Rusty, wrong materials

I’m missing the sea. Now that it’s getting hotter, the call of the sea has been growing stronger than ever. K told me he’s going to be in Boracay next week for a week’s stay. I bet he would be having a sexy Valentine’s date/s on Monday. He should just spare me the details.

The pencil sketch looked promising…

Art and Photo by CallMeCreation.com

But I can’t translate it into watercolor. Even though this is a Moleskine drawing notebook, it is NOT a watercolor paper drawing notebook. The colors bleed and the paper keeps piling. My Sakura Pigma Micron drawing pens are missing. I could only use my Pilot Dr. Grip pen to make outlines.

I think I should stick to pencils and charcoal in the meantime until I get myself proper watercolor papers and more practice. It has been 25 years since I did my last watercolor.

I’ll try to salvage this one tomorrow. I’m just a bit tired. I spent 4 hours gardening today, re-potting plants and removing old soil that has been infected by nematodes and root rot.

Aside from that I cooked brunch and dinner.

Omelette rice for brunch. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I only got 1 hr of nap today. I again was woken up at 4 am and had a hard time falling back to sleep. However, I did get better quality sleep last night after taking melatonin. I should try to make it 6 mg tonight so I can have a bit of deep sleep.

It’s better to be tired at least there’s less time thinking about the things I shouldn’t be thinking about so I hurt less. I wish it’s that easy. Thinking about dating again makes my stomach churn. I don’t think I’m made for this. I think I’ll be better solo.

My friend from my old TV network asked me if I want to have a date on Monday, because he knows someone interested and he can play match-maker. I said NO. The thought made my skin crawl. After my vehement no, my friend said he was only joking.


The Marcoses are really out of touch. Imee Marcos mocks people who work 18 hrs a day.

Ka Leody blasts Imee Marcos video mocking people who work 18 hours a day

Sen. Imee Marcos. and Labor leader and presidential aspirant Leody De Guzman. ABS-CBN News/file

Out of anger, I made a caricature of her. She is called mangga (mango) because of her long chin.

Mangga Imee. Art and Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Good day to be out

At Track 3oth @BGC. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

The girls had been cooped up for so long that they pestered me about going out today. But first I needed to cook brunch because I was not really sure if the kids can eat at a restaurant even if it’s al fresco.

Lugaw is essential. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I was supposed to make this into arroz caldo but I forgot to defrost the chicken so it’s just plain lugaw with boiled eggs. Still good though.

Then I tended to my garden. I had to relocate some plants because the heat at noon is too intense for them.

The wilted hanging plants under the shade of the mango tree. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Happy mums. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
My roses in that big planter are almost dying . Photo by CallMeCreation.com

So some of my roses are again victims of the neighborhood feral cats because they kept digging the soil to poop. I have sprayed the area with perfumed disinfectant so drive them away but it wasn’t enough. I need lemon and orange peels to assault their strong sense of smell. Then I placed the marigolds beside the dying roses to provide protection and shade. I’m still trying to revive them. My humic fertilizers I ordered online will soon be arriving. Roses, please hang on! Meanwhile, my wire mesh from Shopee arrived and attached them to the wall. I’m waiting for my hanging planters to arrive, also from Shopee, that I will hang on the grid and so the feral cats won’t be able to reach the plants that I will be putting there.

I was multitasking today. While doing my hobby, I was doing chores like washing stuffed toys using the mini washing machine because we would be giving those to the orphanage in Manila. I would be sending several kilos of powdered milk and the stuffed toys via Grab tomorrow. The toys now are almost as good as new.

As I thought, the girls were not allowed to enter Bonifacio High Street (they required vaccination cards before entering; of course the girls still don’t have it) so I just ordered Starbucks donuts and a giant cookie with frappucinos to go.

Sinful. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Then we plopped on the grass at Track 30th because that’s the only place where kids are allowed. Twin I was put out that she couldn’t ride a bike around BGC because we didn’t bring any bike. Besides, I couldn’t bike with her because of abdominal cramps (red days). I told her we’ll bring our bikes next week. You see, the only safe places now for them are UP Diliman and BGC and they’re getting tired of UP campus so that leaves BGC as the only option. On top of that, you can’t really stay inside UP campus if you’re not exercising; they’re discouraging people to linger as part of their anti-covid protocols.

