The sun is out. Out, as in no more. It's the rainy season and people are trading in their vibrant skimpy outfits for dull jackets and sometimes un-stylish boots.

Let's backtrack to summer a bit. There was Boracay, Puerto Galera and Batangas. Let's just say that I really looked like it was summer. A couple of weeks passed from the beach extravaganzas. I bumped into our President/CEO in the Pantry one morning:

RGI: Fozzy, you're still black
for perspective, Fozzy is my nickname
Dez: Yes sir, I don't seem to fade...
Note that the above conversation happened almost a month after the beaches.

Fastforward to yesterday, as I was meeting with our Below-the-Line people for an event we were planning. The designated coordinator strikes up a convy via:

Nathan: Fozzy, it looks like you got darker. Did you beach?
Dez: Ummm no. I really don't fade... I'm stuck with this.
Note again, that this happened weeks after a 2nd Batangas trip that was crashed by a sudden thunderstorm. Malala diba?

From the looks of it, I will stay unpeeled and tanned either until I get more tanned, or until I shower myself with my mother's whitening products. So as of now, I'm still black.

End of.