Thief in the night

Night snack. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My sister and I are supposed to be on a diet. We have to keep ourselves healthy since we’re already in our 40s and everything goes downhill from here.

I have one high school classmate who lived in the UK and was about to be promoted to be CEO of his company. He just dropped dead in his bathroom a few weeks ago but we only learned about it this week. He was diabetic so his health was constantly monitored but they were baffled why he suddenly dropped dead like that. Later on it was revealed that he has fatty liver disease that went undetected, which was odd.

In any case, I don’t want to just drop dead like that; I have two humans and two cats depending on me. So I have to start cleaning my act together. No more late nights so I have to have enough sleep and wake up early to bike. If not cycling, I should walk early in the morning. I’m supposed to go to a cardiologist for a check-up post-Covid during my leave (which I only have tomorrow left). I should also have this osteoma removed. Oh well, only half of the things I’m supposed to do were accomplished.

I should find time for my health.

Speaking of high school friends, my bestfriend, T, bought tickets to the Red Velvet concert that she and my girls will be watching on 22 July. I would be their chauffeur.

Red Velvet concert tickets. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
The foundation that will be the recipient of the concert proceeds. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I claimed the tickets this afternoon from this office, a foundation that supports persons with disabilities (PWDs), which is the recipient of the proceeds of this Kpop concert. So this means I have to bring my car on Saturday to the car shop for the repairs so that I can claim my car before the concert.

Then I booked my plane tickets and hotel reservation for my trip to Singapore. I would finally be back there after more than two years. I haven’t seen our new office at Raffles Place and I doubt if I have a desk there but I should. So many things to arrange and so many people and clients to meet. 😑 Unfortunately, the conference I was supposed to attend in Bangkok coincides with our own conferences in Singapore so I have to skip Bangkok.


I had a weird dream last night.

I was being pursued by a creepy guy who thought I liked him because I was just being generally nice to all people. Because when you’re networking, you need to put on your nicest smile and charm the socks off people. However, this creep took it differently. Then I spent rest of my dream running away from this guy, which involved me slipping through doors and flying (literally) through windows.

Perhaps this is a warning to dial down on the charm offensive during my networking chore in Singapore.

I remember being pursued by this Chinese guy who attended a conference in Makati where I had to interview several shipping execs and government officials. I had left him in Manila Peninsula after I had coffee with him at the hotel lobby, because you know, he was BD of a big Chinese SOE and I thought it was worth having that kind of contact. I went to a lunch press briefing in another hotel. After that event, I was supposed to fetch my car and passed through the underground pedestrian crossing and encountered that Chinese guy in that unlikely place. And he stuck to me like glue the entire time. I asked my journo friend, L, to fetch me but she said she already left CBD.

Long story short, networking is hazardous for journos like me who need to dig a lot of info from people who may misinterpret my friendliness. 😶

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And I met J through this kind of networking and it just so happened I was very vulnerable at that time. This should serve as a big warning to me. People who I meet in these circumstances do not have the most noble intentions in mind. I have more respect for people who lay their cards right there and then: I use your info, you use my info. We do horse-trading and I don’t have to go through shit, like you pretending to like me to extract what you need from me. That’s just so low.

He just used me so he can move here in Manila with minimal difficulties, because as he had repeatedly said, it has been his intention to move here and see how it would work out given that the cost of living is much lower than in Singapore.

I’m soooooo gullible.

Bawal maging marupok. Wag ka nang maging tanga, OK?

I cannot afford to be stupid anymore.


What the fuck. I got triggered. After a long, long time.

I cannot sleep. I’m having palpitations and I’m very angry. My eyes are filling up with tears of anger as the feelings I’m keeping buried are trying to get out.

I need to schedule my session with my shrink ASAP because I need new prescription for escitalopram.

Oh God, when does this end? It’s exactly 1.5 years tomorrow and yet I’m still like this.

If this is what loving deeply costs, I don’t want to encounter it ever. Ever.

Baby blue eyes

Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

After that pep talk from that sketchbook guy on Youtube, I finally decided to finish this thing that has been festering in my pile of to-do.

Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

I decided not to line the baby blue eyes with dark liner and left the pencil outline and then I painted the filament silver.

Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

Then I decided not to draw individual leaves and use the urban sketching technique of doing color washes (three types of greens) and do a collective outline of leaves and some individual leaves since the baby blue eyes in Hitachi were actually in a bed of grass.

Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

Et voila! I now have a version of my favorite flowers on my wall. My favorite flowers in one of my favorite places on earth.

I think I will make another version of this baby blue eyes for my cousin.


“Mommy,” Twin A said, “KKR si promoting liquid botox.”

“Huh? Who?” I asked, bewildered.

“You know, KKR, that girl. She is promoting liquid botox on Facebook.”

“Ahh, Tito J’s gf,” I said.

“Yes. Twin I and I were watching her videos on Facebook. She’s always doing all these beauty videos and she keeps showing off her boobs in revealing clothes. She still looks like a transvestite though,” Twin A said.

“Ah I don’t care. Let her be. As long as I don’t need that botox I’m fine,” I said.

I really don’t need it and will never need it. In the first place, botox is injected and not applied topically, as my girls said this woman is demonstrating on her video—whatever. Besides, I’m already beautiful as is and I don’t need to inject myself with botulinum toxin. Hello! Anybody with a half-brain knows it is a neurotoxin that can cause your face to be frozen and be without facial expression 🙄 Exhibit A: Nicole Kidman. Exhibit B: Renee Zellweger.

My self-worth need NOT be measured by how many wrinkles I have, by being a daughter of a restaurant owner (a very poor way to be identified, by the way), or by any other external identifier. As my gay friend K said, do not measure yourself against these people—it’s not you who is the problem, remember that.

Yes, K, I am believing you now. I measure myself against how I was a year ago, how I was five years ago. I am older but much wiser now (I hope). I have only myself to compare with.

Someday, someone will appreciate my 42-year-old clear skin that doesn’t need botox, for my intellect, my talents, my generosity, my capacity to love, sense of adventure, my wide range of interests, my resilience, my practicality, my strength—the overall me. I will be appreciated by someone who will not take me for granted and not use me for his selfish gains.

Someday. Not today.

I’ve got some more healing to do.

In the meantime, my cats sleep with me on the bed and provide me with love and comfort. We woke up like this today ❤️. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Today’s news isn’t reassuring and on top of that I was busy dealing with errant reporters again. So Twin I asked, “Mommy, do you want hot choco?” “Ok,” I said.

Ahh! Hot choco with whipped cream and marshmallows. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

This made me feel a lot better. My daughter made me a calorie-laden drink to ease the tension on my forehead and back. ❤️

Twin A asked me yesterday, “Mommy, did you regret having children?”

I said, “No. I will always choose you over everything else.”

And this question and answer between me and my daughter echoed in my head while I was reading this article and the FB comments on the WSJ post.

To Get Into the Ivy League, ‘Extraordinary’ Isn’t Always Enough These Days. The Wall Street Journal.

While I was not really aiming to get into an Ivy League school for my master’s degree, the opportunities presented to me before I got married and before I got pregnant with the girls were there. I was encouraged by one of my teachers at UP Masscom to apply for a scholarship at the Columbia Graduate School of Journalism where she is an alumna. I was preparing to apply when my father died. Then it all went downhill from there. My priorities have shifted; I got married, just as what my father had wanted. Then other opportunities came along (although not Ivy): scholarship at NYU and Germany but I couldn’t push through because then-husband didn’t want to come and I got pregnant, respectively.

I’m still thinking, would it have been better/made a big impact in my life if any of my plans to study abroad pushed through? For sure I wouldn’t have my girls if I did. Maybe I would have been somewhere else, living in Germany or making a bigger mess of myself in NY—but life would be lonelier without my girls.

I am meant to be their mother because I always knew—at the back of my mind at sixteen years old—I knew I will have daughters.

But I knew also that I am not meant to be with someone. I am meant to meet all these people, not because we were meant to last, but to teach me hard lessons in life.

Would I be earning a lot more if I had a degree from Columbia or NYU? I don’t know. Will I be more fulfilled if I obtained my MA and PhD there? I don’t know either. Probably I will just end up in the academe. It’s not like I will be pursuing a Master in Finance or MBA or law and end up as a hedge fund manager or work for Big Law.

