Many people complain about how hot it is here in Manila. I'm joining them. I do not appreciate how every time I go down here, the heat is just unique in the way that, while being moderately tolerable, it coerces your skin to create an annoying thin dirt-collecting layer of sweat to completely cover you.
I remember telling one of my friends that Manila is one big sauna. It's either you take a bath here and sweat, or you don't take a bath at all and stink. Sweat or stink? Hmm.
Anyway, obviously I'm in Manila, and I'm having a blast here so far - except for the tiny little caveat of having to tag along with my parents every ridiculous place they go here... Well, at least while Kip's away. See, he left a bit early this morning to go to Angeles. God Bless Him, he's the only tag team partner I have during these oh-so-thrilling family outings. I hope he gets what he went to Angeles for.
Thats the best thing I can say for now, I guess; because right now without Kip around it is near or just absolutely IMPOSSIBLE for me to go somewhere else alone here. That greaatly reduces any chances of me meeting up with some very good friends, and it eliminates all chances of me smoking. Wow. That's an advantage con reason to bitch.
For the record, I really love my parents, but right now I'm feeling what my other friends have had a year before: I wanna go out, work, explore, learn more stuff out of school, and ultimately nail into my head some facts of life that I had the luxury of ignoring before.
But until my parents realize I'm 20 years old, or until I prove it to them, I'm still going to be the bunso. Arrgh.