❄️ It’s cold here because of the breeze coming from the lake. ❄️🌨️ And we’re at the foot of the mountain.
This morning at 6 am, I cleaned the cat litter box, refilled it with fresh litter, filled up my cats’ drinking fountain, filled their plates to the brim with kibbles, and off I went to drive south.
Since today was declared by the governent to be a non-working holiday, people opted to stay where they were. This meant no private vehicles! Wohoo!
All the way to the south, still no cars!
It only took me less than 1.5 hrs to reach my mother’s house. I then checked my house, which was devoid of workers since it’s a public holiday.
I edited some articles from China this morning until my kids were ready to leave at around 1 pm. We first went to a local park because I wanted to show the girls the former lake port where I boarded the ferry 🛥️ that whisked me away from my hometown to Guadalupe, Makati when I was in college. Because I wanted a more adventurous commute to Metro Manila. 😜 I did that several times when I had to go to UP Diliman.
After some photos, we went straight to the lakeside resort. It’s very windy.
Since there was no other editor around, I picked up more stories from China and India for editing. 😑 My kids and their cousins had played in the hotspring pool while I slaved away.
It was already dark when I finished work.
They turned off the hotspring valve but the pool is still warm. However, I’m not enticed to dip because I’m cold.
I’ll just wake up early to have a dip when the pool man turns on the hotspring valve. Before I start to edit again. 😑
This article from the Financial Times and the comments section made me think real hard about emigration. I always knew at the back of my head this is one of the the reasons why I haven’t emigrated while the rest of the middle class Filipinos (well about half) have done so. My sister also said the same that’s why she opted to fly back home instead of staying in Australia.
One of the arguments is émigrés do eat up resources of the natives and some are being priced out of their native land. Such thing is happening in Barcelona (a victim of over-tourism as well) and some parts of UK (London in particular, where rich HK and mainland Chinese have been buying flats for Plan B). My sister said that while racism in Australia is not as bad as when my father was there for his graduate studies, there is still some kind of resentment towards émigrés, especially the Chinese (for various reasons) because of the said reason above. She said she can’t blame them because she would feel the same if she were in their shoes.
In this FT article, the columnist said Netherlands is busting at the seams. Productivity is low due to government incentives, with many Dutch opting to work part-time while no one wanted blue-collar work (service staff in HORECA sector, airport, etc) for the price being offered. Why work 40 hrs when you can do 20? Importing more blue-collar workers is not an option given that migration is a touchy issue in the EU. Brexit comes to mind. The Netherlands has a tight housing market since the Dutch do not build up, which is ironic in a country that is continuously battling the North Sea and always under threat of being engulfed especially now with melting glaciers from Greenland. Just like any port city, Amsterdam is getting denser. Some in the comments section have pointed out that Singapore, Hong Kong, and Tokyo are handling the population density by building up, which cities like Amsterdam and London are not willing to do. Aye, there’s the rub.
The FT writer said that there are farmlands that can be claimed for housing elsewhere in Netherlands but people said why would we give up land that has been feeding us and allowing us to export our produce? They have a point. They said that in order for Singapore to grow and accommodate its population, it has foregone the ability to produce its own food and is importing almost everything it consumes. But then, are the Dutch willing to go in that direction? Of course not.
I then remembered my conversation with a Singapore-based friend about the Singaporean affliction of kiasu, the selfishness due to fear of missing out. It’s annoying as hell and this is exacerbated by racism towards Asians they deemed inferior to them. I told my friend that this kiasu was probably borne out of the fact that they had to fight for the very limited resources that they have. And here we are, Filipinos who also want to have a piece of those very limited resources. They would be/are really, really be pissed off with us, who keep on voting for shit government and now we want to escape our hellhole to burden the natives with our demand for the same limited resources. That’s why they are keeping us out by putting a very high price tag for everything that we foreigners would need. A colleague from HK who migrated to Singapore with her husband (who was being transplanted by his company) said the rental apartments for foreigners are ridiculous. She wouldn’t find apartments below SGD 4,500, her realtor said. Public schools are not for foreigners as well so you need to fork out at least SGD 30k a year per child for private/international school tuition. This colleague–who recently left my company for higher pay and work visa issues because our HR is very narrow-minded–couldn’t do anything but bite the bullet.
