August 14, 2016
I'm watching the skies over at Ortigas and I can see that it's sunny there. It's pouring where I am. I'll be walking to a cab with an umbrella and still manage to get thoroughly wet. I'll arrive at Ortigas dripping while everyone there is dry. This is how I feel most days back then. By back then, I mean when I wasn't so sure of myself as I am now. Don't get me wrong, I'm still not so sure of myself now, far from it. Just, I'm always that person looking over at a place where it isn't raining.