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Sunday, May 08, 2005
the heat it kills
Before anything, I'd like to greet my mummy Happy Mother's Day. Mwah to you! I give you a big, sweaty smack on the cheek! Yes, sweaty is today. It is excrutiatingly hot. Picking clothes is growing more and more difficult. Normally, a weekend meant a mini-skirt and a thin shirt. But it was Sunday. And church is one hard thing to dress for. You need to be decent, but you need to survive the humidity. I made a mistake of wearing jeans tonight. They stuck to my skin. And my mom liked sitting in the front row. Which meant that we were closer to being baked by the hallogen lights on the altar. Though there was a huge industrial fan, it was just circulating hot air. No "new", cool air. Like there was cool air anyway.

The day we spent just at home. My mom was locked up in the room with airconditioning. Dad had an electric fan blasting directly at him while watching some golf tournament on TV. My sister was in her sports bra. I was in a bikini top. The dogs were lying on their backs, bellies up in the air trying to catch the air swing of the electric fan.

My mom believes that I am so close to getting skin cancer. Everytime she sees my skin color, I can feel her wince. I really can't understand why she still has this fixation on being fair. She refuses to let me set foot on a beach again. Bah. Nothing's stopping me from Bora. The only gripping fear? The monthly friend. Double bah.

The heat it makes blogging coherently difficult too.
dezphaire strapped in @ 9:48 PM  

7 Comments:

  • At 2:36 AM, Blogger Sapphire Dreams said…

    Ugh! I know what you mean. I am so unlucky. Every time I go to Boracay, the monthly friend comes along. (That's why in my pictures, my puson is bloated! Yak! So make sure to cover your puson when takin pictures!)

     
  • At 8:21 AM, Blogger jk said…

    dang! ang init talaga! hehe... my mom also spent half of the day yesterday inside the room with aircon on SUPER high cool. my dad and i were watching tv, enjoying the number 3 air from a medium sized industrial fan. hahaha...

    when i see the our garden, parang desyerto. ung ibang part ng lupa, nag cra-crack na sa init. nakakaawa.

     
  • At 8:41 AM, Blogger dezphaire said…

    cat: ack! if there's any medical or surreal way to delay this "friend", i'd take it! argh.

    kateh: our garden is still surviving i think... kawawa yung dogs. na-uulol na sila sa init.

     
  • At 12:30 AM, Blogger noknok said…

    would you believe?! pinawisan ako!!! ako? sweating? that never happens. but it did. and God knows what body fluid that is (we, fatless beings, do not perspire, thus it could only be blood). i only realized you were there when i went out to give away rings. and you were seated somewhere when you can see how i make the lector on the other side giggle and goof in the sacristy. kakahiya.

     
  • At 7:52 AM, Anonymous sheanne said…

    dang! mainet talaga noh!! summer class pa naman ako tapos sobrang inet feeling ko pati underwear ko basa na ng pawis!!

     
  • At 10:41 AM, Blogger jk said…

    sabi pala sa news kagabi. ung temp nung sunday was the HOTTEST so far nitong summer season.

    haaay...

    buti naman umulan kagabi sa amin. 2 and a half hours of continous rain. sarap!

     
  • At 2:12 PM, Blogger dezphaire said…

    jeff: hindi ko alam kung pano mo natatagalan sutana mo. gawin mong miniskirt. start ka ng summer trend.

    sheanne: sana may aircon yung summer classes nyo. or may portable bentilador ka.

    kateh: grabe. Sunday was hell talaga. nakakabaliw sa init.

     

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