Mending fences

I had a very good guy friend (if there was a best guy friend, he was it) in college and we were close. He was there every heartbreak I had. He was protective of us girls in the group. I often had drinking sessions with him. Right after we graduated he confessed: that he liked me from the beginning, on the first day our block met. He said he was in love with me and he took the same classes I took so that we would be classmates. I was so clueless then; I had no idea. And the reason why he didn’t pursue me was I had a boyfriend who was his fraternity brother. When I was free, he was in a relationship with our common friend. He said it was not meant to be.

So I brushed it off and it was like my rejection of him. I did not entertain him.

But his girlfriend knew she was just playing second fiddle to me and was very insecure of me. Since I was also her friend, I chose to cut the ties with both of them so they can live in peace. I had since transferred to Manila.

However, he was being weird and was sending me weird messages on YM and emails. I had to lie that I was already married (but I wasn’t) but the message got warped and it made a whole lot of mess, to make the long story short. His girlfriend was so angry that she called me names and other stuff on the phone. I don’t know why she was angry when I was the one who was already cutting her bf off. So this gf and her bestfriend slandered me online and so on and so forth. Later, things soured between the couple that they split. This guy friend was so angry with me (and I don’t know why when he was the one who was being weird) and that finally burned our bridges.

Years later, the former gf and her bestfriend apologized to me and said it was jealousy and deceit by the guy that propelled her to do what they had done to me. For me it was a non-issue anymore since they were so far removed from my reality…I mean I was leading a very different life and they no longer mattered.

A few months ago, this guy friend requested to follow me on Instagram. I was glad that he no longer has issues with me. Today, this guy friend reached out to me on IG and asked about my kids that he often sees on my posts. I also commented on his kids and we were talking about kids, his wife, raising children, etc. It was like nothing happened. We are finally mending fences after 20 years. He said when we come back to our hometown, he’ll bring his kids to meet mine.

You know, when the friendship is true, it doesn’t matter how far and how long you had been away from each other. You will still be friends again at some point. Because you respected each other and if you hurt each other in the past, in the end it won’t matter anymore because the ties that bound you are still there.

I can’t say the same for romantic relationships that were built on lies and deceit.


My little pink rose. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

This rose struggled but against all odds it bloomed again. It started out as plain pink rose but now it bloomed into a variegated mini rose.

They lived! Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My flowers survived days after their transplant/re-potting. Yey! The real culprit in many of my plants’ death is the root rot because the water didn’t drain well. The planter’s holes were blocked so I spent almost an hour just punching holes in this one and changed soil. Now I have to condition it with humic acid fertilizer that I buy online. This was effective in helping my dormant roses and mums flower again.

My garden at night. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My goal is to fill every nook and cranny of this small courtyard with flowers before we leave this apartment next year. I want this to bloom all year-round.

Slowly. One step at a time. I am building myself up again, mending fences with the past, and forging a new future with new self-respect, love, and appreciation for myself and for whatever I have. Because as I said before, all I want is to have peace and be content.


Time check: 3:42 am. Damn, I only slept for 30 mins. I could no longer go back to sleep. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Art day

My cat, Sushi, tore the watercolor drawing I was trying to salvage. Oh well.

This is what Twin A has been doing if she’s not creating flowers or mushrooms with polymer clay.

Studying shadows and light. Art by Twin A, photo by CallMeCreation.com

Because she’s been learning by herself with the help of videos and online resources, I decided to have an art day today as self-love gifts to ourselves. We went to Art Bar in National Bookstore along Quezon Ave to buy supplies. I prefer that branch because there are only a few people there.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

These charcoal pencils below used to be my medium of choice. I don’t know why I stopped drawing with charcoal. Ah! Because they were hard to buy in our hometown and I needed to go to Manila whenever I ran out of supplies. If there were charcoal pencils in our local art/school supplies stores, they were limited since the pencil number/grades available are few.

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Twin A chose this today so I guided her in buying supplies such as erasers and blotters because those were the things that I often ran out of/went missing. It’s hard to blot/blend with just fingers at times. The little jars there are charcoal dust but I should just teach her how to make her own.

Brushes. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Of course I bought my own supplies because I find drawing/painting more therapeutic because intrusive thoughts are less compared to sewing by hand.