All I know is I am glad I have my girls with me. They give me direction, strength, and reason for being. I believe that we always end up where we are meant to be. Where we need to be. The universe conspires and throws all these obstacles so I would not go in another direction. Kinda like that one blog entry I wrote about James Hetfield and Slash ending up where they were supposed to be and not turn into a football player or a mediocre bass player. Metallica and Guns N’ Roses may not have happened.

So for those kids who had been complaining about not getting into Yale and Harvard (in the WSJ article), they may not need to be there in the first place to be happier and successful later in life.

Life is short. I have a high school classmate, a gynecologist who has gone through chemotherapy because she is battling breast cancer. She just had a mastectomy last week. I know she would give anything to be healthy and spend more time with her son.

No amount of Columbia U PhD can compare to moments with my kids and their laughter when we swim in the sea, when we bike, when we hug on my bed.

As I said, I am where I am supposed to be. I am healing with my children beside me.

And one day I will be able to forgive.

Leaves

Ben&Ben

I can think of all the times
You told me not to touch the light
I never thought that you would be the one
I couldn’t really justify
How you even thought it could be right
Cause everything we cherished is gone
And in the end, can you tell me if
It was worth the try, so I can decide

Leaves will soon grow from the bareness of trees
And all will be alright in time
From waves overgrown come the calmest of seas
And all will be alright in time
Oh you never really love someone until you learn to forgive

Try as hard as I might
To flee the shadows of the night
It haunts me and it makes me feel blue
But how can I try to hide
When every breath and every hour
I still end up thinking of you?
And in the end, everything we have makes it worth the fight
So I will hold on for as long

As leaves will soon grow from the bareness of trees
And all will be alright in time
From waves overgrown come the calmest of seas
And all will be alright in time
Oh you never really love someone until you learn to forgive

I never thought that I would see the day
That I’d decide if I should leave or stay
But in the end what makes it worth the fights
That no matter what happens we try to make it right

Leaves will soon grow from the bareness of trees
And all will be alright in time
From waves overgrown come the calmest of seas
And all will be alright in time
Wounds of the past will eventually heal
And all will be alright in time
‘Cause all of this comes with a love that is real
I said all will be alright in time
I said all will be alright in time
I said all will be alright in time
All will be alright in time
Oh, you never really love someone until
You learn to forgive
You learn to forgive
Learn to forgive

For days like this, you need 90 proof drinks

Patron Silver and the shot glasses I’ve downed this lunch time. 90 proof (45% alcohol). Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Things are so bad that press conferences come with alcoholic drinks because our hosts know how stressed we are right now. Twitter has made every reporter I know depressed today with a series of bad news after bad news, the primary one is having an incoming press secretary who is a lawyer suspended by the Supreme Court and her only claim to fame is being a fake news peddler VLOGGER/blogger. She red-tags people and is very hostile to media.

During Duterte’s admin, I have experienced being unwelcomed by the government as we legit reporters were not given seats in a national economic conference while the bloggers like uTh*king P*noy are given a special section where they can write and tweet inanities. These people who just add GDP cumulatively and declare that Duterte will end his admin with a 45% GDP growth 🙄 These people who cannot make heads or tails of FDI, stock market, mergers and acquisitions, and benchmark interest rates. I had to write my stories on the floor on those days despite my being in business clothes. That’s how bad it was.

My group chat has been on fire today. Marcos is putting hostile people in place to barricade us to prevent transparency and truth.

A lot of my friends and colleagues said they have turned off Twitter today due to the series of WTF stories coming out.

At UCC. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Despite downing a couple of shots of Patron, one of the strongest tequilas known to the market, I didn’t get tipsy. But just to be safe, I went down from the hotel where we had the lunch briefing to have coffee and work.

My laptop bag with cat scratches. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I wasn’t really productive today but I was able to secure an interview with an Indonesian company for one of my reporters. I’m a generous boss; I farm out the things that land on my plate and I do not hog them for myself. Besides, I should be doing more value-added things like big scoops and more global/regional stories so I shouldn’t be doing small stories that suck up my time.

Sketch. Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com
At UCC. Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com

But I’m so brain-dead now that I could not pull up my watercolors to finish this sketch. Perhaps tomorrow when I’m in the zone?

