It was a promising start. The sun came out and I thought things will be saner today.

Rainy Friday. Flooding. In Manila area. It’s a cursed place, you know. Now I remember why I was fond of wearing boots when I covered the finance department and the central bank—I always had to cross flooded streets.

No, I don’t miss this. It takes forever to book Grab in this kind of Friday. Good thing I decided to bring the car instead of leaving it at the hotel and take a taxi/Grab to BSP.

I got three stories tonight so the effort was worth it. No sign of the Marcoses, which was good, unlike in the past events. My protest of wearing pink didn’t go to waste because people kept commenting about how I stood out among the sea of blacks and greys so people who matter tonight remember me. The regulars to this kind of events still remember me, which is good in my business.

I’m so sleepy. I took antihistamine because an unidentified allergen in our room is wreaking havoc and I’m itchy all over, my throat feels scratchy, and I keep on sneezing. 🥴