I am one month behind with my posts. Am trying to update it to bring my diary to just a week late just like before. But now I have flu courtesy of Mr. Yee. Aching muscles, bones, runny nose, cough, headaches, chest pains, sinat. Hay nakoooo.
The heavy pollution in Manila is pounding on my head. Every time I inhale, the air seems heavy in total contrast with the freshness of air in Tagaytay, not along Aguinaldo Hway.
I wanted to go to the hospital this afternoon but when I remembered what happened to the wife of Edmund’s childhood friend from Iloilo who died from acquired pneumonia from the hospital, I just stayed home.