My friend from my old TV network told me he wants to quit now and join corporate. I told him, he better jump now when the offer still stands because the threat of the incoming justice secretary is serious. It’s martial law all over again, closing down independent media and promoting crony media like SNI (owned by a Duterte ally wanted by the US FBI for sex trafficking and other offenses) and Net25 (Iglesia ni Cristo station).

Oh WTF.

MISOGYNY, GASLIGHTING AND PARTNER AS AN APPLIANCE

I got triggered with this viral post that the original poster has already taken down because it backfired. I wanted to cry, I feel so bad for many women out there who are reduced to being appliances and servants of their partners, becoming cleaning ladies instead of real partners.

Summary, the wife said:

“It has been 10 years since I graduated, it seems like I don’t have personal achievements”

To which the guy immediately responded:

“Don’t say that. My achievements are your achievements. I can’t do them without you.”

Then he listed all the things he made his wife do, like–no joke– he said:

  • the small things that I don’t notice anymore because you are there, like you pick up the towels I throw down anywhere
  • You flush the toilet when I don’t
  • when I throw out my clothes and I don’t notice anymore because I know you are there…

THIS MAN DOES NOT HAVE A WIFE. What he has is a nanny. An appliance.

Misogyny (/mɪˈsɒdʒɪni/) is hatred of, contempt for, or prejudice against women. It is a form of sexism that keeps women at a lower social status than men, thus maintaining the societal roles of patriarchy.

HE GASLIGHTED HIS WIFE. She is asking for personal growth, he dismissed her concerns and he put himself at the forefront of this narrative, citing all the things he made his wife do and he said that his achievements are also her own personal achievements. THE FACT THAT SHE ASKED THIS THING means she is looking for some personal fulfillment outside her role as caretaker. He made it like, your role in life is to support me and not have your own personal dreams and ambitions.

A caring partner would respond like this:

Why do you feel that you don’t have personal achievements? What are your personal goals? How can I help you achieve them?

Sadly, I have yet to hear those words spoken to me, ever, by anyone who had been with me. I felt like I was alone in my battles, in my climb to where I am now. Love meant sacrificing yourself, your physical, mental, and emotional well-being, leaving you not even headspace for yourself, without receiving the same in return.

I can feel now hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

I remember after changing J’s bed sheets at his condo and had lain on the bed because I was tired since I cleaned the bathroom and swept the floor. Then he pointed to the groceries that are yet to be unpacked…I was hungry because I didn’t have lunch that day. I ordered Grab and he demanded why? “It would take you longer!” he angrily said. I responded weakly that I was already dizzy because of hunger, let me eat first. He wanted to get rid of me quick. I asked, why are you treating me this way?

It’s so hard to live in a world where women are reduced to being servants instead of partners. And yet they demand more…then leave you on the wayside all dried up and empty. They leave you for somebody who still has the flush of youth, undamaged by childbirth and age, because these women have yet to run on empty like you did. They leave you for somebody shinier because you’ve already lost your luster in the course of serving them head to foot.

It’s hard to live in a world where your partner has just reduced you into a caricature of your former self.

How many are we out there, victims of misogyny, who are left licking our wounds, trying to find our dignity, self-love, and self-worth? How many are we out there, trying to heal from the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, as Hamlet once phrased it?

I pity this woman, this man’s wife. Girl, I hope you find your footing because once your husband has sapped all of your strength and dignity, he will just leave you like one leaves an old appliance.

I didn’t know I still had tears to cry. I thought I’m done. I’m still bleeding from my chest.

One day these will just be scars. One day.

Betrayal

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Now that the complete admin reins are with me, I have a clearer picture of how betrayed I was/am. I carried the whole team for years while my recent ex-manager was dysfunctional. I worked my ass off. Now I saw how undervalued I am and my team mate from Manila were. Our salaries are really low even when the cost of living in Manila is second to Singapore among the cities in the region. I haven’t gotten a raise in three years. I was so incensed yesterday when I saw that my salary was a little more than half of what the worst performer in the team is getting and his cost of living is lower than mine. And yet my ex-manager kept dumping work on me. I think my ex-manager has a thing against Filipinos.

