The week that was

Too many things happened the past week that I wasn’t able to write my thoughts about Hidilyn Diaz and Margielyn Didal making waves a the Tokyo 2020 Olympics.

Margielyn Didal of the Philippines in action at Tokyo Olympics 2020’s women street skateboarding finals at the Ariake Urban Sports Park, Tokyo, Japan on July 26, 2021. (Reuters/Toby Melville)

Margielyn was just a beautiful ray of sunshine in this dark, dark world. The Brazilians love her (and I’ve been seeing their tweets). She was just happy to be there competing and being friends with her competitors.

Meanwhile, that day was one of those days you just want to shut down and ignore the State of the Nation Address of Duterte. He was rambling for three hours, being his usual incoherent, unintelligible self. He even would not exert effort to read his prepared speech well. Then he would segue into one of his stream of consciousness that don’t make sense. When I caught him on TV (a rare moment that I watched TV, by accident), he was invoking China several times that I had hurled a string of invectives at the screen.

The irony later that day was that a woman–which Duterte looks lowly upon–earned the first gold medal for this country in a sport that as seen as masculine. And crushed China. How poetic.

This administration even demonized her when she asked on social media for private sector sponsorship for her bid in the Olympics because government support was not there. Then the DDS crucified her: how dare she challenge the government, the oh so benevolent Duterte! Then she was included by then-Presidential Spokesperson Panelo in the fictional matrix of destabilizers. Which the DDS trolls magnified and made Hidilyn fear for her life.

It gave me goosebumps. Kudos to you, Sgt. Diaz.


I had stayed with my cousin for three days and made sure her mom is stable before I went back home to attend to my household and work. My other cousin (the older one) finally arrived and they were able to make more arrangements in case my aunt turns for the worse. They were able to arrange for a priest administer the Anointment of the Sick (last rites) via video call (IATF protocol says no personal visits yet allowed? Or is this a parish decree? I don’t know) and funeral arrangement when the time comes.

Unfortunately, we will be going on a hard lockdown again a.k.a. enhanced community quarantine (ECQ) on August 6-20 so I don’t know how I would be able to go to my aunt when she…I was already assigned by my family as the first responder.

Speaking of lockdown, I did a lot of errands yesterday and today before everything shuts down. I contacted a plumber who charged me PHP 4,000 for changing faucets. And I had to redo all his work today because he did a bad job.

But it was a learning experience for me. I finally was able to do simple plumbing work like changing faucets.

Now that I know how to apply grout, I can chip away that dingy grout and apply a fresh one. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I had to change this as well because the whole pipe assembly leading to the shower was leaking. The reason why water is not bursting outside the walls is because the broken joint or whatever was being held together by cement. But it’s just as matter of time eventually the thing will give way and I would have a huge problem. We changed the original separate faucet and shower setup to a dual faucet shower installation so we don’t have to open up the concrete walls to install new pipes. This is cheaper and easier.

Unfortunately, the one we installed yesterday was a lemon despite the its hefty price tag. I had it exchanged for a better one and installed this one myself.

I changed faucets! Achievement unlocked.

The rains won’t stop. No chance to ride the bike before ECQ. *Sigh*. So I need to buy that can of paint so I can finally refresh my closets and doors’ paint because Kimchi loooooooooved scratching that corner of my closet. I need to find something to do indoors. The rains would not stop. Soon the strong typhoons would come after August or September.

Looks like a typhoon forming northeast that sucks the southwest monsoon. The dark rain clouds over Luzon have dissipated a bit though.

Because Saturdays

Because Saturdays are for bento and leftovers. Clockwise: leftover Century tuna recycled into sauteed tuna salad, thin scrambled eggs sliced into noodle strips, blanched salted spinach with sesame oil and seeds, and seasoned rice with dried seaweed. Dividers are dried seaweed. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Soybean paste soup with rehydrated kelp, soft tofu, enoki mushrooms. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

We didn’t go out today because I tried fixing and cleaning my six-year-old LG refrigerator. And it took all my energy and it knocked me out by 2:30 pm. It was leaking again so I guess one of the drain tubes got clogged again, same as last year. I tried contacting the repairman but he never responded. So I took matters into my own hands and tried to do what that guy told me to do when this happens again.

As of this hour it hasn’t leaked yet so yey for that. If my fix didn’t address the issue in the coming days, then I guess I have to make that trip to Anson’s in Cash and Carry Makati and buy that Hitachi fridge. If not the Panasonic one.

I need a bigger freezer since we make fridge cakes and ice cream at home.

I read in an FB group about money saving hacks that you can go to Anson’s in Cash and Carry to haggle the sticker price if you pay cash and if you ask nicely ( for a manager’s discount). I know enterprises need to push out inventory as fast as they could and if inventory doesn’t move in xx days/months, they’re losing money. The brands I’m going for are not as popular as Condura/Samsung/LG so I can try my luck. If I can bring it down by PHP 5,000 then I’m good.

Meanwhile, I also need to visit a paint center and check if I can match the color of my closets, which is close to between light blue and Tiffany Blue. Because cats. I patched the scratches with filler but that means I need to cover the wood-colored filler with paint. If I can’t match it, then I would have to sand everything, put a primer, and paint it with teal or light blue.

I’m keeping myself busy so I don’t live inside my head. It’s the most dangerous thing for me these days. If a raw nerve gets plucked, just like last week, it results into basura days.


