Adieu 2024

2024 is almost coming to a close. It’s been a good year—not a great one, though—because, like any other year, it had its own challenges. As for me, this year was alright. My siblings and I adopted three strays and gave them a “fur-ever” home, which was quite unexpected. The first cat my sister and I adopted after moving up north is now 12 years old, and it took us 10 long years before we had another. That second cat is a sweet, 2-year-old Calico kitten from our neighborhood. I’d always wanted a Calico ever since I saw a massive 3D billboard in Japan’s Shibuya Crossing on social media. It featured a Calico cat staring at pedestrians, much like a real cat enjoying the view from a window, and I found it absolutely adorable.  

Most of my wishes came true this year. However, my siblings and I had been hoping for a cat of a different color, which we still don’t have. We didn’t want to buy one, as we’re against purchasing animals when so many strays need homes. Unexpectedly, my eldest sister in the south mentioned a cat family—a black mother cat and her three kittens—that had suddenly appeared at her house. My niece began feeding them since they visited frequently. When she sent us pictures, one kitten immediately caught our attention. Its eye color and fur made it clear it was a Siamese, a breed uncommon in the Philippines but often seen roaming temples in Thailand.

Sadly, one of the kittens, a Calico, passed away for reasons we couldn’t determine—maybe she was the weakest of the litter. Heartbroken, we decided to adopt the remaining three cats, including the mama. We arranged for a pet transport service to bring them from the south to the north, which took about 12 hours (because of the pets they pick up and drop off to their destinations during stops) but was a smooth and comfortable journey for them. Now, they’re all healthy and happy. This year, we had Luna, the mama cat, spayed, and our project for 2025 is to have the two boy kittens neutered to give them a better and longer life.  

On the downside, I’ve been quite complacent about my health this year, which turned out to be a mistake. I skipped my annual doctor’s visit because I hate the long wait times—seriously, doctors are always hours late. I regretted this decision when I started falling sick frequently during the last quarter of the year. Instead of spending Christmas joyfully, I had to make a mandatory trip to the doctor for prescriptions and ended up nursing a cold and a persistent cough. I was prescribed antibiotics and felt miserable while everyone else was busy celebrating. The cats, sensing my fever, swarmed around me the entire time. Lesson learned: health truly is wealth. No matter how hard you work, it’s all for nothing if you don’t take care of yourself. I’m grateful to the Almighty for not forsaking me despite all my health struggles this year.

To wrap up 2024, I’d say I explored some new places. I checked out a new Korean coffee shop in town, took a last-minute trip with my sister, and revived my love for collecting things—fridge magnets and Pop Mart’s Hirono and Skullpanda figures. I recently got a couple of Skullpandas, and I was ecstatic about how eccentric they were.  Another highlight of the year was letting go of old grudges. I forgave people who had wronged me, even if they never apologized. I realized I don’t want to harbor hatred—it’s just not worth it.  I don’t have New Year’s resolutions, but I’ve promised myself to take better care of my health in 2025. I also plan to focus more on myself instead of pouring all my time and energy into others while neglecting my own needs. Next year, I want to prioritize my well-being, do things that make my soul happy, and treat myself more. I’ve given my best to others—it’s time to do the same for myself.  So, goodbye, 2024. You weren’t the best, but you weren’t the worst either. I’m hopeful that 2025 will be brighter—not just for me but for my country as well. Despite the challenges our nation has faced in recent years, I believe this too shall pass. I remain hopeful that someday, new leadership will bring positive change.

Here’s to a better year ahead.  🎇

'Tis The Season

I don’t know why, despite living in a house surrounded by massive pine trees, I can’t seem to find peace. I guess it’s just the traffic in my head, as I talk to myself a lot. My mind is constantly jumping from one errand to another, even though I haven’t finished the task at hand—whether it’s a household chore or something I’m organizing. It leaves me feeling completely restless.  

And let’s not even talk about the season. A supposedly short trip to the supermarket drains me because of the swarm of people. The once-cold climate now feels like summer, not because of the locals, but because of the influx of people from out of town.  

Anyway, I decided to stay home instead of spending my day off outside. The sheer number of people makes me feel like water melting—I just want to seep through pipes to avoid being squished. So, I’ll keep myself busy shopping for groceries online, even if the delivery fees are hefty. It’s just more convenient during this season. Let’s face it: a trip to the local shops isn’t worth it right now. Instead, I’ll focus on planning our holiday tablescapes and menu.  

Sissy has already conceptualized our holiday tablescape, but I know it’ll change at the last minute—fickle-mindedness always wins with women. Honestly, I do the same with my outfits. No matter how carefully planned they are the day before, I often change my mind minutes before leaving, obsessing over which color combinations match my shoes or earrings.  

For now, we’re going with purple, bronze, and gold for the tablescape. I bought transparent charger plates, purple table napkins, and a tablecloth to match, but something still feels off. It doesn’t spark joy, so we’ll probably need to spruce it up—it’s looking a bit sad and outdated. 

