Summer, where art thou?

Ano ang booty shorts? (What are Booty shorts?)
~The BF

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It’s been ages since I’ve updated this blog. Holy Cr*p! For a moment there, I didn’t realize it’s actually August already. This summer is the worst out of the seven years that I have been living here in Toronto. Everyday, I find myself waking up and hoping to find a nice sunny weather outside my window. Im 80% disappointed most of the time. It’s always cloudy and rainy, and whenever I speak to people about it, we all have the same kind of complains… August is already moving to its second week and yet, we all feel like we haven’t really accomplished anything.

When the month of May came, I was so excited to have summer finally here. I’ve been constantly blogging and even bickering to the bf about it… (kahet nung hindi ko pa sya bf, but we’ll save that story for another time). I guess, its really a part of growing up: we replace the the things we consider fun during childhood, with things that hold more importance in adulthood. It’s not all about taking a month off from work anymore to just relax and do nothing. It’s not all about calling in sick anymore just for the heck of it. It’s not all about buying or spending hard-earned cash on junk that will just gather dust in the closet anymore.

No longer is it about the short-term anymore, but the long-term.

Summer came and all I did was work. Work. Work. Work. For me, working with a “not real” job is like hammering yourself everyday against the wall. But whatever pay the bills right? School is going to start again in September and a not-so-rich being like me needs money to pay for books, etc. Eight months of school does not seem so bad compared to slaving myself for a company worthy of being fed to Cerberus. Oh well, what can I do, recession has made it twice as hard to find a new job in this craphole.

In five months, I will be celebrating my birthday again. I’m in a bullet-train with Father Time as the conductor. Living in Toronto makes it worst. Everything is 10x as fast-paced here. Season after season, there is really nothing new. Time gallops without a rein. Unlike my recent visit to Manila, I actually felt Time slowed down and stopped, even just for a moment. 

As I sit here in my room, writing this entry…  the sun, to no avail, is absent again. I can hear thunder muttering behind the army of clouds that has gathered in the sky. Lightning seems to be making its prescence known too. But alas, there still lies no sun in the sky… only darkness, only rain.

That is all.

Adieu.

PS. I’m not emo. I’m just literally wishing for some sun because my tan is still undone… Meh. FML.