Last year, on your birthday, it was raining pretty damn hard too.
I remember being pretty bummed that we weren't going out that day. Kash, in an effort to shut me up, dragged me to that kebab place along Katipunan. It was sunny when we got there, but by the time I was done wangsting, it was raining like anything.
I also remember how that incident proved that the Kash & Kang tandem tended to be a magnet for epic failure, because we both forgot to bring umbrellas & jackets, so we had to run to the nearest convenience store. In the rain. In our uniforms. And no, we're not exhibitionists.
I remember Kash stealing an umbrella from outside Prince David. And how I had to negotioate (read:
pa-cute) to the couple Kash stole the umbrella from into letting us borrow it until we could find a cab.
We didn't. So we walked from 711 to Bo's, in the rain. We found a cab twenty minutes later. The driver had the AC on at full blast despite the weather, so I was freezing the whole ride home.
In between my whining & complaining, however, I was thinking, maybe you were having fun because I know you like rain. And I was hoping you were having a good time, wherever you were.
I'm not sure what prompted me to write this, really. I guess I just found the coincidence rather funny & I wish I could say this to your face right now.
Hi, I'm Kang & I'm very sure I'm not Korean. I really like Japanese idols though; enough to make me want to go to Akihabara & spend the remainder of my youth prancing in tiny skirts in front of really sad men. While that hasn't happened yet, I'm here in Manila; in bookstores, not buying anything; in ukay-ukays, buying lots; in my Catholic college, being slightly below-average; in pictures, looking moronic.