On Summer Heat, The Moses Look and My Offline Drama

Can I just say, aowihaoifhqoehfeuw it’s friggin’ hot in here! People are sweating like Dudot Jaworski, the elevators are jampacked with "odd" smelling individuals and the air has never been so unforgivingly humid. When I saw the mirages in Emerald Ave., I realized that it isn’t just me. (fantasy. i has it.) Last year’s heat was also hell. Those days were harsh. I could imagine the sun laughing as it tries to scorch every living thing on this planet with it’s mighty UV rays. I feel sorry now for my pink school-girl complexion. From a male Japanese doll I now look like Shaquille O Neal. This is not summer. This is hell. It would have been fine if I had the Spartan physique. I’d probably be walkng around with my shirt off.

To add insult to injury, the most unfortunate thing happened today. The air-conditionning unit in our office department just decided to take a vacation and stopped working altogether…2 minutes after I arrived. It was as if all the forces of nature are conspiring against me. There must be some sort of Korean jinx cast on me. Right now, the room’s occupants are surviving off from a decade-old electric fan. I could tell it’s really old just by the wailing sound it makes every time it faces me. Plus it’s blowing me hot, dusty air. I feel acne growing on my face already. Ugh.

Also, I am sporting the Moses look. Moustache + Sideburns + Beard (it’s thick. but not that thick.) I look like a prophet already. Plus my hair is a mess. It’s long and disheveled. It really compliments the look I am gunning for. On my way to work earlier, people on the street are giving me the chismis look. Some even gave me a stink eye or two. The guard at the building lobby even halted me and prompted me to have my stuff checked. Mind you, this doesn’t usually happen. Especially if you have been entering and exiting the building a gazillion times already. But it did. Honestly, I do look like someone who would suicide-bomb. Or a goon of Ylmaz Bektas. Some douchbag even sneered at the sight of me. FTW. If this guy only knew who I was, he’d be probably begging me to be friends with him. Harhar. So anyway, this mini social experiment has led to one viable conclusion : I should shave this darn thing off already. Plus, it’s adding to the heat. I’m just worried I might have "an invisible moustache and beard" after I shave it off… Sigh. 

Can I just say I’m so happy I am able to post something (even though utterly retarded) today. Story is, I didn’t have Internet connection during the 5-day vacation. It really felt so 1992. Spent the vacation in the province. I was hoping that there would be some sort of Internet connection. Unfortunately, there was none. I felt so detached from everybody. I kept myself locked in the bathroom and cried. (techstress) I was actually worried with my Warbook machina. I couldn’t sleep. So imagine my bliss when I got back in Manila, clipped in the cable thing in the laptop’s port and cruised around the cyberpace on my online yacht. It was steady sailing as I looked around for online dates, cheap Chinese gadgets and international profit associates. I was hopping from Facebook profiles to rebuilding my depleted Automator machinas to laughing to the latest icanhascheezburger posts to browsing different knitting blogs and back to the site of the evil Google empire for more site hopping. I was surfing like a 7-year old kid with 10 million dollars in his pockets, on a shopping spree in Toys R Us. It was deranged, I tell you. Deranged.

Well, that’s it for now. You could see how the summer heat evaporated my brain. It has reduced my genius to supreme retardedness. Not one sentence in this post made any sense, but this one.