After I get the hang of it again, I’ll graduate to the 90 colors. I used to work with water color tubes but they dry out on me fast and the tubes harden = unusable. I like the pan-type because they’re transportable and the artist I admire these days showed me that pans are as versatile as tubes.

This guy, Jose Naranja, inspired me to have an art journal. I was too chicken to start a few years ago but now that I need art therapy, I think I can start with my Moleskine drawing notebooks I had been keeping for a couple of years.

After ArtBar/National Bookstore (Twin I bought crochet hooks and yarn), we proceeded to Wilcon Home Depot to check out bathroom fixtures for our flat. I decided to push back the construction to November because 1) we had omicron in the compound; 2) Right after construction we can move in instead of letting the flat be empty for six months before we move in. So whatever adjustments we need to do, the workers/contractor are still on-call.

The twins convincing me to have these granite flooring for the bathroom. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
I like this compact tub. I wonder how much it’s going to cost transporting from QC to my hometown…Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Testing the rain showers. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Deep kitchen sinks. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Checking out kitchen counter tops. I told them I don’t like tiles. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
I vetoed a shower enclosure. You always have to wipe off the enclosure every after shower, which is double the work. If you neglect doing it, water streaks or scaling will appear over time. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Checking out more loft beds. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

It was a lovely day out for us with less humans around. We treated ourselves to stuff that will keep us busy in the following days. Until the girls had their second vax dose, I think we better stick to more domestic activities before we venture out of Metro Manila again.

10 steps forward, 2 steps back

“I also felt that way,” my friend told me this morning. “It took me a long time to process and two years later I still think about it. But it’s a big thing that I realized slowly my worth to my family, friends, and work. It’s a big deal that I know myself and what values and dreams I have.”

She continued: “If you know yourself and your values and dreams, it’s a big factor in accepting yourself and you are both different–it will be easier for you to rise from this challenge. It’s not because you found someone else but because you know who you are and you are happy with who you are.”

“You need to look at yourself and appreciate what you have and what you are. Because he cannot take that away from you, unless you let him.”

Words of encouragement from friends are what keep me from falling off the rails.

That’s why I tried to find myself because I lost so much…I lost almost everything. But he can’t take away my essence.

I clearly remember him asking me, “Will you be my home?” I offered him a home. Then he threw it back to my face. He must have been play-acting at that time he asked me.

In any case, I am still home to friends and family. K says that he loves it that my apartment feels homey and I’ve always cooked for friends when they’re here. My friends are always welcome to stay when they are weary. This is where my cousin runs to when she needs to. Because I am home to many of my loved ones. My arms are always open to those who needed a hug, love, and assurance. And as my friend told me this morning, be happy that you have that capacity to give because many don’t.

J admonished me one time. “Why do you keep on saying these positive things when things are bad?” he told me bitterly while we were walking around University Avenue for exercise. He was having a hard time at work. I told him, “because you need support and I believe in you,” I said.

I guess he didn’t value that.

He didn’t value anything about me.

But he will no longer dictate my value.

I am somebody a guy would be proud to walk hand-in-hand with and I don’t have to dress like a hooker to be viewed as beautiful. I am somebody who makes government officials think and sit up on their chairs when I quiz them on national television. I am somebody who can be a panelist in an international investor conference, quizzing global CEOs and CFOs on stage to extricate important points and not just go through uninteresting questions. I am one of the resources tapped by our global HQ to train employees on public speaking. I’ve been training reporters for more than a decade. I inherited my parents’ brains and I’m not just some bimbo pretending to be more important than I really am. My job title is not empty. People take me seriously and when I speak, they listen. As one Finance official told me, I am a no nonsense journalist.

And my team values me. Somebody who left the team wanted to come back when he learned I would soon be heading the team. I have lifted others from other teams to expand their horizons and with my encouragement, they have shifted roles, climbed up, and are now discovering their true worth.

I am a good friend, a good daughter, and had been a good partner. I have many imperfections but it’s ok, at least I am not evil. I can still drink like a sailor and I’m cool to have around–that’s why my guy friends voted to make me as one of their co-hosts because I can understand whatever rocks their boats and they feel safe with me.

