Oct
20-21
I. The final boss is my little sis
Tue: Iced French vanilla
Wed: Brown sugar latte
Thu: Matcha latte
Fri: Java chip frappuccino
Sat: Spanish latte + Taro Milktea (i'm
not telling her)
Sun: Caffe latte
Mon: Spanish latte + Matcha green
tea for me.
Plus ice cream for little sis to keep her hands off my drinks.
Tue: Matcha latte
Wed: Brown sugar espresso
Thu: Spanish latte + extra shot for
me. One strawberry matcha for the minor because if I don’t get her one she’s
gonna be like, ‘THE AUDACITTTYYYY!’
Fri: Iced Americano
Sat: Brewed iced coffee for me.
Matcha milk + strawberry matcha for the kiddo. (Gonna hide the cheesy sausage,
ham & cheese, garlic cheese, and cinnamon bread. But if she catches me
red-handed, I'll sacrifice the garlic.)
I’m getting
it sorted now so I don’t have to waste time debating over drinks when I need to
be cramming. Btw, I'm building a solid base in sales before I throw myself into
the Megaworld grind. 'Cause lil sis would have some serious ammunition against
me if I just showed up expecting someone to hold my hand through every little
thing. I’d better make sure my skull isn't just hollow space 'cause I always
tell her to think for herself. Academically, kiddo's either in the top 5 or
sitting at rank 1. Now, if she ever knew sales had rankings, too, she'd
absolutely roast my ass into oblivion if I couldn't even wiggle my way into the
top 10.
II.
You can't put this in Excel
Back in grade
school, our class adviser called me “bobo” in front of the whole class. Then she even spelled it out. B-O-B-O.
Sobrang
motivational noh? It’s like, nothing gets me moving quite like being publicly
destroyed by a teacher in front of the whole class. And when everyone’s
laughing and you’re put on the spot, you just laugh along. What else can you
do? I was just sitting there trying to laugh it off, giving an Oscar-worthy
performance just so nobody noticed my own destruction chubby cheeks.
Here's a
little backstory.
I transferred
from a private school to a public one, and my new adviser seemed determined to
prove that the students there were better than me. You'd think I didn't even
deserve a place in her Section 2 class. But bless my old school for drilling
the routine of praying before class into us, as well as treating teachers like
parents. Besides, what's the point of a private school if I can't even show
basic manners? So there I sat, being publicly humiliated wondering how this
counts as teaching kung iaabot ko pa ba sa kanya ‘tong dalawang empanada na
pinapasuyo ng nanay ko.
Alam mo ba,
hinintay ko munang maiwan kaming dalawa. Inabot ko yung balot ng empanada nang
mabilisan tas tumakbo ako na parang nag-iwan ako ng granada. On the bright
side, I didn't come out of that experience completely humorless. I’d choose her
as my teacher all over again. I just know that at some point, she ended up enjoying
having me around. She even paired me up with a ka-loveteam who was also into
Dragon Ball Z haha
Decades
later, that chubby-cheeked kid landed an analyst role at the number one bank in
the US. JPMorgan Chase. But the coolest thing I did there wasn't drinking all
the free drinks at their vending machines and playing werewolf games with the
work fam. It was just another client call where I thankfully felt human again.
Not like some lifeless fish, or some AI robot with the warmth of a morgue.
The client
started telling me about the things he was struggling with, and I just listened.
I shared a little about how I'd been clueless about a lot of things myself. I
was even just fumbling my way through things at first, and we kinda laughed
about it. But that doesn’t mean we can’t learn it or that we're just bad at it,
right? We can just take it one day at a time.
And then I
shut up.
After a few
seconds, he said something that completely exposed me as a total softie. I even
saved it in a sticky note on my computer.
“Rose, you make me feel good.”
Dinner time.
I'm listening to "The Reason a Doctor Will Outsell You Every Time." Might
as well get a little smarter habang ngumunguya. Sunday’s when I’m gonna map out
my big goals for the next five years, then break them all down into one-year,
six-month, and three-month chunks. I also want to know what could screw this up
so I don’t freeze like a deer caught in headlights. Or worse, get tangled up in
romance when my honest-to-god goal is to just see what it’s like to live like a
Buddhist monk before I die.