Sunset on the grass. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Watching kids riding their scooters. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

We walked around some more for a bit of exercise because we had been sedentary for a loooooooooooong time.

Families with kids enjoying the afternoon in a grassy vacant lot near Dean and Deluca. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Another day is dying in the city. I don’t know how long we will still be trapped in this concrete jungle. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Perhaps when I’m fed up working at home, I’ll just go to BGC and station myself in one coffee shop around the area to work. I have three stories to write and I need to get out of my box to be motivated to write those. I remember that I used to work a lot in BGC–at Starbucks inside Fullybooked in Bonifacio High Street, Starbucks beside Pancake House and at Bo’s Coffee, also at Bonifacio High Street–when I felt a little bit claustrophobic in Ayala in Makati. That was before the pandemic. Since I’ve been stuck here in this room for two years, I think it’s about time I change my venue.

On the way back home, we stopped by Jjangkke to buy the spicy chicken that I’ve been hankering after since last night. Finally, one parking slot was open and I was able to get my chicken!

Yummy! Photo by CallMeCreation.com

What to do tomorrow?

Almost real carbonara

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I cooked carbonara for dinner last night using the near-authentic recipe. I didn’t have the Italian guanciale so I used the closest thing: pork that is used to make bacon.

I fried the pork in its own fat while I whisked 4 eggs with hard cheddar cheese (I didn’t have a block of parmesan; I had mozzarella but that’s too soft). When the pork fat was rendered, I turned the heat down and combined the spaghetti with the pork and coated it with the little oil that came out. When everything was coated, I turned off the heat and added the eggs with cheese. I made sure the eggs did not curdle and come out like scrambled eggs. When the egg-cheese combination made the pasta creamy, I immediately served it to my waiting customers.

They liked it. It’s less heavy compared to the bastardized version of carbonara with cream, butter and bell peppers.

Add ground pepper for a little bit of ooomph.

Later, I played this on my mobile phone:

Because I wanted to be brainless.

I have two analysis pieces to rewrite 🤦🏻‍♀️. And couple of more leads to follow up. My poaching of journos are always unsuccessful. Either they’re jumping to VC firms or they just wanna stay put because chasing deals from USD 5m to infinity is not their cup of tea.

It’s hard to recruit people in non-English-speaking markets!!!

One of these days I’ll turn to RPGs to decompress. Buy a Nintendo Switch and play Legend of Zelda.

Or live in Anilao and jump into the sea when I feel stressed.


WTF! It’s 6 am and I’m still awake. How am I going to work today?!

I need to sleeeeeep. 😴

Daylight. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Busy in the kitchen

I cooked egg fried rice with seaweed and meatballs on top this morning because Twin I was inspired by Uncle Roger, who was disgusted by how egg fried rice was made on BBC Food.

Anyway, I cooked the egg fried rice the proper way. First, I used leftover rice chilled overnight in the fridge. By the way, you don’t wash rice like how that lady did or even drain water from rice like that. YOU DON’T COOK RICE LIKE THAT!

How can you anyone eff up fried rice? It’s basically a way to recycle food. So this video by Jamie Oliver is the worst egg fried rice that i have seen. Packet rice??? You put water while frying rice??? Jam in rice?! WTF is he doing?!

For lunch, I made gimbap. Because my girls wanted to go to a Korean store to buy gimbap. I knew I could make one so I did. I just lost my sushi rolling mat so I used aluminum foil…which somehow did the job but not really that great.

Photo by CallMeCreation
I was surprised that this is already a heavy meal. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Everything was going well today…except for Twin I accidentally locking my bedroom door. With the cats inside. We couldn’t pick the lock and calling a locksmith at night with omicron raging is out of the question. We had no choice but to smash my door.

I fucking destroyed my door that I lovingly painted a few months ago. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I destroyed my door. Now I have to spend thousands for a door and a door knob that isn’t even mine. Sigh.

Solo

My girls were just fetched by their dad and I’m home alone with the cats. It’s not a strange feeling because I was like this exactly a year ago except that then I was locked up in my room crying my eyes out. This time I will be cleaning like crazy and finishing all my DIY projects, like repainting the top closets and the closets in the next room. Maybe tomorrow I’ll start missing the girls.

I’m scared for my girls though because there’s a low pressure area building up near Guam and that may hit the Visayas again. I pray that it won’t be as severe as Typhoon Rai. But that dang thing looks massive.

Satellite image courtesy of US National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration.

