As we jogged under the scathing hot late morning sun, beats of perspiration soaking through, conversation and pleasantries ceased to commerce as we focused our attention on the smacking of soles on concrete( which was radiating heat) and our pulse dancing erratically under the skin of our throats. (blood, yay!)
The sun mocked us, tracing its golden road ahead of us, sneering and bursting with obnoxious pride. Hardly suitable for a supposedly amiable and forgiving God, the wonder of the fields, the maker of money!
O happy tormentor,
What did I do to deserve this torture?
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THE BLOODY SUN IS EVIL. I SWEAR!!! RADIANT BEING!! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY SHADOWY ABODE!!! DON'T YOU DARE SHINE ON ME!
It's rather ironic that we have casualties after every P.E. lesson. Thank whatever gods that be that I am used to climbing stairs at home. Kait Ting and Chin Yee were exhausted/nauseated/weary from the over extertion the DIABOLICAL teacher forced on us (I can't spell his name. Lucky you, Mister.) Maybe I should change the above lines to, O little fucker, why do you annoy us so?
"Temperatures set to climb in May and June."Bloody hell. It is HELL literally, I suppose, since it's all hot and stuff. God promised not to wipe us out with floods, perhaps this is his cabal to kill us off by using the @$#@!$@! sun. GIMME RAIN! WITH THUNDER! AND COOL, CRYSTAL DROPS KISSING MY FACE!
