Sunday, November 28, 2010
Shark On The Rocks
"Not strictly pajamas but a diva version of one," I said. "But thanks, Pang, my killer whale hips feel most comfortable in them."
And then I skedaddled to the beach, unmindful of the confused stares I got from the staff at the resort. Yes, I'm wearing pants to the beach, harem or parachute, whatever it is called. I'm the undesirable alien in the land of the skinnies and itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikinis. But that's ok. Kanya kanyang trip lang.