Yup. Can you fucking imagine me gyrating on top of a bar in stilettos wearing gold shorts? Seemingly not giving two fucks about what’s going on.
Consider some of these doomsday scenes:
Donald Trump is President-elect of the United States.
A man with a questionable leadership method known for his “Davao Death Squads” is running the Philippines.
A former dictator who stole billions from the same country is now buried like a hero.
Honestly, I care and I weep for my people. For being an Asian American homosexual who isn’t even a current resident in any of the fifty states. For potentially being in limbo when my permanent resident visa in the Philippines expires in two months.
There are moments though I’m enjoying a bit of sunshine.
Like this boodle fight at yesterday’s team barbecue. SERIOUSLY.
Or the delicious puto I ordered for the team.
Or that I’m seeing the results of weightlifting. PARTIAL RESULTS IN.
That I’ve discovered POCKY with Salted Chocolate is fantastic.
That I’m finding the joy in running again.
And while running, I’m enjoying the views of the city once more.
And within the city, a new place to stay in the very near future.