Saturday, August 13, 2005
Pain in the HEAD.
Okay, I'd like to thank our fellow neighbours in Sumatra for the gorgeous smog which engulfed our city the last week or so.
As you can see from my face, I totally LOVED it.
The haze has done my lungs good and it beats passive fagging in Zouk anytime.
In fact, I purposely come back for summer every goddamn year to indulge in our exceptional air quality. I breathe in a lung's worth of this heavenly scent of burnt wood to get me HIGH.
I'M LOVING IT
I haven't seen BLUE SKIES in two weeks and my tan is fading into a constipated shade of decomposed yellow. I can't wait to show off to my European friends my sickly complexion when I get my ass back in London next week.
Plus, the lack of outdoor activities means that I am NOW OFFICIALLY A BIGGER SLOB THAN EVER and I've started to burn my size 10 shirts to make way for size 12 ones.
In the process I've created my very own localised SMOG to get me high and blind to all these FOREST-FIRE NONSENSE.
Our beloved haze left us today. It is making its soldout SouthEast Asian TOUR to other places of unexpected concern.
I, from the bottom of my woeful heart, would like to say these farewell words:
GOODBYE MR.HAZE, SEE YOU AGAIN NEXT YEAR. CANT WAIT TO SMOKE WOOD AGAIN.