This Summer's Fashion Trend - Foilage!
I think I'm starting to hate the sun. We really should rally for public nudity to be legalized. Imagine how comfortable it must have been for Adam and Eve to be prancing around frolicking in nothing but foilage for clothing. I'm sure the Philippines would've topped the Garden of Eden on the scorching meter anyday.
I'm sweating 24/7, getting dehydrated often and have become cranky all the time. It doesnt help that the aircon in my car is busted and I don't have tint. It's like an oven in there. The beach is calling me damnit *sings 'Pure Shores' by The All Saints as manly as he can*, and I'm too busy trying to graduate to plan or even entertain the usual thought of getting lost in the blissful sun on some far off island - miles away from this steaming, polluted, over-populated hell hole. Sacrifices, sacrifices... *parents lectures echoeing in the recesses of his mind*
I need to go to the beach, surf, zip, bum and do absolutely nothing under the scortching heat. That's the only time the sun should be allowed to be this sweltering hot.. if God could only be so kind. Or maybe we just need to stop fucking up the ozone. For Godsakes Manila's going to be out of water in a couple of months if it doesnt rain cats and dogs this coming rainy season (and I hope it does, I miss my hoodies and comfy sweaters). Maybe I'm just bitter. Because for the first time ever, I'm not planning my summer escape.. my usual annual therapy. Oh woe is me.
And to think that people are supposed to be happier in tropical countries. Aren't we the happiest people in Asia? Well in that case, I'm sticking out like sore thumb.
Make that - burnt, charred broiled and melting... fast.
I'm sweating 24/7, getting dehydrated often and have become cranky all the time. It doesnt help that the aircon in my car is busted and I don't have tint. It's like an oven in there. The beach is calling me damnit *sings 'Pure Shores' by The All Saints as manly as he can*, and I'm too busy trying to graduate to plan or even entertain the usual thought of getting lost in the blissful sun on some far off island - miles away from this steaming, polluted, over-populated hell hole. Sacrifices, sacrifices... *parents lectures echoeing in the recesses of his mind*
I need to go to the beach, surf, zip, bum and do absolutely nothing under the scortching heat. That's the only time the sun should be allowed to be this sweltering hot.. if God could only be so kind. Or maybe we just need to stop fucking up the ozone. For Godsakes Manila's going to be out of water in a couple of months if it doesnt rain cats and dogs this coming rainy season (and I hope it does, I miss my hoodies and comfy sweaters). Maybe I'm just bitter. Because for the first time ever, I'm not planning my summer escape.. my usual annual therapy. Oh woe is me.
And to think that people are supposed to be happier in tropical countries. Aren't we the happiest people in Asia? Well in that case, I'm sticking out like sore thumb.
Make that - burnt, charred broiled and melting... fast.