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Honestly, I don’t mind if I spend the whole day in front of my old and rusty laptop or stick a book under my nose. I would want those better than to go out and catch all the harmful rays possible. You see, I am not one of the people who celebrate summer with a pail, shovel, stringed bikinis and whatnot. I am a summer hater.

For three weeks, I mostly stayed inside the house and I hate it when I have to visit school to accomplish something. My way to school is an hour and a half jeepney ride. 45 minutes on the first jeep and another on the second jeep. I really don’t mind commuting in the morning but I hate it when I have to go back at afternoon. It’s like a package deal here. You don’t get the heat alone but you also have to experience the carbon monoxide congested air (ooh, breathe it) and it’s too much to bear already. It’s enough to make you go ballistic and scream (at the top of your lungs) every cuss word you know.

The result of this? You’ll experience this sticky feeling as if you’re a pig. Then you’ll witness how a white handkerchief/towel turns into a brown (or worse, black) one from all the dirt you have collected after walking for 30 seconds under the blazing sun and jeepneys.

I think if I have to commute everyday to school, I’ll just hang myself and die. That’s how much I hate summer. One great way to experience hell here on earth.

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Progress report!
I am now fakken sick. Literally! I think I have collected enough germs to make me sick. I am still suffering from flu and I fakken hate it like hell!