Friday night in Cubao. The cicadas in the dragon tree are singing at their loudest. They love hot, summer nights.

I'm hoping to have a bahay kubo built on the roof deck to serve as a shelter for siestas and to sleep in on certain nights. That means that we have to eliminate certain planters, though, and that we would no longer have a venue to set up our absolutely decadent, Pablo Picasso lunches. Thinking of having a small bathroom and toilet built adjacent to the roof deck too.