Down but not out so I went sunbathing

Sick again. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I should really go back to masking and avoiding handshakes. After I dropped the mask, the frequency of my having colds has gone up. It’s annoying to be hit with illnesses like this as this makes me anxious about traveling.

I also dread getting reinfected with Covid, just like what happened to the ex-colleague-turned-PR professional.

I’m prepping for an interview in 30 mins and I’m figuring out a way how I would not sound not too sick for this. *sigh*


For a brief moment, the sun was out.

Additional stools I ordered online. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I went out after a sad interview I had—sad in the sense that I don’t know if I will be allowed to publish it because the interviewees need clearance from the mothership in Japan. I’m legally prevented from sending a draft and they, on the other hand, can’t allow publication without checking the draft. So what’s the point of going through with this?!

I stretched and stared at the sky that finally turned blue again after so many days of rain. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Hello there! Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Catching some rays before they disappear again. We’ll never know…the clouds above are threatening.

I had to go back to edit more stories. I had procrastinated too much and procrastinating still. I now have five stories that I need to write and they keep piling up on me.


Vogue Philippines August 2023 cover.

After their Apo Whang-Od cover, Vogue Philippines is once again redefining what is a beautiful Filipina. For August 2023, they have 91-year-old Dr. Dolores Ramirez, National Scientist of the Philippines (plant breeding and plant cytogenetics) on their cover. People used to call her Dr. DR and countless students avoided her gen ed course (genetics) because she is a tough professor. People have given her the monicker Mother Cell because she was a pioneer in the teaching of genetics in the Philippines.

Thank you, Vogue Philippines, for celebrating the Filipinas’ intellect and grace. For reminding us that beauty is more than skin deep and that beauty is ageless.

I should buy this issue. My sis-in-law has the Apo Whang-Od issue that I have yet to borrow.


Dear Rachel Ray,

This is how Filipino garlic (with egg) fried rice looks like.

Don’t stress Uncle Roger.

Yours truly,
Niece CallMeCreation.com

Lovingly cooked by yours truly. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

National Bed Weather day

It didn’t stop raining today, which was bad for my productivity even though I have four stories to write. I’ve had calls and interviews but other than that my productivity was zero.

Meanwhile, Kimchi is enjoying their cat grass…

Cat grass to relieve tummy ache. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

These cats are so spoiled. I had installed shelves for them to climb and where they can hang out while looking down on their hoomans. Then I bought two pots of cat grass and more seeds from Lazada for when the time comes have demolished the two pots. They’re living their best lives—a far cry from the storm drain where we have found them.

However, there is still no sign of George…I really do hope he is still alive.


This Facebook post made the rounds starting last week as the University of the Philippines (different campuses) held/are holding their respective commencement exercises. This embodies poverty and this dispels the notion among privileged people that poverty is just a result of laziness. No, it is an amalgamation of factors, mostly inequity and inequality. I’ve had students who were in this position; it broke my heart when one of them (a very bright kid) asked me to sign his leave of absence papers because he could no longer afford to send himself to school. I and some offered to help him financially but he declined. My mom had housed underprivileged kids and one of them cried at the dinner table one time because she was being eaten by guilt—that she was eating well while her siblings had barely anything to eat back home. It was her guilt that made her quit school—much to my mother’s sadness—so she can work instead to bring food to the table.

Here is Leo Jaminola’s post:

This year marks nearly a decade of being a working student, five years of being my familyโ€™s breadwinner, and the completion of my masterโ€™s degree at the University of the Philippines Diliman.

Four years ago, during my graduation with my bachelor’s degree, I shared that I took as many as six jobs to finance my studies โ€” an encoder, a transcriptionist, a library student assistant, a tutor, a writer, and even a food vendor. As such, graduating with honors back then was nothing short of a miracle. In the years that followed, the list of jobs I took just grew longer as I became a research assistant, a government employee, a development worker, and a consultant for different projects with some engagements overlapping with each other.

I applied for jobs even when I wasnโ€™t confident in my skills or didnโ€™t have experience in that particular line of work. I still risked and fought tooth and nail to get those opportunities because the potential income I could get to ensure my family’s survival far outweighs any uncharted territory I need to cross with these jobs. Through all of this, I imbibed the mantra of faking it until you make it, and I still live by this up to this day.

