I was Cersei without even trying. I was naked Daenerys walking around barefoot in a five-star hotel. Heck, I was even a gender-bent Night King.
How in Seven Kingdoms was I going to top all of those off?
I had backed myself into a corner. There really was nothing left to do than to be the damn Iron Throne.
So that’s exactly what happened.
It’s been raining all day, which makes it a poetic time to write about an umbrella—of sorts.
Over the past two months, the Yellow Umbrella Initiative has been keeping me decently distracted from all the problems in the world, by tackling one head-on. This is a charity arm formed by my batchmates from St. Theresa’s College of Cebu to promote our advocacies.
Our first mission was the recently-concluded Yellow Umbrella Fund, a donation drive that aimed to provide healthcare workers in Cebu with personal protective equipment.
First of all, let me just say I don’t go looking for vehicles to review. Cars, for some reason, just find me.
Don’t get me wrong—I’m not complaining, although it is amusing to think the universe somehow believes I’m someone who can talk on and on about cars, because all I know is how to make them work getting from one place to the next.
