Shark On The Rocks

Or Shamu on the rocks. Please edit title as you deem fit.

"Uhm, are those pajamas?" My father asked after he took a good look at my pants.

"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.

(Swimsuit: Sassa. Harem Pants: Mango. Black button-down tunic: Ladies' Market Mongkok)