The IATF has now allowed children above 5 years old to go outdoors but not in malls, restaurants, or any enclosed space. Which is the right thing to do because Indonesia is suffering the consequences of their lax rules.

We still can’t go back to Anilao because the danger of Taal Volcano spewing ash all over the province is high and it could happen any time. We’re waiting for the big one again, just like in January last year. Resorts in Anilao and elsewhere in Batangas had shut down. Right now we’re in Alert No. 3, some communities have already been evacuated.

I’m racking my brain with things that we can do so we don’t go stir crazy and the kids won’t be glued to their computers all the time. Camping is a bit iffy these days given the monsoon rains.

Because we’re bored

So I am now officially on holiday. To kick it off, we started yesterday with fixing the girls’ Secret Room a.k.a. Reading Room or just giant closet with no function.

Glorified store room and book closet. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My daughter, Twin I, asked if we can have a new wall paper and fairy lights. I did buy a big roll of wall paper but no battery-operated fairy lights. I think that can only be had during Christmas.

I ran out of wall paper. I underestimated the size of the walls. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
For the meantime, this will do until I get a chance to go to Ace Hardware and buy more wallpaper. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Et voila! It turned out nice.

Installing peel-and-stick wallpaper is a pain. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Meanwhile, I had to transform that dingy steel drawer so I can use it as a side table.

Two cans of lemon yellow spray paint. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I had a lot of errors but it will do. I’ll just buy another can of spray paint to cover up the errors.

I think it’s cute. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I just need to mount the painting my sister loaned me. But my wall is huge so I need to have another one to balance it. I saw one huge painting in Tiendesitas being sold for a couple of thousands to complement one of the paintings loaned to me.

I just finished packing because we’re going to my hometown and tomorrow we’ll try to go to Caliraya to bike and camp.

Contradictions

My cousin told me one time that among the sisters, I was the one whom she expected to get married, have children, and be domesticated. It’s because when we were growing up, I was the one who was exhibiting homemaking skills and had all things sorted out. Another cousin said that if he were to be stranded at home because of some natural disaster, he would rather be stuck with me than my two sisters because he knew he would survive because I can cook and know my way around the house.

This sounds like I am a very stable and homey person. However, I am also the one who is always courting danger, who will never be content with a desk job. If I didn’t have children, I now would have been jumping off planes, covering wars, trekking to Kilimanjaro for a story.

The domesticated me and the daredevil journalist me are pretty much a contradiction. I’m still figuring it out how they were able to co-exist and how can I satisfy the other one without killing the other one.

Today, the domesticated animal that I am, made the usual Saturday morning fare: brunch bento box. Just because.

Brunch for today. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Since I was feeling extra domesticated, I varnished my coffee table which has been abused by my girls and cats. It has sustained so much wear in less than 3 years. Now it looks new.

New look for my coffee table after varnishing it. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I still had a lot of varnish left that I proceeded to varnish again my bedroom floor.

Varnished again my bedroom floor because I don’t have anything else to do. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

But I ran out of varnish so I couldn’t complete my entire bedroom. Oh well, I need to buy a can of paint anyway so might as well add varnish to my shopping list. I need to paint my walls in the living room, dining area and bathroom…

Oh quarantine, oh quarantine! I should have been planning my Myanmar and Japan trip now but I am just reduced to planning my DIY store shopping 🤦🏻‍♀️

Yes, I am talking about mundane stuff because I don’t want to think about the giant elephant in the room. And yes, it still hurts, I am still angry, and fuck you!

There, that’s better.

I’ve become a boring person

My cat vs printer. Video by CallMeCreation.com

What to do on a Friday night during quarantine, when cases are climbing fast and no vaccination program yet? Watch cats. Specifically, watch cats watch a printer printing and wait for it to spew out paper then kill the paper.

I’ve been printing vintage images to stick on my journal. Because after an 8-hr day of writing and editing, I still do more writing to decompress 🤦🏻‍♀️

My decorated journal. Because I don’t have anything else to do. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

21 years ago, you wouldn’t catch me sober on a weekend night. Now all I want is a nice fluffy bed and a good book.or movie.

If I’m feeling social, I will have a glass of wine or two at Barcino or some wine bar in Makati with friends. Because pre-Covid, driving home on a Friday night is torture as you get stuck on EDSA.

Tomorrow, I cook, clean, garden a little then buy veggies from UP. I’ll coax the girls to come with me to Binangonan for some mountain views and fresh air. If not, then…🤷🏻‍♀️

To still the violent seas

Oyakudon. Photo by Callmecreation.com

My insides are like the roiling seas during a violent storm. I needed to calm it before I explode.

To do that, I needed to revisit what I used to do to reach a zen-like state. So I returned to cooking.

I had abandoned it temporarily because cooking had hurt. I used to do that a lot for him, testing new recipes, learning dishes from his native country. I quit all that. Because I believed that a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach and love can be felt in the food that has been cooked with it. I used to accompany him while he ate, because that’s how you serve food with love, especially after a long hard day at work. Talk about how the day went, talk about politics, about ideas, about the future.

I cooked oyakudon again yesterday as I suddenly craved for something Japanese. Doing so gave me some kind of peace and purpose at the same time. To nourish my body and soul and that of my children.

To inspire me with beauty and stillness of home cooking and homemaking, I had been watching Girl in Calico and The Cottage Fairy on Youtube daily.

There is beauty somewhere even in the darkest night.