Blog ni Rustum at Roma

There’s something not so amazing about the weather to find yourself reduced to writing about weather itself. We’ve been constantly hitting +35 degrees and it’s not funny. Think of yourself perishing out of heat stroke or dehydration. The image is bad. Think of your pets dying of sun damage (wtf) or some weird weather stuff. That seriously is just bad.

The SO and I went to Greenhills yesterday to have his phone fixed and well, for me, to shop clothes and possibly eye shoes and other what nots. We went to a regular shop I frequent (where the sales people are real bitches if they don’t see you flashing cash/cards to buy stuff) then we scoured the pack at the second floor for his gadget. It was unfortunately a ‘No, we can’t revive your baby’ kind of situation. Tough for guys who think phones are LIFE.

We happen to pass by a booth for Greenpeace and I just had to sign up. I’ve joined the group a couple of months back and was constantly receiving updates from them via email but just wanted more information than my novice status was giving me. I filled out a sheet of paper and he gave me brochures about GMOs and the Nuclear Power Plant in Bataan. I was mum the whole time he was discussing this to me, I mean, I know things but not the kind of things he knows. It was amazing. The SO of course was talking like he’s a Greenpeace REP himself. He pretty much likes to keep himself updated with these kinds of issues.

This morning the representative called me to iron out some small details and informed me that they will be sending out ID and welcome letters come May or June. Global warming is awful, isn’t it? Although it can’t be reversed, I’m glad that I can probably do something and slow it down. I’m excited.

Let’s start on my mum’s mini-not-so-plush-but-still garden.