December is, without a doubt, the most expensive month of the year. Blame it on culture, religion, and commercialism. If the Spaniards hadn’t colonized the Philippines, we probably wouldn’t even have Christmas! Gift-giving isn’t mandatory, but let’s be honest—where’s the Christmas spirit without it? It’s like an unspoken obligation, even though no one outright says it’s required.  

On another note, my senior cat has been quite sickly lately. He’s so stubborn, always licking the floor for some odd reason. Cats are truly strange creatures. I’ve been begging him to postpone his sickness because the traffic to the vet is insane, not to mention the hefty vet bills. Senior cats are a lot like senior humans—they’re stubborn and seem to take joy in breaking the rules. Tell them not to do something, and they’ll do it even more, as if the world is ending.  

This year, I’ve been the laziest when it comes to Christmas shopping. I guess it’s because everything can be bought online now, so the thrill of asking people what they want is gone—they can just get it themselves. Maybe someday, everything will just magically appear before our eyes, given how fast technology is advancing.  

As for me, my happiness doesn’t come from grand things but from tiny trinkets—bits and bobs of cute stuff. I don’t even know what they are, but I’ll recognize them when I see them.  

Wandering Soul

I think I've finally reached my ultimate burnout stage, and I feel bad for my sister, who has become the sponge for all my rants. One day, I just blurted it out and decided to go on a trip, which didn't really leave her with much of a choice but to go along with my spur-of-the-moment craziness. I'm always the impulsive one. Luckily, she's excellent at making our travel itineraries, no matter how last-minute it is. I don’t know how she does it, but she does. It’s a skill I haven't been able to adapt to because I’m used to planning ahead but I’m also impulsive—so go figure. Somehow, it works for me in some strange way.

Anyway, I decided to make the most of my couple of days off and traveled six hours away with little sleep and no clear plans—no idea where to go or what to do. I asked my sister to book our accommodation the night before, although I had already packed my bags two days ahead, thinking I might travel soon, just not knowing where. When I told her I was going, she said she couldn’t let me travel alone. So technically, she was compelled to come with me on this trip because I hadn’t slept enough, and it could lead to a series of unfortunate events, especially after a graveyard shift. Off we went on this impromptu trip, purchasing tickets just minutes before the bus left.

The 6-hour journey was supposed to be grueling, but my squeamishness about traveling after such a long time took over. I barely slept the whole time, maybe because of the Vietnamese coffee my sister let me have hours before. I wasn't in the best state during the trip because I kept forcing myself to stay awake to enjoy the beautiful view from the window. The cold, fresh air from the window tempted me to sleep, but I kept telling myself, “Snap out of it! You can't sleep right now!”

Day 1 officially began when we arrived just after 2 PM. After more than six hours without sleep and no breakfast, we finally reached our destination, but somehow, exhaustion didn’t get in the way. After locating our accommodation and paying tourist fees, we went to a trending spot that we found on TikTok. We didn’t pick it because it was famous—honestly,

we couldn’t care less about that—but because it served vegan/vegetarian dishes, which are still uncommon in this country for some reason.

The food was great, with big portions that left us feeling like we had eaten all day. It was a bit on the pricey side, as expected with mostly vegan and vegetarian dishes. What I loved about the cafe was the view and the rustic aesthetic. Plus, the people running it were very personable. It felt like a café/souvenir shop, which was cool.

The last time we visited this town was 16 years ago, and a lot has changed. The roads are better now, and there are many hole-in-the-wall cafés and endless places to stay, so you can pick one upon arrival. What keeps this town's charm intact is that they don’t allow outsiders to own property or businesses, keeping things local, which is a good thing in many ways. Despite the progress, the town’s old charm remained.

Day 2: We decided to have breakfast at a restaurant just a short walk from our lodging. The place had been around for a long time and had expanded. It used to be a small diner made of pine wood, but now it’s four times its original size and has a fine-dining vibe with an American country home feel. The photographs of the natives, which tell the town’s history, are still there. We were a bit disappointed that there weren’t many vegetarian options on the menu, but since we were famished, we had to make do with what was available. The town has a few places with vegetarian options, but they’re mostly located on the outskirts.

After breakfast, we took a walk for some fresh air and also figured out where to purchase tickets for our return trip the next day. We visited a church we had gone to a long time ago, and not much had changed. It was an Episcopalian church, so we just stopped by since it was open to the public, but it was empty. The first time we went there, it was summer, so it was packed. November is the best time to visit because it’s not tourist season, just lots of backpackers from different countries.

By noon, we weren’t very hungry, so we stopped at a place that sold homemade wheat bread and bought a few to take away. For lunch, we picked another hole-in-the-wall café, just a short walk from the bakery, which also offered vegetarian food. I had their vegetarian curry, and my sister had pesto pasta. Before heading back to our accommodation, of course, we couldn’t leave without bringing home the famous lemon pie the town is now known for. Our older sibling had specifically asked for it. To cap off the day, we went to this food spot which holds a special place in our hearts. We had visited it before with our mom when she was still alive. This time, instead of a full meal, we opted for some refreshing cold treats—because in this town, it’s hard to ever feel truly hungry. Maybe it’s the weather. As night descended, we began getting ready for our early morning journey back.

