The heat at Zero meridian just saps the life out of you.
Some days are less hellish than others.
It’s like walking in a fish tank of water at a balmy 40 degrees Celsius.
The balls get coated in gunk.
The heat draws out the toxins and your jocks stick to your tackle.
Too much information, right?
I’m hanging out a Chinese warung. They go the extra distance to make you feel welcome. The point is, they don’t even try and keep you happy. Just by being their honest and Chinese self, slotting into their way of thinking becomes natural.
I spend most of my time with the Chinese Malaysian when I’m in Malaysia. I like their company, their rudeness, their inquisitiveness and their ability to be charming as fuck.
Be nice to money and it will be nice to you, the Chinese know that.