The condition of the weather has not changed much for the past 24 hours. Rains are still heavy and the water drop sounds from our ceiling (due to a weak roof) have not given me a sound sleep for the past week. The ceiling at our room is made of gypsum board, and it's not waterproof. It's even worse than the typical plywood board, because the gypsum melts off when water sinks into it, making its surface thin and creates a hole that eventually lets off drops of water into the floor. I have so many rants about the ceiling in our room, and the newly installed and painted MDF ceiling and flooring in the living room. I wish there was a way to turn back time. What's really unfair is that we made proper and on-time payments, and the contractor's rate is way above than the usual fees you give directly to construction workers. Just sad. I don't even have the courage to take pictures of the floor (gray homogenous tiles and vinyl tiles), as they look tacky, out of place, and unprofessionally done.

My last seen Korean series were It's Okay It's Love and The Prime Minister and I. Now I am into a new one - Pinocchio. Hopefully it's good.

The birds are chirping after the heavy rains.
The birds have come out ready to play.
I am not engulfed in the silence of the air and the clarity of every breathe that comes after everything has been washed down by the monsoon rains for the past 2 days.
In a few minutes, it will be dark and the roof will be noisy again.
Enjoy and indulge the aftermath.

I wrote this entry about the weather and sweating last week, Tuesday, June 30:

The sun had been very stubborn this morning, and stubbornness lasted until three in the afternoon, when the clouds suddenly made a scene and released tons of water. Water that slapped umbrellas, roofs and cars, with all its might. There was no flirtation with the sun. The clouds made the disrespectful passage and left everything on its way drenched and flat, even lifeless.

These past days, sweating hadn't been much of an effort for me. 
Remember, I am a dry person, meaning, it would take so much effort of heavy cardio or rigorous running of 30 minutes before my sweat glands open and pave way for the sweat to come out of my skin. The heat is unbearable, and I have to whistle or drink glasses of water (which I'm not fond of doing) from time to time, just to avoid fainting. Nowadays, I sweat like a pig (if pigs do really sweat). I sweat even if my glands are exhausted. I sweat even if I just sit still, face the blowing wind and drink iced tea from a half-liter glass.