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Welcome to Hell
I've always liked the tropical heat. Winter in Australia was torture for me. However, this week is extremely and unbearable HOT!
I can't even go out to smoke because once I leave the sanctity of my air conditioned office, the humidity hits you like a hot damp towel. It constricts your air passages, making it even difficult to grasp for air.
But I plod on, determined to have that smoke I so deserve.
Two steps onto the smoking area, my armpits have transformed into fountains and I have a running brook on my back. I glow because sunlight hits the thin layer of sweat that has immediately appeared on my forehead in the span of 3 seconds. Still, the stubborn bitch in me says "Do not let something as petty as heat get in the way of your nicotine fix!" Five more steps and I resemble someone who has fallen in a pond.
I gave up and quickly ran to my station that had an aircon vent right above me.
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When a Filipino tells you it's hot, trust me, it's HOT.
I can't even go out to smoke because once I leave the sanctity of my air conditioned office, the humidity hits you like a hot damp towel. It constricts your air passages, making it even difficult to grasp for air.
But I plod on, determined to have that smoke I so deserve.
Two steps onto the smoking area, my armpits have transformed into fountains and I have a running brook on my back. I glow because sunlight hits the thin layer of sweat that has immediately appeared on my forehead in the span of 3 seconds. Still, the stubborn bitch in me says "Do not let something as petty as heat get in the way of your nicotine fix!" Five more steps and I resemble someone who has fallen in a pond.
I gave up and quickly ran to my station that had an aircon vent right above me.
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When a Filipino tells you it's hot, trust me, it's HOT.
