dodging the sun

this is england at its finest. it's totally taboo to use an umbrella under the intense heat of western sun but i might be tempted in this weather. the clothing of choice is the tube or the tank top for the ladies while the men are virtually shirtless. during bank holiday monday, one lady lounging in the park was wearing a bikini. it wasn't hot enough for a bikini but my prudish senses were once again impossibly enraged. back home, the beauty counters are filled with whitening creams and lotions as the masses and social climbers adore the mestiza look. while here in the land of four seasons, it's littered with tanning lotions as a tanned skin means wealth and privilege. if one's rich you can afford to go on pampered holidays. i get dark easily in bacolod by just stepping outside our porch. oh, i forgot we don't have a porch. so it's just our door.

these are days to cherish. the shorter nights propel the dance movements long been dormant inside my enfeebled spirits to come alive. in other words, i just need a bit of exercise. i'm getting really chunky. the world is not very kind if you're not as reed-thin as celebrity blogger super b. our metabolism simply slow down in our thirties. i don't mind being this old. i knew how it was not to gratify my cravings years ago, i dropped my weight significantly. it's not fair that an activity like reading isn't a calorie-reducing fare. guess, i'll just succumb to window shopping.