Chirky

I was going to post a picture of me on the beach, in which I have a gorgeous deep tan and no sunburn whatsoever (what? you don't know!), but instead I'm in an internet cafe (taking time away from my precious tan), fiddling with a computer. The CPU has no USB in the front. I'm determined though, so just for you I squatted down and crawled UNDER THE DESK, where I scraped my back, and plugged the cord into the backside of the CPU.

I turned on my camera, I thought it shocked me. So I touched it again. And it did it again.

I put my finger on my straw hat, a darling, floppy straw hat that makes my heart swoon, and then on the dirty keyboard that I'm certain has never been swiped with anti-bacterial cloths, and neither of those items shocked me, though one might have passed me a disease.

I thought that either a) the current going through the cord is WAY too strong, or b) i have spent WAY too much time in the sun today.

So I touched the camera again, just to make sure. In that short period of time before I touched it, the surge grew exponentially and now my hair has loosened from my ponytail and is sticking straight out from my scalp, like I walked straight out of an '80s music video, what with all the teasing and hairspray they used back then.

So, no picture of my deep, dark tan. Instead, I sat in this dirty stall with its infected keyboard and electrifying USB and I drew you a picture. But now I really need to get back to that sun, and that kalamansi juice, and that perfect, crystal clear water that makes my heart break when I think about leaving it.