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April 15, 2026 Manila Heat – 34°C, but my chest feels like a typhoon

It’s that strange week of April again. The sun is punishing, the jasmine flowers (sampaguita) are wilting by noon, and yet—there’s something electric in the air. Maybe it’s the countdown to summer flings. Maybe it’s because Holy Week just passed, and after all that reflection, our hearts are either bruised clean or ready to sin again. Filipina Sex Diary - April

I’ve been scribbling in this diary for three Aprils now, and one thing is certain: Walang permanenteng tag-araw, pero may permanenteng sakit ng ulo pagdating sa pag-ibig. (There’s no permanent summer, but there’s a permanent headache when it comes to love.) April 15, 2026 Manila Heat – 34°C, but

His name is Kuya Rico. He runs the sari-sari store at the corner of our street. He’s 28, a single dad to a five-year-old girl named Angela, and every time I buy pancit canton and C2 , he asks, “May laman na ba ang tiyan mo, Miss?” (Is your stomach full yet?) with this soft, genuine concern that no Bumble boy has ever managed. Maybe it’s because Holy Week just passed, and

This April, the storyline is hugot with a countdown timer. We had our first real fight last week—he forgot my lola’s birthday dinner because he was surfing in La Union. I cried in the CR while my titas whispered, “Day, iwanan mo na ’yan, paasa lang ’yan.” (Leave him, he’s just leading you on.)