The AVP of this company I had lunch with last week said that when Marcos won last year, he and his wife immediately thought about leaving the country and weighed their options regarding migration. Their choice was Canada. But then the wife, who has a private driver for her daily commute to her workplace, wouldn’t be able to have her maids and driver when they move to Canada. They would be doing every menial task that she didn’t have to do here. They have a relatively affluent life here in Manila; they can tour Europe on business class (the wife refuses to travel coach) and buy shit out of the luxury stores in Europe (i.e. shopping for many expensive bags), her husband says. So they are staying put here for now.
This brings me now to my talk with my journo friend, M. Like the typical affluent Filipino whose family is financially and politically connected, he didn’t have to work like mad to afford his lifestyle since he can just receive dividends from family business, etc. His mom flies to Switzerland because she just feels like hiking the Alps, that kind of thing. But M does work to prove to the family he is unlike the rest of them. Anyway, he said there is little incentive for him to migrate because he leads a relatively comfortable life. Why would I fight for the resources in other countries that I can have here, he asked. He has a point.
This is a complex conundrum that is forever tugging at the back of my mind. Am I being selfish for not thinking about the future of my children since I am not offering them the world? Just because I don’t want to struggle since I am comfortable where I am now? I know that my degrees from the best university here do not mean anything abroad; in fact they look down on it because my university is still lagging behind everybody else (my Singapore-based friend said). Would I want to subject kids to the same kind of predicament?
But then, despite the academic limitations, I am still competitive abroad, in my field at least. I couldn’t say the same for my kids when it’s their turn. I don’t know what is right or wrong now.
However, if let’s say I move to the US (because I can for my job), would I be able to afford sending them to college without them having to deal with debilitating student loans? Would they be able to cope with the feeling of displacement? Would I be able to closely watch over them as a single parent? Would I be able to afford housing without working two jobs because my work entails that I need to be in financial/business centers where resources are limited? For me to afford a home as a single mom, I have to locate myself in Hicksville (as my cousin calls rural backwater America), which is worse than being stuck here in the Philippines, methinks.
Maybe, just maybe, this is for the best in the meantime. They can emigrate after they graduate from college by applying for scholarships abroad for graduate studies. We have finite resources but here I can have those resources that I am rightfully entitled to. And I have a voice here that I can use to fight for equality and equity among the people to have access to those resources so we don’t have to develop the kiasu attitude.
Merry Christmas!
I celebrated with the cats. Had been video-calling my kids every now and then so they won’t feel abandoned. But I don’t think they have issues spending Christmas away from me since we are stuck together everyday anyway.
I had wine again to make me fall asleep.
But nope, I still ended up sewing a curtain panel to make me sleepy. I went to bed at almost 3 am. I realized I must finish more curtains because I only have 5 months before I move out. I want to have curtains up in our tiny house when we move in. They say it makes it feel like home immediately.
My kids at least have better food than I do. My sisters ordered lots of dishes for Christmas eve while I am going to have the chicken cordon bleu that my neighbor gave me. The era of slaving away in the kitchen for Christmas dinner and Christmas day festivities is long gone. After my father died, we just celebrated Christmas out of town, the first of which was spent in a beach resort. The pandemic forced my mom and my sisters to spend Christmas at home.
As for me, I had to cook today. I wanted fluffier rice so I cooked it in this claypot.
I must look for a bigger claypot for general cooking because rice is lovelier this way.
It will be 24-23 degrees later so I don’t think I will need the AC on tonight.
And my four-legged children are cozying up.
What shall I cook? Should I cook???
