It has been sweltering in the Philippines. I thought it was just an unusually hot summer, up until I found myself near faint in the heat in my own apartment. I headed out to seek refuge in an air-con mall, something I rarely do, but when that got out old I decided to brave the heat and bug a friend in Cubao.
I had to take the train, which was thankfully roomy, but once I stepped onto the platform I felt like I was on the verge of melting. And I was so damn thirsty.
I ducked into a 7-11, where I realized that I probably died sometime ago–
it was the one 7-11, green and orange stripes and all, which didn’t have a slurpee machine.
It’s official. I died at some point and was sent straight to hell.