Of course I ranted to my APAC boss/new manager. I said I worked my ass off for a long time and yet he is getting almost double than me??? My new manager said she just heard about it, meaning she didn’t have a hand in it. Once my new contract comes to me and I still get lower than this guy, I will tell my new manager I’m going to quit and they go fuck themselves.

So during the performance review, I told this slacker dude he doesn’t have any excuse for performing that bad. Considering his supposed experience, he shouldn’t just be covering startups and giving me half-baked stories with no value. I gave him measurable targets and demanded x number of articles a week. I told him that he should be aiming for large caps and grade A investments, not the USD 5m deals, the low-hanging fruits. Don’t tell me you’re running out of companies because yours is a very large market and there are so many things to cover there, from regulatory changes to left and right unicorn deals, I said.

I frankly told him that, “your slacking off for three years is ending. I will be checking up on you every quarter and show you your numbers every month. I expect more quality from you and no more low-hanging fruits.”

He has been giving me a lot of excuses. Every excuse he gives me, I give him a counter-argument. He really has zero excuse. Period.

I’m so angry right now. 🤬🤬🤬

No one is going to fucking undervalue me again.


This feeling of betrayal was similar to the one I had in February when I learned about how the demon J cheated on me, how he undervalued me, how cruel and evil he was. The similar hurt feelings. The anger burning inside me is the same. I told a colleague this morning that this is the problem, I was too nice. I didn’t put a premium on myself, hence, I get this treatment from others.

No more. No more. I will not play nice anymore.

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No wonder I was so much of a mess the past two to three years. I was being fucked over by my ex-manager and by my ex-partner. This is unforgivable. Getting abused like that because I was too nice really does things to your mental health. This is the year I will be looking out for myself first and watch my back for Judases around me.

I will just let God avenge me.

19 Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord.

Romans 19

Love hurts Part 2

Here is Kimchi this morning, taking a nap with me. Squishy. 🐱🐾

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Here is me a few hours later after giving her and Sushi a bath.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

They hissed their way out of the towels when they were being dried. Sushi in particular wanted to kill us and acted like she’s dying at the same time.

It’s Maundy Thursday today, (and in the Christian calendar) it’s when Jesus washed the feet of his disciples. It was His act of humility and service and his demonstration that we must love one another and that there is no ranking in God’s love.

“I have given you an example, that you should do as I have done to you” (John 13:15).

Love hurts. Love is humility. Love is service. There shouldn’t be any hierarchy in love because—I don’t know, you just love. I would die for my children if it means I could save them. Just as Jesus died for us to save us, without any hierarchy of who among us he loved the most.

I loved even though I hurt, thinking that love could turn a heart of stone softer. However, there are just some things that love can’t conquer so I just leave it up to Him. I did not seek revenge but instead I sought peace because it’s hard to live with so much hatred. In the end, it will just be up to God.

17 Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everyone. 18 If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. 19 Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord. 20 On the contrary: “If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.” 21 Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.

Romans 12:17-21

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We didn’t go yet to Intramuros because the girls aren’t finished studying for their finals on Monday until Wednesday next week. They should clean their bikes tomorrow morning so we can go in the afternoon. Friends had been posting on Facebook that the provinces are clogged and the traffic even going to Quezon Province is intolerable. A classmate of my girls said it took them 9 hrs of driving to Baguio.

This is the reason why I love staying in Metro Manila during Holy Week. The roads are clear and we can just do cartwheels in the middle of Makati CBD 😂

In the meantime, I transplanted some of my flowers and sowed some petunia seeds.

I hope they don’t die. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

So far so good. My existing flowering plants are doing ok.

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The morning glory that I transplanted to a hanging planter because it is starting to grow vines. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

And finally, I now have a yellow bell! I had been looking for this plant for a long time because this one creeps along walls and fences. By next year, this will be ready to be transplanted in my new house and creep along the wire fence that we had erected between our lot and the neighbor’s. I can make a trellis out of yellow bells.

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Now that I’m done doing manual labor, my creative side is itching right now. I want to order more watercolors. I held back and just ordered Staedtler mechanical pencils because it’s easier to sketch with it and not bother sharpening my pencil all the time. I’m now impatiently waiting for it.

Makeshift easel. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Yellow bell. Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com
Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com
Art and photo by CallMeCreation.com