when it's too hot and your dsl fails you

it's so hot these days. the 10-day-or-so cool weather we had last february is now replaced with scorching heat. and i'm not exaggerating. everyday at around 1 or 2 pm, lucy, naked to her diaper, and i would tramp up the stairs to our bedroom, and earn more money for the electric company. the two electric fans down here in the sala/dining have been working overtime, too. without much help actually. as they blow even warmer air during the hottest part of the day. with the heat, D being away at work again and non-activity (boredom) getting the better of me, i wish i were somewhere cooler.

or at least back in paco.

where nanay and other relatives are just a street away, when if i'm too lazy to get up and cook, they can just send their lunch, dinner, even breakfast right over. where i can make tambay with our next door neighbor either at her house or ours, sharing whatever food we have in the fridge for merienda. where the water is not too warm if i want to take a shower anytime of the day (no thanks if it's december or january, though). and where taxis are available 24/7 anywhere you want to go!

yes. taxis.

we moved here, i think, a month and a half ago. and although i'm not really new in this 'city' (we've lived here since D and me got married, shuttling between here and paco, before eventually finding a place there, and hey, back here again. whew.), i haven't really paid attention to the scarcity of taxis in this 'city'. i guess you have to have a car, or a bike with a sidecar, at least, if you want to do your weekly grocery. can you imagine 10 grocery bags plus pasalubong, beside you in a bus? how on earth...forget it.

last friday, my niece and i went to sm southmall to pick up lucy's bday cake. as goldilocks charge 30% delivery for cakes, i though i'd rather pick it up and take the bus or jeep and tryke. or at least pray that there is a taxi to take us back home. indeed, there was a queue of cabs by the side door of the mall. the security guard writing pa the plate numbers, etc and giving the piece of paper to the passengers. but don't let this deceive you. the taxis are not taxis but rental cars. for as soon as you put your foot inside, the cabbie asks you where you wan to go, then gives you a flat rate fare. talk about 100% double if you're using the meter. but what meter?! so, lest i risk my daughter's first bday cake getting smashed (exagg!) by taking the bus and tryke, what other choice do i have?

and they call las pinas a city. tsk.

and yeah, i wrote about this same stuff yesterday but the dsl went ewan, erasing all that i've written. or did the heat affect the laptop?

hay. i wish i'd fit in lucy's pool.