I started using NOAA when somebody taught me that surfers in the Philippines use this to monitor where and when the big waves will be. I used this when we did a vigil before Super Typhoon Haiyan made its landfall on Guian, Eastern Samar–a popular surf town. When I was on the ground doing my reporting, we were aiming to get to Guian but I was already too tired jumping from Leyte and Samar that week, driving for several hundreds of km each day. The farthest I got to in Samar was the town of Marabut, which was flattened to the ground.

Marabut’s poblacion, where homes and public buildings were left with no roofs. The people hid in caves. (2013) Photo by CallMeCreation.com

When Super Typhoon Rai made its first landfall a few days ago, it was on Dinagat Islands and Siargao, another popular surfing island-town. The video below shows how strong Typhoon Rai was, destroying the sports complex where evacuees were taking shelter.

Lord, have me mercy on us all.


I was too lazy to cook today so this is what we had for brunch. In the photo is my brunch while the girls had rice instead of yakisoba. And the soy sauce is half chili oil; the girls don’t like that. I was too lazy to cook this evening so I resorted to easy samgyupsal and veggies for me and the girls.

Lazy cook. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I don’t have the patience now to cook one-pot dishes because I was cleaning non-stop because my landlady’s handyman was fixing the regular problem of leaking roof.

I only have until 2023 to suffer this old apartment…Wheeeee!

New old books from my friend B. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Tsundoku strikes again!

My friend, who just came back from Singapore to spend the Christmas here, sent me her old books as she was cleaning their condo while in home quarantine. Of course, I welcomed the books. I would spend my free time this holiday break reading these and those that I had hoarded in the past. Tee hee!

My problem now is I have too many books to move again.

I had been spending my idle time scrolling through Pinterest and Instagram for bookshelf/office ideas to house my books. I still have a lot of them in my mom’s house and I’m afraid they would be dumped on me once I move in my flat.

Hiring woes

I did nothing today but reach out to prospective candidates for hiring. Been trying to poach reporters from other news wires (tough) and other international media entities. Trying to hire locals with English skills in Indonesia and Thailand is so hard. Since I am the one training and editing the junior reporters who have come and gone from our bureau, I know what I’m looking for: Grit and willingness to learn and be down in the trenches.

It doesn’t matter if this person doesn’t have financial journalism background but as long as this person has the above-mentioned qualities, I am willing to take him/her under my wing and teach that person everything I know.

So far… I haven’t seen that, even in our recent hires. 🤦🏻‍♀️ It’s hard especially in this current tight labor market.

Some friends who had a dinner party somewhere in the metro yesterday had been talking about the difficulty of hiring new reporters. The Gen Z kids no longer want to be permanently employed; they prefer to be freelancers and not be tied in one place. These are the kids who grew up with the gig economy, with all those influencers working with their laptops by the pool side or by the beach. These are the kids who do not embrace the corporate culture and prefer the hipster lifestyle.

With this in mind, and the struggles I’m having with the hiring, I need to compose carefully the things I must say in the career orientation that my high school will be holding next month. I must be encouraging and not preachy, but I have to tell the students the truth that journalism is not glamorous. It’s 90% grit and intellect and the rest is the writing. The pay and hours are horrible. Before I became what I am now, I ate dirt and barely had vacations. I was eating and breathing news. I was like a walking deadline—every moment is a deadline—especially when I was in online news, which operates 24/7.

That said, I shouldn’t compromise on the quality of hires because in the end, it is me who is going to suffer if I have another lazy/slacker dude who would just slap information without being careful about it. I had experienced several take-down threats because our last hire had cut so many corners in pursuing stories. And this person was much older than me 🤦🏻‍♀️ I had a lot of headaches. Lord knows he tried my patience.

That’s the reason why once I take over, I need to keep an eye on each journo under my watch and visit them regularly in their home turf. To keep them on their toes.

But before that, I need to hire two three more people before the year ends.


To power me up today, I had this for brunch:

Scrambled eggs and spicy fish cakes on rice and a bowl of fern salad (with cheese, tomatoes, and onions) and home-made salad dressing. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

The girls and I did a little top-up shopping tonight at Save More. Bringing them with me to do errands to help me carry shopping bags keeps the cobwebs away and their minds healthy.

And we had grilled chicken in barbeque marinade for dinner.

Mmm, smells lovely. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Happy weekend!