I Hate the Manila Heat

Dear gawd, it’s summer time again. If I were much younger, I might even show a little hint of excitement about it. But I’m not a kid anymore and I don’t welcome the summer with a retarded smile and a “wheeee!” like I used to when I was 8.

To begin with, I’m working now so I don’t really get a “summer vacation”. I once brought up the idea to my boss and he basically asked me to ‘leave his office before he smacks my face’. And I commute going to work. Bitch, let’s not even go there. I’d leave the house all fresh and perky and 5 minutes later, I’d be sweating like a heroin junkie on withdrawal and swearing every single cuss word I know. Ugh! The Manila heat is just plain unbearable! If it was a person, I would’ve long kicked it on the crotch and poked its eyes out. Yes, Manila heat, I fuckin’ hate you that much.

The 2 faces of MY summer. Umbrella is man’s best friend. Next only to dogs.

Don’t get me wrong, I probably won’t mind the sun if I were lazing around by the sea, sipping my tequila weng-weng beer margarita in my bikini and waiting for the minutes to tick away. But noooo! Like other common employees, I have to kung fu my way inside an MRT station on a rush hour – in my jeans – or wait for a goddamn FX under the shade of my beloved umbrella.

Because that’s the reality, my friends. Most days of the summer, I’m not frolicking by the beach in a flowing summer dress. I’m in the polluted city, where the heat doesn’t just come from the sun! For some weird reason, the concrete roads seem to emit heat, too, which I srsly believe comes from the fiery depths of hell.

I know I sound like the grouch already but seriously, why can I not go back in time when I still loved summers? When I could wake-up at 8am, go out to play with 30 other kids from my very middle class neighborhood and go home just before dinner. When I couldn’t care less about sunburns and the stinky smell of perspiration and mosquito bites. When meriendas meant home-made halo-halo, fish balls and Sarsi and just about every 1-peso chichirya you can imagine. When fireflies still existed and children were happy and satisfied with playing with twigs, rocks, leaves and a rusty tin can. And yes, when we all didn’t have to care about our figure and watch our calories.

If you didn’t munch on these when you were a kid then you must’ve had an unhappy childhood.

DEMMET! I want it to be June already so I can write my obligatory rainy season rant entry! Or to be more honest about it, I want an all-expense paid trip/accommodation to Bohol, Camarines, Batanes, Coron, etc! Maybe then I’d start to love summers again. In the mean time, excuse me as I get my Milo-flavored ice candy from the freezer.

ps: If you have nice memories of summer, please share them with us. I need some convincing.
pps: Yey! Here are the lucky 4 who’d get to take home some goodies from Estee Lauder:
1. Ria Jose
2. France
3. P0yt
4. cymbelly

I’d email you the details of how you can claim your prize. Thank you very much.

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