UPDATE: I just had beef pastrami, some cheese and red wine. No need to stress myself.
A bit bittersweet. This has been home since 2018. Despite the difficult circumstances, I tried to make this apartment into a home. You know, the home that you want to rush back to when you’re tired from being out in the harsh world. It’s so old that everything crumbles, but I tried to make it the most comfortable home. I tried my best to keep vermin away but I have no control over my messy neighbors so their vermin crosses over to my unit 🤦♀️. At least when they slip, they’re only confined to the laundry area. Then I trap them there with whatever pest control device/chemical I have.
I’ve been playing Christmas songs in piano via Spotify all day. This is so lovely.
I braved the horrible traffic today. First, I needed to fix my bank accounts because the bank has frozen them. Apparently, I didn’t do an update of my personal and professional info for xxx period… So I couldn’t withdraw from the ATM and couldn’t do online banking 🤦♀️. I have five accounts with them that needed updating so it took a while. But at least it’s done now. 😑
Then I braved Greenhills to sell my iPad. Finally, it’s done. I’m not really maximizing it anyway.
While I was waiting for them to finish testing the unit and for cash to be paid to me, I was flicking furiously on my phone and doing something sinister…
I finally pulled the trigger. 🫠
Now I’m waiting for it to get cleared… Hopefully by Dec 27 it’s on its way to me. Why did I do it instead of reinvesting almost 40k back to my house?
Because I’m a fucking tech junkie 🤦♀️ I need saving from myself.
Ok, I promise myself this is the last big-ticket item I will buy that is not for the house.
After having a very late lunch (almost 3 pm), I drove back home via the maze that Waze has directed me to use because freaking EDSA was not moving.
To come home to this:
These cats are the crazy reasons why I’m spending Christmas Eve and Christmas day alone. Because of the cats that cannot feed themselves and clean up their poop.
I will be leaving early 26th because my family will be checking into this resort.
Hot springs in December!
The ponds become a lagoon from October (typhoon season) as these converge with Laguna Lake. Then these will go back to being ponds when the dry season sets in by Feb.
I will try sketching here but on Monday I’m on editing duty 😭
I was just too busy to do the usual Christmas decorating to cheer ourselves up—well, it’s mostly to cheer me up. The kids don’t care. This is the third Christmas that we haven’t set up a tree because…cats. 🐈
This is the last Christmas that we will be spending here in this apartment. My neighbor, the quietest neighbor I have who lives next to my unit, will be leaving sooner than us. She will be pulling out their stuff on Saturday. Her daughter will be going abroad to work while she will be moving into her sister’s house in Kamias. They stayed here for 19 years. She said she would have stayed longer (because she liked the location) if it were not for my crusty landlady’s mismanagement of the units. Her apartment (D) is full of termites. She often complained to our landlady about the disrepair of her unit but the latter doesn’t listen. Meanwhile, I don’t take shit for an answer that’s why I get things done. I use my own resources to fix things and bill her later. Oftentimes, I just don’t bother billing her because she will just complain that I’m a very expensive renter. Yada, yada, yada. 🤬 That’s why until now the roof at my cooking area still leaks.
Some people shouldn’t be landlords.
My mom said the next family that will get this unit will be lucky because I improved the bathroom (and it is pretty, my mom said) and will be leaving a lot of better fixtures like the higher end faucets, a big bathroom exhaust fan, and the custom wooden counter in the cooking/laundry area. And I kept refreshing the white paint and the closet paint. The only damage I have to fix is the bedroom door knob that I destroyed when the cats were locked inside my room.
This has been home for four years now—five when we leave next year. It sheltered us during the most tumultuous time in our lives. It has broken me as well. I will be leaving the bad jujus behind when I shove the last piece of my stuff into the moving truck in May. I will have a sort of fresh start as I won’t have the bad memories that I still carry in this apartment.
