I feel like a fugitive kid from a grade school field trip. Our flight back to Manila got cancelled this afternoon. We've always have blue skies and sun in the whole week we've stayed here in Dumaguete, and now it's suddenly gloomy and grey.

And, they just found us. Damn it! This is supposed to be the one time we are going to do things without a schedule, to allow spontaneity to flow, and now they're in the van downstairs waiting. What the freak do they think we are?!