I had vertigo all of Friday and all of Saturday. I am, thankfully, all right now. No one was able to explain why I had it, but I could. For the past two years I never stepped out of Cubao. Then, on Friday, I had to make a trip to Los Banos, Laguna, spending five or six hours in a van. I was like a 12-year-old boy who made a road trip for the first time. Like a landlubber who suddenly had to live on the sea. Or a sailor who became rubber-legged once having to live on land.

One thing is for sure. I am ready to never step out of Cubao once again.