, do not bite/fight back, do not bite/fight back, do not bite/fight back…”

I am twisting in my seat now. I don’t know how long I can hold on.


Sicker than ever

I just want to sleep.

Of course it is inevitable that I would get really sick since I nursed Twin A back to health. She already went back to school yesterday while I suffered from runny nose and headaches. Whatever bug I caught from my daughter is very contagious.

My ill-health, however, is not an excuse for me to not try to have things fixed around the house yesterday. I had our airconditioners cleaned and my washing machine checked. Called up LG service center for parts (main board got wet somehow) and on top of that I had to cook and tidy up. Oh I had to edit a story and publish my own story.

I still managed to make this for dinner last night: thinly sliced pork wrapped around cheddar cheese and rolled in flour, eggs, and panko. Then fried. I got this from a Japanese cooking vlog on Youtube. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Today I just struggled. I cooked instant noodles for the girls for breakfast (deplorable, I know) but I don’t have it in me this morning. The rest of the day is a battle between finishing a Thailand story (while fishing for info with my sources for another one) and sleeping. I’m feverish. Good thing I can send the girls to my mom’s place for dinner or else I would just give them money to eat dinner at the nearest eatery.

I no longer have Ate C to rely on when I’m indisposed. 😒

I can’t leave my kids to go home on their own because there is no public transport from their school to our house because their campus is on the far-flung end of the university campus. The latest that their school bus can wait for them is 5 pm and my children have joined clubs that required them to stay until 6 pm. πŸ˜• The driver called and said he will wait for them until 6. Whopee!

Supermom to the rescue…😭

I just want to be left alone and sleep. My coughs and cold have spiralled into full-blown asthma.

Sick.

Ded.

Aghhh!


We’re baaaaaaaackkkk!

It’s just a matter of time I get hit by Covid again 🫠

Colds and random thoughts

Sick.

Ded.

Agghhh.


Grief is love persevering. Grief is love with nowhere to go.

***


Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.

~Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

I’m just lucky that I get to earn a living practicing my art. I may not be the best but at least I am alive. Painting with my words against different media helps me breathe.


Out

View of the Laguna Volcanic Field. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Twin I and I drove to a Wilcon Depot about 15 km east or 20 mins away from our house to buy some components for her homemade microscope. We got a bit of a view this afternoon and my daughter asked me if we could hike these mountains/volcanoes. I told her these do not have clear trails and it’s better to research first before embarking on something that could hurt us. Besides, she should try hiking the moutain in our own backyard with me first before anything else.

Twin A is nursing a very bad cold and coughs so she stayed at home and most likely I will keep her at home tomorrow as well. Many of her classmates have contracted pneumonia and I’m so paranoid that she could’ve gotten it from them. She’s not yet out of the woods, you know. Pneumonia could be dangerous for somebody with TB.

After church, Twin I and I took photos of the nativity scene at the entrance of our university because the admin will be dismantling it tomorrow. Today, Feast of the Three Kings/Epiphany, officially marks the end of the Christmas season in the Philippines.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Ah, another work week ahead. πŸ˜‘

Keeping fingers crossed 🀞

Her cheeks are getting chubbier. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My patient is gaining more weight. So far so good. I hope her next MRI would reveal that everything is fine so she can end her treatment by February. Well, her last MRI showed that she no longer has inflamation and the ascites have resolved on their own.

Thank you, Lord!

After her treatment, I should focus on my general check up and really make time to visit my gynecologist and dermatologist to have my osteoma removed.

Have to be vigilant because you know, genetics…

Meanwhile, the latest The Economist newsletter in my inbox directed me to their article about the most expensive cities in the world.

Here I was last week, beating myself up to a pulp because of guilt that I’m not in Singapore and I’m required to be there instead of stewing here. But this article assures me that I am where I’m supposed to beβ€”unless they give me a salary that allows me to live in Singapore comfortably and send my kids to school.

But since they didn’t agree with my asking compensation, I shouldn’t feel guilty. I shouldn’t feel less of a person because I can’t fill the gap left by my colleague when she resigned.

So I shouldn’t feel stressed…but of course I am stressed. What to do?! And I’m about to terminate the contract with a Singapore freelancer who hasn’t turned in any article since hiring him six months ago. My manager is always on my back regarding this. 🫠

And my manager didn’t approve of my team’s plan to have the annual training next month or in March. It has to coincide with our conferences, she said. πŸ˜‘