To my children, I am their world–for now.

I had worn so many hats for J: a lover, a nurturer, a domestic goddess, a cheerleader, a business partner, a friend, a sounding board, an adventurer–and so much more. I understood his interests and hobbies without any effort at all because my interests run along the same course. I don’t find his geekiness weird or a quirk; I’m a geek as well. He didn’t have to pretend with me at all even if he did because I accepted him as he was. Pity he didn’t see all these.

He will never find another one like me. And he just threw me away.

I am down in the dumps again. I have taken 10 steps forward, two steps back with this latest setback.

But I will rise again. This mental breakdown was just caused by so much trauma. I’m stronger than this.


Since I slept at past 5 am today, I was more useless today than previous days. I still managed to have several calls, got some leads, and worked on some stories with other colleagues from other parts of Asia. But basically the writing part is still stuck because my brain is half asleep. I was supposed to have dinner at 6 pm tonight in Makati with some journo friends (from competing international news agencies) but I was too sleepy to drive so it was a no-go.

So I just turned to my garden, to make my hands busy.

Carnations. Because the national campaign is PINK. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
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My rose is blooming again. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Once I have my own real garden, it would be blooming with more flowers and vegetables.

Because I am a nurturer. A creator. I am Creation.

Lunar New Year

At SM Marikina. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I’m running out of time trying to finish a long piece before the whole of Asia goes on holiday for the Lunar New Year. People in Hong Kong and Malaysia will be slowing down tomorrow and everyone will be off the entire week next week.

I haven’t been really productive as I should have been because I’m always sleepy during the day. I woke up at 5 am today after sleeping at around past 3 am to cook breakfast. Ate C was sick after getting her booster shot so I had to take over.

Slept at 6 am again then got woken up at 7 because the cats kept opening my door (since it’s broken, it had no resistance). I desperately wanted a quick shuteye so I threw out the cats, stuck something to my door so they can’t push it, and slept. But work beckoned at 9 am. 😕

Enough is enough. I went to SM Marikina this evening to buy a barrel lock, some door handles, wood glue and other stuff.

It’s ugly AF but it does the job. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

That should keep out the cats. I’ll solve the ugliness later.

During the small hours that I’m awake, I try to make myself fall asleep by thinking of projects I must do. One of those times I thought about removing my piano setup near the stairs and replace it with some drawers to corral my kids’ stuff that overflowed from their small study area.

Now it’s neater. That painting above was done by my sister. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Bike helmets, shopping bags, and cat supplies are also stuffed in there.

And of course, my cats have started to claim the area as their own.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Now I need to go to Mr DIY again for fake indoor plants/flowers. Because cats.

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.

Mini washing machine

I am a lazy ass homemaker.

I used my credit card points to exchange for Lazada electronic gift checks that were enough to buy me a mini washing machine for PhP 2,000.

Its capacity is 2 kg and a little bigger than our plastic pail. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
The brand is Union. It washes for maximum of 15 mins per load. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
It fits under our clothes hanger. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I bought this primarily to wash our foot mats and rags that we use to clean up counters–because I don’t want to wash them by hand and spend my entire weekend brushing rags/ foot mats. I experienced the entire Christmas break just soaking these rags/mats in detergent and were just in basins for 2 weeks until Ate C came back.

So when I tried it today, I loaded it with two foot mats and just enough water (about half of the tub) and washed it for 15 mins. Then I let down the drain tube to let the water out (it doesn’t automatically drain) then poured water from the bucket into the tub for an initial rinse for 15 mins.

It doesn’t have a spin dryer so you have to manually wring the water out from the rags/clothes and hang to air dry.

My girls asked why can’t we use our 8 kg automatic washing machine to wash our rags? I said I don’t want dirty rags/mats to be washed in the same tub where we wash our clothes. Nope.

This mini washing machine is ideal for small condo units and for dorms, if you’re not fond of hand washing your undies and some shirts. I reckon you can wash 3-4 adult T-shirts in one load or 5 boxer shorts. Some reviewers on Lazada said they bought this to wash baby clothes.

My brother’s wife wanted to buy this too because while they use laundromats for their clothes, there are some items that needed to be hand washed like my brother’s undies (tee hee!).