I’ve gotten to the point where I just don’t care about certain things anymore. Which is bad, because these things should be important to me. Well, they still are, I guess, but it’s just easier not to care sometimes. But I don’t think I’ll stay this way forever. At least, I hope not.

By gosh, I grew up to be a writer after all!!

That’s right, a writer was what I wanted to be when I was younger. Either that or Nancy Drew. I wanted to write books just like the ones I’d bury my nose in 24/7, and I’ve even written some short stories. As time went by, I acquired other hobbies, so I didn’t really think about becoming a writer anymore. It was just recently that I realized I have ended up as one anyway.

Creative writing was one of my favorite classes in uni. We studied and wrote poetry - it was so kick ass. Since graduating, every single cent that I earned so far has come from writing. My interview with Cindy Frey was published in issue 11 of JPG Magazine, and right now I’m working two jobs that require me to churn out web, newsletter and blog content. Yes, it’s different from writing books, and of course I didn’t see myself being where I am now - there was no internet yet back then! But I’m still throwing words together to create something new. And the best part is, I’m enjoying what I do.

I am on the verge of hysteria.

Being stuck in traffic for over two hours - when your destination is only less than an hour away - is really enough to make you go crazy. The rain came in smaller drops now. But it hadn’t stopped since I woke up this morning. And it had poured in buckets - no, giant buckets. For some reason, the traffic jam in Manila becomes worse than it already is whenever it rains.

Almost three hours now since we left the house. The rain is getting harder again.

Drip, drip, drip. Wipe. Drip, drip, drip. Wipe.

Everybody around me seems to be late, too. But I wonder if I’m the only one who’s late at our office. That would suck. And they might not believe me if I told them why I was late.

Some streets are submerged in water now - roads have become little rivers. It’s so stupid. It happens all the time here whenever it rains.

When my dad told me that I’d probably get to work at 9:30, I dismissed him and thought that he was being silly. It’s a quarter to ten now, and it’s just plain stupid to still be out here. Out here. Out the car window, people with umbrellas. People without umbrellas. Cars swimming along slooowly. Some cars going faster, making waves in the water, waves rolling towards our direction. I can feel them under my feet as they whoosh past.

- Just my thoughts this morning. I was very, very bored, so I typed away on the tiny keypad of my cell phone. I got to work at a quarter to eleven, pissed off and feeling quite hysterical.