Speaking of
distraction, you wouldn’t believe how many curious souls have tried to shoot
their shot with me using "Wrecking Ball." Kung yan naman ang go-to
song ng mga taong curious sa'yo, mapapaisip ka na lang kung para sa’yo ba
talaga ang romance, noh? Like, they're putting all this energy into you, and
you're just trying to decide if you want chicken or pork for dinner ‘cause you
just don't seem to fall in love the way everyone else does.
Oct
23-24
I. She's
good at making my ragebait backfire
Little sis
and I saved a drowning rat earlier, and she was so happy that Mickey Mouse got
his freedom. I asked her why saving it was such a big deal when we could’ve
just ignored it. She looked at me like I’d just escaped from a mental hospital.
If she can survive me playing devil's advocate, nobody else out there can
easily get under her skin. Of course, she makes sure I get my daily dose of
karma too. HAHAHA
II.
You can call me a zeta, a psychopath, a house cat, or whatever category you
just invented in the shower
You know what
this picture makes me think of?
I'm standing
up here by the window, looking across at the other building, and honestly, just
watching people walking along the streets below lowers my cortisol levels.
You might be
wondering why I'm gatekeeping my peace, hmm... kase minsan, gusto mo lang
mag-exist nang walang kumakausap sa'yo. It's kinda like when you're on the
toilet. Yung nagkukuskos ka ng toilet bowl ha? Hindi mo naman aayain ang best
friend mo na tumambay habang ginagawa mo yan, di ba? But jokes aside, I don't
leave my peace in someone else's hands.
Anyway, I was just having fun thinking up a little character sketch of you
today. You’ve got that thing like... how would I put it? You don’t dilute your
flavor just because some people can’t handle the spice or just downright lack
taste. May pa-character analysis? Plus, you don't want things handed to you. Mas
gusto mong pagtrabahuhan ang isang bagay kesa basta na lang iabot sa'yo on a
silver platter. Kaya hindi rin nakakapagtaka na mailap ka. And you seem like
someone who likes keeping a little mystery, too.
P.S. Sketches
like this are easier to write than to share.
The
Observer's Notes
Wed.
November 11, 2026
The grief
Ano ba talaga
ang dahilan kung bakit gustong-gustong umuwi ng isang bata? May mga batang
excited na makauwi kase alam nilang may yayakap sa kanila pagdating nila. Yung
hindi pa nga nakakapaghubad ng sapatos, may magtatanong na kung anong nangyari.
May mag-aalala kapag hindi maganda ang pakiramdam nila at mag-aasikaso kapag
hindi sila okay. And then there are those who grow up never knowing what that
feels like, or that they could have had it too. Sila yung mga batang umuuwi na
may sugat sa tuhod, tapos wala man lang naghihintay sa kanila sa bahay. Sila na
lang din ang maglilinis ng sugat nila. How do you even recognize that kind of
grief when it doesn't look like what we usually associate with sadness? Have
you ever listened to a grown man cry as he talks about the boy he once was, who
just wanted someone to hold his hand?
Now I'm just here, watching him look at someone who had the kind of childhood
he never got to have. People might mistake it for envy. But what if it's not
even envy? Maybe it's not that you want what someone else has. You just find
yourself asking God what it would've been like to have that, too. Tinatanong mo
na lang Siya... Why did I have to feel abandoned?
A part of me
wishes he had never had to go through any of that. May parte sa pinagdaanan
niya na akin din naman. Pero hindi excuse yun para i-compromise ang morality
ko. Alam ko namang basag na yung tao, but a tragic upbringing can never be a
free pass to keep passing the damage around.