Day 3: We took the earliest bus back home, which left at 5 AM, and it was pitch-black outside! I was totally exhausted, but I’d definitely do it all over again. Like I always tell myself, “Go, just go.” Skip the whole planning thing. There’s nothing more exhilarating than traveling spontaneously and unannounced. Just make sure you have travel funds—that’s all. Maybe out of the country next year? Who knows. First, I’ll make sure I’m physically fit for it. My goal for now is to get ample rest. 😴

Self-repair

 

Lately, I’ve been caught in a cycle of self-doubt and procrastination. I realize I need time away to focus on finding inner peace because I’ve been struggling with my own inner battles. I feel drained, stuck in negativity, and constantly questioning whether my best efforts are ever enough.

I’ve been reflecting a lot on what the coming year might hold and considering the changes I need to make. Right now, I feel like a tumbleweed, drifting aimlessly without direction. I think I need to escape somewhere where I can breathe fresh air and reconnect with myself. Moving forward feels essential, and I believe traveling more next year could help me regain clarity and purpose.

I’m searching for balance and working to shake off the weight of negativity I’ve been carrying. I crave the warmth of the sun, the excitement of new places, and a clearer vision for what’s ahead. I need to heal—I feel like a broken machine trying to piece itself back together.

Little Treasures

Hatsune Miku, Satoru Gojo, Kasugano Sora
& Ana Folger figures

Ok, so I promise to stop at five of these Hirono, and then I’ll move on to collecting Pop Mart's Skull Panda. As I said, I don’t hoard; I just collect a few. My interest in anime figures waned, and I stopped at eight because I moved on to collecting Hirono. Anyway, collecting gives me a sense of identity, emotional comfort, and enjoyment. Unboxing these pieces makes me feel like a child, giddy with excitement. It’s a brief escape from adulthood.

The emergence of Hirono figures

Lang created the character Hirono for Popmart. With Hirono, Lang aimed to capture the full range of human emotions—love, joy, sadness, fear, kindness, and even moments of vulnerability.

Robot 

The characters bear the inscription

I am not a toy, a plea to recognize their worth and not discard them easily. As robots dedicate their entire lives to serving humans, they are often discarded after aging or making a minor mistake.

Series: The Hirono Little Mischief series by Pop Mart is about a mischievous character named Hirono who loves getting into trouble and playing pranks.

Warrior

Hirono often shows a protective side, which is the essence of this warrior figure. He stands ready to defend what he considers home.

Series: The Hirono Shelter series is a blind-box collection by Pop Mart that conveys the search for peace and solace in a chaotic world.

Devilry

Red, to cover up cowardice, and pretending to be strong. The world continually

evolves into a new identity, driving away uneasiness.

Series: The Hirono Mime series by Pop Mart is a collection of blind-box toys exploring themes of identity, complex emotions, and the hidden pathways of the human mind.

Reference: 

Tiktok: @fortherwin_

Sundaze

I've been watching a lot of The 1975 lately because their videos keep bombarding my feeds. I don’t know, I just love watching Matty Healy do his own thing on stage, singing as if he’s in a world of his own, like he just doesn’t care. His stage antics can be both annoying and enjoyable, making you envious of how carefree he seems—with a bottle of alcohol in one hand and a mic in the other, traversing the stage like no one’s watching. I have to admit, the band’s songs are a magnet for people who are addicted to sadness, heart-wrenching, and melodic music.

I never knew about The 1975 until I heard “About You.” The song is so painfully personal that listening to it feels almost intrusive, like the lyrics belong in a private journal. But I guess it resonates with a lot of people, which explains its popularity.

This is just me taking my mind off things because I want to disappear so badly these days. I wish I could just go back indefinitely. I wish I may.

Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness

I'm back on the graveyard shift, and I literally feel like a ghost working at night again. But that’s life. My body clock has been irrevocably damaged from all the past schedule changes, so nothing's likely to bring it back to normal. I avoided visiting graveyards this All Souls' and All Saints' Day because I hate the crowds. 

Living in a really touristy area means even the graveyards are swarmed with people who often treat them like campsites, losing the true essence of the season. As much as I wanted to visit my mom's niche, I didn't go—it’s a sad place for me, and I talk to her every night or day (?) before I sleep to tell her about my day, whether it’s been rough or not.

One nice thing about columbariums is that they’re blessed by a priest and prayed over every November 1st. Still, I prefer solitude when I visit my mom’s urn; I don’t need to chit-chat or make small talk with strangers.

Anyway, moving on. My siblings decided to join the neighborhood in the whole trick-or-treat thing, which didn’t happen on the 31st due to bad weather, so it was postponed to yesterday. Not that I cared—I was asleep and just heard a loud cheer that startled me awake. I almost fell out of bed, only to realize the noise came from kids excitedly trick-or-treating and enjoying the candy my siblings prepared for them. In short, it was a hit.

I can already feel the Christmas breeze these days. The cold front is finally here, and for someone like me, who’s always cold, it feels like borderline hypothermia.

Working at night makes me feel like a ghost, hovering back and forth.