Speaking of Christmas and bad memories, I usually look forward to this season because it meant two-week breaks and I can read a lot of books during my off-time. But since 2020, December also reminded me of the toughest moment in my life. And I was still dealing with shit until February this year. Good thing I was still under therapy at that time so I was able to bounce back faster than I did in August. December 2020 was just trash and all the expletives that you can throw at it.
Thank God for art. I may not be good at it but it has kept me sane.
So December is something I look forward to because of the long break and it’s also something that I dread because some bad taste in my mouth remains. I still get triggered. But it will be all right. I have many things to occupy me so I won’t be living in my head again.
Aside from improving my sketching skills, I am also busy with my house.
My contractor said this small cabinet is not the kitchen cabinet but this is something that will go under my TV. 🤔
Hopefully, I will be busy with my new house for an entire year so I won’t have room in my life to brood.
However, the problem with writers is that we think too much. We have this propensity to perform mental acrobatics because that’s what we do for a living. I know several writers who live in their caves/writing dens (like me) and rarely come out.
I was one of the early birds because I had to come before rush hours (5 pm-8pm) when my car is banned from the streets (Monday, my car plate ends in 1). I parked at the hotel and walked to High Street to work in some nearby restaurant. I was on editing duty today so it was a non-stop flow of stories that needed major fixes. 🥴
My main reason for going out tonight is to see more friends from the industry whom I haven’t seen that much this year–and of course the past two years. I had non-stop conversations with some of the editors with whom I needed to touch base. Right after I arrived, I opened my laptop to do some minor tweaks to a story I had been laboring over for a few hours earlier. One editor said, “Aha! I just finished my final edit right before you came.” That’s usually our greeting to each other; we usually ask, “When are you going to close your storefront?” This translates to: When will you do your last edit/end your editing shift? Are you free now to socialize/do non-work related stuff? Because we editors are normally tied to our “desks”. I put it in quotation marks because “desks” not long ago were literally the physical desks in our publications’ office. Now our “desk” means anywhere we can put our laptops with Internet connection. It’s only during and after the lockdowns news editors were finally allowed to work from home. Before Covid, news editors were required to be physically present in the newsroom so we can supervise the layout and be within cursing distance of other editors. Rain or shine. In my case when I was still with a newspaper, floods or heatwaves.
Covid changed all that.
I asked T, one of the editors I often see and talk with in some events, if she is still required to come to the editorial offices and she adamantly replied, NOOOOO! And every time they have editorial meetings, the topic of working from home constantly crops up and she keeps on campaigning to make this arrangement permanent.
There’s little reason for us to come to the office and face the traffic jam and the high Grab fares. Newsrooms can function like this, as proven by Covid. Your reporters are in the field anyway.
Oh wait, reporters are now house reporters. It used to be a derogatory term for lazy reporters who don’t do the rounds in their beat and seldom cover events. Now, we are legally house reporters and nobody bats an eyelash.
The PR firm that helped arrange this event has given up its physical office since the team realized that it’s more efficient for them to work remotely. Each employee can save money and time and can be more productive this way. The owner of the PR firm said he is weighing if he should just buy one small condo unit just to have an address. I said you can just rent from Regus or other co-working spaces and get the service that offers an office address and a phone number for business registration purposes. I told him that I was thinking of doing the same years before but good thing I didn’t push for it since it was useless… We could just use the Singapore office address for whatever reason.
Now our new business cards just sport our names, job title, our publication, email addresses and mobile number (or Wechat, WhatsApp or LinkedIn). We no longer have physical addresses printed. We’re all floating anyway, and this is especially true for our Singapore office. We all just hot-desk and many of us elect to just work from home.
The corp comm head of the host for this evening’s party also said that their hybrid setup has become permanent. They just hot-desk in their new office and just maintain lockers. It saves them floor space and time. They’re a tech company now anyway, so better make everything digital and cloud-based.
And remote working makes gatherings like this more meaningful. We make an effort to come and have conversations with our hosts and with friends from the industry.