Summer

Summer is a pain in the ass. And when you take that and mix it with the worst of what Southeast Asia has to offer, you get some Apocalypse Now-level kind of suffering. I was waiting for some friends today at a bus stop and what I experienced is now a vague distant memory I shouldn’t have in my head. It was like 10 in the morning. The sun looked nice, so nice that it gave me three fucking zits just for standing and drinking soda. One on my right elbow. Which is annoying. I looked at my gorgeous LG G2 and it read 10.21. It seemed that I picked the wrong day to go out for bowling; it was 42 Celsius degree, or 107 Fahrenheit for you folks who prefer the freedom unit. It sounded not so bad, but with a humidity of 100%, it was a horror.

Hours passed. I looked at my G2 once again after what seemed like a literal eternity, my heart skipped a beat. It read 10.35. We were supposed to meet at 11.15. Not good. The sun was more intense now that it was supposed to be noon and most sane people were sitting on their asses in a perfectly air-conditioned room biting their juicy burgers. Meanwhile there I was, standing there like a fucking idiot during the worst heatwave in the history of mankind waiting to go to a bowling game. I wanted to cry but couldn’t as I spent all of my liquid on my sweats. “Fucking hell!” I said out loud, and I rarely swear, as evident by my posts on this blog. 10.55. Then my phone’s battery died and I was literally Christopher Walken in Deer Hunter during the Russian Roulette scene. Joints didn’t help that they didn’t even have fans let alone AC.

Kids looked at me. And my orange lips, which were orange due to my soda I had three minutes prior. I suddenly had a strong resentment towards my life and my friend and bowling and John Goodman in Big Lebowski. Everything meant shit now that I had reached zen. Everything was beautiful. I could feel the moment I saw light for the first time after months of living inside my mother’s womb. I felt a sense of peace. A sense of mindfulness that has been forgotten by the busy world we’re living in. WE ARE ALL CONNECTED. I THOUGHT TO MYSELF. OR DID SOMEONE ELSE DID THE THINKING FOR ME? I think I’d lived my whole life a couple of times before my friend finally showed up. At 11.30. Thank God bowling was a little bit better.