Summer Life of a Konyo Kid

Written April 17, 2005

I wrote this article about two years ago and I think it's timely that I have it posted again since nothing much changed...

Have you ever felt being inside the microwave oven, Pare? Now I do. Summer's really here na in Manila and it's so iniiiiiiit! I'm so konyo, Dude, I know.

I'm so konyo that I find it icky when people around me are dripping with pawis on their foreheads pati under their armpits and they rub their malagkit elbows with me inside the elevator.

I'm so konyo that I have to spend more hours at the office even after work just to make tipid the kuryente at home coz sa office it's free aircon.

I'm so konyo that when I go home, I prefer to make sakay the FX during this season even if it's super siksikan just to avoid hearing the annoying poot poot of the jeepney, and mainly because I dont have pambili of a new car or even a secondhand car.

I'm so konyo that when my friends called me sa house and invited me to go and make swimming sa far away beach, I said no kasi it's just the same as doing bilad sa sun while using a tabo to take a bath under the mas sosyal manila sky, tapos it's tipid pa.

I'm so konyo that I wish it's December na, o sige even September na lang, so I could wear my one-and-only mamahaling leather jacket to stand porma to all my peers.

I dont know if I'm just really konyo or it's dahil sa init of the summer that really got into my mestizong (read: bleached) skin why I hear cows saying "moo pare."

Or, maybe they're just simply konyo rin like me.