Apart from taking up jobs, I also often entered into essay writing competitions and fellowships that offered cash incentives in an attempt to augment my income. I succeeded in some of these competitions and earned some cash but I also lost in so many others.

In short, the past years have been a long-winding maze of seeking financial security and I have still yet to find a way out of this crisis. From full-time work, part-time work, and competitions, I did my best to provide not only for myself but also for my family.

To be honest, there are moments when the pressure becomes overwhelming and I wish that I can disappear โ€“ even just for a tiny while. But then I remember that the needs of the people I love largely depended on me so I dust myself, drown the chorus of self-doubt in my head, and breathe deeply before continuing work once more.

I constantly tell my friends (and myself) that life is not a race. Because if it is, I am definitely on the losing side and trailing by miles and miles.

While some of my peers have hefty investments in high-yield financial instruments, here I am still overthinking whether I deserve an upgrade to a large Coke while ordering in the local fast food chain.

While some of my peers have multiple properties to their name, here I am still dividing the price of shampoo by their volume to see which brand and size have the best value for money.

While some of my peers are traveling the world and trying all sorts of adventures, here I am still spending most of my weekends in front of a laptop and finishing deliverables for my โ€˜raketsโ€™.

My lack of privilege has greatly affected my pursuit of education as well. Having a full-time job and various part-time engagements meant that I have less time to study for my coursework and comply with class requirements. This lack of focus has also translated to lackluster thesis submissions leading to a constant barrage of comments from my adviser and multiple major revisions. As a result, my graduation from the program was delayed for one whole semester.

You see, I grew up in a place where a college degree remains elusive for many community members, and people enrolling in graduate programs are rarely encountered. This is not surprising as families in my community struggle with the most basic things like providing food on the table. During my childhood, I saw how poverty manifested itself in the form of cramped makeshift houses, children playing near litter-filled canals, and senior citizens succumbing to illnesses without even getting a proper diagnosis. Growing up, I thought of these as normal occurrences that should be accepted as it is the way of life. Now, I do not think that this should be the norm.

Some people will say that poverty is a personal failure and that the members of my community should work harder but I know better. One of the things that I learned from my experience is that hard work as the primary factor in being successful is a myth. Thatโ€™s not to say that it doesnโ€™t play a role but privilege and access to resources have greater impacts on whether a person ends up successful or not.

Frankly, breadwinners are the biggest evidence to counter this prevailing myth. We try our best every day but constantly feel that it is not translating into the future we want to achieve. When we think of breadwinners, we usually envision a diligent person buried under a mountain of responsibilities but still barely making ends meet. This is because for many of us, hard work, especially in the short term, really only translates to mere survival.

If hard work is all it took, then the many young breadwinners I know who continue to support their families while chasing their own dreams would not be constantly organizing their budget trackers to find ways how to stretch their salary until the next payday.

If hard work is all it took, then my neighbors who wake up at 4:00 AM to go out to sea and catch fish should not face financial issues.

If hard work is all it took, then the โ€˜nanaysโ€™ in my community who juggle multiple domestic responsibilities while still trying to contribute to household finances would be enjoying a comfortable life.

Others will read this and use it as some kind of living proof that people, even those from the most marginalized groups, can make it in life simply by working hard rather than addressing structural barriers. But what of those who didn’t make it despite working as hard or even harder than me? How are their experiences not evidence of the continued inaccessibility of education and opportunities in our country?

Rather than success, we should see my experience and the stories of so many others as systemic failures. If anything, my story should make us angry and move us to demand a much better society โ€“ one that allows our people to live with dignity, dream freely, and enjoy equal opportunities.

Leo Jaminola
2014-6XXXX

BA Political Science
MA Demography
University of the Philippines โ€“ Diliman”


Changed my keyboard. Reel by CallMeCreation.com

To improve my productivity tomorrow, I changed my keyboard…to inspire me to write. There are times that I really need to treat myself like a kid to keep me moving.

I didn’t miss you

When it rains = EDSA becomes a huuuuge carpark. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I left my house at past 9 am and reached Ortigas 11:40 am (a few stops along SLEX for gas and RFID loading). It wasn’t bad considering it’s Monday. However, it was a different story when it started to rain. I told myself earlier today that I needed to leave at 4 pm before it starts rainingโ€”how wrong I was. I left a little past 5 pm because I needed to file a story from the presscon.

