Good lord everybody's dipping in the beach here in Pagudpud and I am left forlorn, forgotten, and hellaciously bored to utter mortification thank goodness for wifi internet.XP The internet is so bilis pa here sa resto. (Shit here I go turning conyo.XP So let's be conyo for a wee bit while.:p) It's so hot here pare. I'm parched na and yet even the bottle of Coke that I slaked a while a back was seemingly reduced to a droplet of scorching thirst-quencher down my arid throat. (Okay so that's not conyo. Back to the old me. Can't pretend to be conyo because apparently I am so not conyo; just your average wordgasmic blogger. (Oooh! I used the word wordgasmic.:o And I haven't even defined it yet.)) My burns are still fresh, and though I am allowed to swim in the brine, I'm not allowed to stay under the sun. The biiiaaaaatch. I still can't effing swim nonetheless unless I'll be dipping during the cast of the moonshine. That's what, 5% sunshine??o_0 Ionno. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh I'm so bored good gracious riddance por dos santissima.

Descriptive Blogging

I am sitting erect--not that I am endowed with noble breeding and good posture but because this checkered-clothed round table is too high, as it's where the laptop sits, and I am therefore required to sit nobly like a scholarly maiden--wearing a black sleeveless plunging neckline, a long, bright yellow skirt, and a pair of black Quick Silver flipflops. My hair has gotten smarmy from the six-hour ride towards here, where the climate fluctuation ranged from dry, stormy, rainy, humid, and dry again in continuing cycles as we raced with the dark nimbus clouds streaming in the heavens along towards our route. (And just what is along towards??o_0 Horse. I can't seeeeeeeee!X0 Me eyesight is blurred, mate! This pair of contact lenses are so freakin labooooooooo my gaaaaaad. Now not only am I myopic but also hypermetropic. I am so purblind I swear. Hala, enough with the digressions.XP Gaaaaaaaahhh I can't see!!!X0 When I get filthy money-slapping rich I swear I am going to have my cornea scraped off the excess protein cells coagulating in my pupils, good gaaad.XP I so SUCK in descriptive blogging.XP) So, back to descriptive blogging. This hotspot-restaurant is lofty and airy, and is made of ingenious materials that bespeak of tropicality-ness. (I so suck in descriptions I knooow--only when I force myself anyway.) Outside are cottages, coconut trees, palm trees, and other trees of the sort whose names I am unbeknownst of. Farther down beyond the swaying trees is the beeeeeeeaaaach which I haven't even laid my eyes on for I shall have to strip my clothes and bandages and microporred rich dark red bleeding gauzes off my burnt body once I get a glimpse of it. Hooooooooo beeeeeeaaaaacccchhhhh!!! I wanna effing diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiippp damnfuckinggod!!!XX000 (I have failed descriptive blogging, aye, but because I am the sole judge and the sole candidate for the descriptive blogging contest I therefore am the sole winner of the grand prize of, err, glass of frigorific water!XP Deeeeelicious.)

Other Basely Nonsensical Thoughts

I am booooooooooooooored. But you already know that.XP

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