Yes you, people of the lowland. If I was literally melting, I'd be half my original form by now. The heat is as harsh as my Business Mathematics professor in college, but even the horrible teacher sometimes gives us a break. The heat doesn't let up, day in and day out. If not for our second meet tomorrow at Peh's and Paulie's as well as my nephew Hendrix's birthday next week, we'd have been on board a bus to Baguio a few days ago. I mean seriously. It's affecting my ability to function at work (which is the main reason why I've done little to none at all ever since we got here), heck when it comes to that, my ability to think clearly. And I easily get irritated over little things. Paulie and I had exactly nine rows ever since I got here a week ago, which is a record already, considering that we haven't had a fight in several months prior to our going here. And I blame the heat for that. Seriously, this heat is turning me mad, like I could just rip off the spoiler off a passing car and hurl it at whoever is unfortunate enough to cross me. Oh dear. Six days more.