It has been a long time since I was here last. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I was scared of driving through floods because my sister’s Toyota Vios I was driving today had very low clearance. You see, driving a sedan in Metro Manila is not wise especially during rainy season because the megalopolis is forever flooding. Metro Manila has a lot of estuaries (esteros), especially the city of Manila, to drain floodwater into Pasig River, Marikina River, and Laguna de Bay, but urbanization and lack of proper zoning left these canals buried under cement or shanties.

So no, Metro Manila, I don’t miss your streets.


Before the presscon, an ex-colleague (former journo who crossed into PR) told me today is his last day as media relations manager of this company I covered today. He said his third bout of Covid has wreaked havoc to his health. He lost 10 kg in one month (his last covid was in June). It made his air passages narrower, nodules were found in his lungs, and now his heart valves are leaking. His doctors couldn’t say when did he acquire these complications (second or third bout of Covid) but what is clear is he is no longer healthy. He couldn’t breathe properly anymore. A cardiologist asked him how old is his son. He said 12. This doctor told him, “don’t let it be that his last memory of you was when he was 12 years old.”

The following day he filed for his resignation. He said, you can always earn money but you only have one life. Everything else becomes trivial when life is already at stake. He is doing this for his son. He said he can take consultancies but 9-6 jobs are no longer working for him.

I felt sad for him. We’re of the same age. Although it’s not really a death sentence, but his state of health really puts things into perspective, of what’s important in life.

Stress eats away at our quality of life.

There are times when I doubted myself, whether this move back to the province is wise. But hearing this ex-colleague talk like this reinforces my initial belief that I made the right decision. Life is too short to spend it inside the car, stuck in traffic. Life is too short to be stressed all the time because city life is just full of congestion, pollution, and it robs you of precious time for family and leisure. Life is too short to be staring at the concrete jungle all the time.

At 40-plus years old, do we still have anything to prove? I don’t think we need to prove anything anymore. We should be reassessing our lives, where we’re headed, and if have we spent meaningful moments with the little time we have left. We’re lucky if we push past 59 years old. My father died at 57 years old. He had so many regrets. He was not a happy man and he was far from healthy.

I don’t want to be like that.

I think this is the happiest and most content I had been sinceโ€”since before I turned 18. I didn’t have to prove anything anymore. I don’t have to be that driven and no longer need to be workaholic so I can be where I am today. I think I had stopped attaching my identity to my professionโ€”and this is just a recent thing. Before, I thought I would lose my essence if I stopped being a journalist. My work was me and it ate me alive. When I stopped working after I gave birth to my girls, I lost my sense of self.

But I was willing to let that go for the sake of my children. I looked for jobs that allowed me to have fixed work hours and not be all over the place so I can be with my babies before dinner. I applied for a faculty position here in my hometown (they didn’t have vacancies at that time). However, it wasn’t meant to be because journalism always found me.

Twice.

The second time was in 2014 when I had a hard time keeping nannies because after a year they always quit to get married or they got pregnant. I had no one to take care of my toddlers (aged 3 years old). I was about to quit journalism again and I was at the last stages of my pre-employment assessment when it suddenly fell apart. Journalism came knocking on my door again.

I didn’t join the leadership program of my company because I don’t have any desire anymore to move up. The training requires me to be in London, New York, and HK. I no longer have the bandwidth to do that. I just want to do what I love and not be stressed by being a managerโ€”be it handling 50 people or thousands of people.

I just received an email tonight about an upcoming training in HK in Sept for public speaking (part of the ambassadors program that I just found myself to be a part of). The trainor is a theater actor. That’s my cup of tea ๐Ÿต that’s why I need to book my hotel and flight tomorrow.

Just do the things I enjoy or love.

George’s missing, World Cup loss

George hasn’t been visiting us since before typhoon Egay made his presence felt in this part of the country. I hope he’s warm and dry and not hungry. I couldn’t trap him during the series of days he began commandeering our front door because it needs to be timed with the vet visit and I was too busy to even send a message to the vet ๐Ÿ˜ž.

Meanwhile, we lost to Norway this afternoon. It was painful to watch because Norway scored 3 under 30 mins ๐Ÿ˜ญ

Photo by CallMeCreation.com
One goal is from a penalty shot. ๐Ÿ˜ญ. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

We even had a red card. That was like a kick in the gut.

