I woke up to the sweetest sound I've heard in a long, long time -- the rain on my window panes. But it's over and the humidity is a killer.

By Monday, I'll have so much time in my hands. And I can indulge in the luxury of going back to my first love -- creative writing.

I have a bad, bad cold. I can feel the heat steaming out of my eyes. I feel murderous too but that's not related to the bad cold.

I reeeeeaaalllly don't like Peping Cojuangco.

Ppl flock to Antipolo Cathedral in May. Govt. officials decided to do construction work on a bridge leading to cathedral. Traffic a mess.