Sun. March
8, 2026
The ones you
least expect
I was looking
into a case earlier involving 11 different individuals. It’s such a random mix
of people with totally different backgrounds, kaya naman kanya-kanya sila ng
trip at diskarte sa kung pa'no sila mag-cope. Wala naman akong balak
mag-imbestiga sa buong buhay nila. Gusto ko lang talagang makita kung ano yung
mismong nag-forge sa kanila. It’s a shame the file just glossed over that.
Hindi yung
mga halatang sketchy na tao na pag nakasalubong mo, mapapalingon ka na lang sa
likod mo. O yung mga taong mapapa-isip ka kung safe ka ba talaga kapag kayong
dalawa lang ang nasa elevator. You know what I always tell my little sis? It’s
always the ones who seem the safest who you really need to watch out for.
Wed. January
14, 2026
The
father
There’s this
case I ran into the other day that left a weird taste in my mouth. Was it even
the killing that got to me? Not really. It was watching how extreme love can be
just as unsettling as extreme violence.
Most people felt they understood why the father swapped places with his
daughter and staged the crime as his own. Kasi diba, sinong ama ang hindi
handang maging halimaw para lang protektahan ang kaisa-isa niyang anak? Most
were quick to praise him, saying anyone else would have just saved their own
skin. But he didn’t. Some were like, you can’t really know… not until it’s your
kid in the fire, and you can’t just look away.
Kapag nakita mong nasusunog ang anak mo (literal o figurative), hindi magse-set
up ng Excel sheet ang utak mo para i-calculate lang ang pros and cons. Bago pa
makapag-isip ang logic mo, nakatalon ka na sa apoy.
While most were busy romanticizing the sacrifice, a few kept questioning why a
murder cover-up was being hyped as heroic. Honestly, I noticed myself wanting
to admire the father. But I didn’t. I’m neither the dad nor part of the crowd.
All I did was watch what the story brought up in people.
Sun. January
11, 2026
The girl
There was
this case of a girl who went through abuse from her father and was just
abandoned by her mother. Somewhere along the way, she stopped being able to
feel for other people. It’s like her heart carried too much pain and had to
close. On the outside she went about life like any other student, even covering
her own tuition. By the time she graduated college, she had learned how to look
okay on the outside, even though inside, she was living in her own hell.
Anyone can
have their opinion about her crime. That’s their take, not mine. Deciding who
deserves hell isn’t my job anyway. I’m not here to play judge. I’m trying to
understand how hell gets built inside a person.
Kinda
explains why people-watching’s my thing. Not that I’m wondering what they’re
really feeling or trying to read them or anything. I’m no Sherlock Holmes,
geez. I just like watching the cause and effect of people’s choices. That’s it.
Wed. January
7, 2026
The
Illusion
Last year, I
came across two cases. One was a college student in an old neighborhood who was
raped and had her money stolen by a plumber she had believed she could trust.
The other was a girl in a condo who was killed by a close friend who had access
to her place.
Sometimes I
think “safe” is just a word we like to believe in.
One victim
trusted a stranger who appeared helpful. The other trusted someone they thought
they knew well.
This made me
pause and think about how I’d explain this to Elyza. But instead of just
telling her that trust isn’t something you hand out like candy, I’d rather ask,
“How would you navigate that?”
Wed.
April 23, 2025
The love letter
The
sorrow, the grace, the humor
Your eyes were a silent cry
despite the smile on your lips. You held a smile, even as you fell apart like a
wineglass in slow motion. In that quiet sorrow, I saw your heart kneeling in
prayer. You bleed, yes, but you still carry the devil so gracefully.
I, however, speak to him like
we’re both in on a joke, while sipping on a chilled glass of orange juice, as
my little sister casually munches on ice cubes.
Companionship
without ownership
Love is not a rescue mission.
Saving is ego’s way of pretending it’s a lifeguard,
because it sees someone as broken.
We may bend, my darling,
but we never break.
Saving is ego.
Seeing is loving without editing.
One believes,
"You're incomplete without me."
The other whispers,
"You are not alone, my friend."
One is a cage
dressed as care.
The other is an altar that says,
"Whether you come or go, your freedom remains."