But well done, ladies. Until next FIFA World Cup. Mabuhay!


After church this morning, we bought veggies for the week and I ended up buying two whole lettuce plants in potting soil in styro cups. They’re selling lettuce plants to avoid spoilage because iceberg lettuce spoil in a day or get easily bruised if not properly stored in the cold. I think there’s a nearby hydroponics farm and when they’re selling produce, they plant the veggies in stryo cups in special potting medium.

I will be placing this on my kitchen window sill if it would fit. I’m growing cat grass there for my kitties. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

You can’t get fresher salad greens than this! This should not under direct sunlight or else this would become bitter or dehydrated.

My basil and celery that I still need to transfer into a pot. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Dill and rosemary. Dill is good for grilled or steamed fish while rosemary is perfect for steaks, the way I usually grill them. The one at the back is a flowering ornamental plant, not for consumption ๐Ÿ˜‚ Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I had been collecting seeds from kitchen scraps like okra, tomatoes, bell peppers, and kalamansi. Once I get settled with school expenses, I will start building garden beds in my yard. I’m close to doing that. ๐Ÿคž

I will start transforming my home into a homestead. Slowly but surely. โœ… For food semi-self sufficiency

I already found and communicated with a roof solar power company for my setup but not do it this year yet because it requires huge capex. I choose the net metering, hybrid setup so I can lower my electric bill and sell excess to Meralco as it is going to be grid-tied, while I will have a battery setup for the days we will be out of power (and the typhoon season is making me nervous now). โœ… Power self-sufficiency

I’m excited.


Measuring. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I am going to make myself some new pillow cases from the cloth I ordered online two years ago to make masks. For those that I have already cut into smaller pieces, I can make quilts.

Since I won’t be traveling for a while, I can start these projects again. My hands need to be busy again.

Money and art

Where’s Wally/Waldo? Ah, look for someone wearing bright pink.

And here we are, at the anniversary of the institution that I had been covering for 18 years.

I was hoping they would give prints of the paintings of national artists but what they gave was something they thought has more practical use…

A cup and saucer with a Jose Joya painting. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
It came in a pretty box. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Of course I won’t use it so I’ll just put it on the book shelf where cats can’t reach it. I have yet to have the Arturo Luz and Sena, which they gave last year, framed. ๐Ÿ˜‘

We left the hotel early, before 10:30 am, to start shopping for school stuff for the girls. Huge dent to my wallet ๐Ÿคฃ. Since it has been a while since the girls were back in civilization, I treated them and my sister to Din Tai Fung xiao long bao and noodles.

Chicken noodle soup (because I already had the beef tendon soup). Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Ah! Xiao long bao for the provincianas. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Then I brought my sister to Ikea to buy thingssssss for their house. She said she just wanted to buy the lamp but look what she ended up with:

Tadaaaa! Budol is real! ๐Ÿคฃ Photo by CallMeCreation.com

It was so wet and wild during the drive back south…I thought super typhoon Egay has already left the Philippine Area of Responsibility (PAR). But it seems like Egay is still pulling up all the southwest monsoon rains to cause flooding in Metro Manila and nearby provinces. . .

It was supposed to shine

The sun came out this morning. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

It was a promising start. The sun came out and I thought things will be saner today.

Ehhhh no. Cars are turning back because of flooded road I left behind. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Rainy Friday. Flooding. In Manila area. It’s a cursed place, you know. Now I remember why I was fond of wearing boots when I covered the finance department and the central bankโ€”I always had to cross flooded streets.

No, I don’t miss this. It takes forever to book Grab in this kind of Friday. Good thing I decided to bring the car instead of leaving it at the hotel and take a taxi/Grab to BSP.

A Cesar Legaspi painting, BSP collection. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
And Edwin Wilwayco, BSP collection. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I got three stories tonight so the effort was worth it. No sign of the Marcoses, which was good, unlike in the past events. My protest of wearing pink didnโ€™t go to waste because people kept commenting about how I stood out among the sea of blacks and greys so people who matter tonight remember me. The regulars to this kind of events still remember me, which is good in my business.

I’m so sleepy. I took antihistamine because an unidentified allergen in our room is wreaking havoc and I’m itchy all over, my throat feels scratchy, and I keep on sneezing. ๐Ÿฅด