heat

I was playing with my pen, staring blankly at a wall with my leg up a chair and my paper beggin' for words. It's surprising that my mind was blank. It seems that my mind's having its cigarette break.

So I joined it.

As I went out for a cancer stick, I've noticed that our Makopa treehas spawned its first set of fruits. But that was not the purpose of planting it in the first place in front of our yard. I thought it'll reach its highest and will provide shade. But the darned thing has a height of an outgoing president. I watered it to the point that it probably drowned. As I was done gardening, I went back to swinging the inked cylinder. But again, it left me staring at a wall.

Then it struck me.

Just about the other day, It was one of the hottest day recorded this year. It reached 36.8 degrees celsius. What better place you ought to be at the height of this heatwave than to be inside a mall, in your airconditioned bedroom, or at a highly airconditioned workplace. Hell, put me in an airconditioned coffin and i'm in there in a heartbeat. But I choose the opposite.

I was at a footbridge. In Taguig. Wearing stinging black, semi-cotton polo shirt with no protection-thank-you-very-much from heat. I could hear my body telling me to take a shower as soon as possible. But it has to wait.

I had to drop off something at my mama's office in Bicutan, Taguig where I used to work for a few months as an OJT intern. There will always be familiar faces. A few "unknown-by-names" former co-workers, whom you respond by a nod, a smile or the undefeated "oi".

As soon as I was done, the long way home is torture. You've to keep up with heat, traffic and worse, my mp3 player's battery has gone empty. So what better more to spend time than making fun of these SLT billboards.

No, I don't hate public transportation. In fact, given a choice between a comfy private vehicle and these swindler jeepney drivers, i'd choose the jeepney. nothing patriotic. just a simple reason of - challenge.

My day usually starts at around 2.30am and you could imagine the adrenaline pumping everytime you ride a jeepney with 2-4 drunk looking goons with questionable gestures. Trust me, that sign of the cross you do before the jeep moves? that won't help. Instinct do. But instincts are not enough. You've to be at least tricky.

I always keep my total exact amount of fare money in my coin purse(yeah, very manly) and the rest of my money carefully sneaked in my pack of cigarettes. Take my wallet, take my phone, get the fuck out of my face. Take everything you can. Just make sure you don't let me see you again at another time or I'll slit your throat. *i need a break.

This hostility came from need. I need to do this. I can't easily cope with the fact that these situations happen every working day.