Fuck the weather! Fuck the weather in the ass with a shovel and a spoon! I hate it.
It’s hard enough looking for a site for your practicum, (I mean, who would be willing to take in a over aged undergrad like me, who apparently doesn’t know anything about “hard work,” or in this matter, just plain old “work,”) but it’s harder when you’re walking along Morayta under the ball-scorching heat of the fucking Sun, who apparently thinks that upping it’s temperature a few gazillion degrees is funny. Fuck you Sun. Fuck you in the face with a shoe tied to a baboon!
And being fat doesn’t really help. I’m sweating like a pig. Imagine your armpits being all sticky and slimy, it’s like putting some freshly made buko pandan salad in your pits then running around the street for no apparent reason. I should know, I’ve tried it. And it just doesn’t feel right.
After my job hunt, i opted to go to the mall on the way home, cause seriously, kailangan ko magpalamig. The mall is 3o minutes away from where I am, i had a choice of either riding a jeepney or an fx. Cheap bastard that i am, riding a cab was out of the question. I know i can’t bear the heat anymore, and riding a jeepney will only prolong my agony, so i opted to wait for an fx. Read the rest of this entry ?
Imagine, a top down bug, with white or khaki leather interiors (synthetic para mura) chrome plated furnishings (or stainless steel, whatever), White walled tires, and chrome plated tire caps. kinda like the one in the picture. Only i want it in dark blue. and maybe i can do something about the folded roof. that would be awesome.
