By noon it was 35 degrees or something and I was pretty much dying in my oven of a 'house' (who knows...I could actually be living in an oven for all you know ;p) and I was sweltering and sweating like a pig. A very vivid and unflattering image but it's the truth, like a whiny child I pleaded for the aircon to be turned on. What I got in response: 'WHY YOU NEED AIRCON? FAN NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU HUH?! IN MY DAYS WE HAD NO AIRCON. WHAT IS AIRCON? YOU STOOPID LAZY FAT BOY. GO STICK HEAD IN FREEZER OR SHOWER.' ...I'm paraphrasing a bit but you get it. =/ If you can't stand the heat then apparently your will (to live?) is not strong enough...eg. In my mind I had my parents imagining a scenario where the building was on fire and I had to run 20 metres to safety through the inferno; them implying that I wouldn't do it because it was too hot...
So...I was planning to stay at home IN AIRCON instead of sweating like a pig, trying to party/karaoke in the city but it turns out that I ended up sweating like a pig at home...with no friends... =( Oh how the trifling aspects of life could be, at random stages. be a big pain in the butt *sighcakes*
From a psychological point of view...looking at pictures displaying 'cool/cold' stuff is meant to make you 'feel' colder. See if it works...(It's mostly icecream...)
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