why MY weekend was better than YOURS
Last weekend, you probably sat around in some sort of mute torpor, counting your toes or playing hour upon hour of Ms Pacman. I however, spent my weekend at a beach house on the west coast of Luzon. I sunned myself on the lawn while taking in this view:

...and ate some of the finest food in the land -- such as this lapu lapu fish (which was later perfectly grilled)

...and The Perfect Breakfast™: a Danish rye cracker spread with gorgonzola cheese and topped with slices of sweet, juicy tomato, and cracked pepper, accompanied by excellent coffee:

You probably ate a shit sandwich, made with stale bread.
When I felt a little warm -- as one does from time to time in the tropics -- I cooled off in this pool:

You were probably so preoccupied with your itchy, scabrous skin that thoughts of temperature would have been a luxury.

*sigh*

...and ate some of the finest food in the land -- such as this lapu lapu fish (which was later perfectly grilled)

...and The Perfect Breakfast™: a Danish rye cracker spread with gorgonzola cheese and topped with slices of sweet, juicy tomato, and cracked pepper, accompanied by excellent coffee:

You probably ate a shit sandwich, made with stale bread.
When I felt a little warm -- as one does from time to time in the tropics -- I cooled off in this pool:

You were probably so preoccupied with your itchy, scabrous skin that thoughts of temperature would have been a luxury.

*sigh*
2 Comments:
I like to believe MY weekend was even better than yours as my breakfast included "Nonno Sopressa" salami and SW prepared coffee.
To anonymous: Great website. Just paid 220USD subscription fee to be able to join the surveys. Hope that's cool.
I saved the salami for lunch - along with the smoked salmon.
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