Watching Emma. Starting the monday holiday with Jane Austen.

I still think Jose Rizal is a half-baked hero. But he was a brilliant writer.

Whoa. We're the only people inside the cinema. Creepy.

Happy birthday, Pa

It's hard to tell how I feel. But when it rains, you'll know.

It doesn't really matter what time it is if you haven't determined what to do with your time.

Strangely, it still feels like home.

Manila just holds a lot of painful memories... Like traffic, hold up, flood... Char! hello, again...

Tuning in to my Espresso playlist on rhap

If it was this easy to find you, I should be ready for a fall