Monday, April 23, 2007

if it was to be convicted on me one of the seven so-called deadly sins, i bet-without flicking my preettty eyelashes (if i say so myself)- that i would be a 'sloth'. milimetres away from the none-inching sloth would be 'gluttony'.

somewhen on a happy weekday last week, i slept 13 hours of my life away at one shot. (but no, i did NOT dream of pigging out). i call it my 'sleeping marathon'. while this sleeping affair might not quite pass off as a sultry rendevous, it did resemble one, if only just a tad bit, somewhere along the lines of: " i didn't plan it that way. things just, happened...".

what was intended to be a lazy afternoon nap, turned out to be the most languid thirteen hours of pure log-like hibernation (is it spring yet?). i could hardly open my eyes most of the entire 13 hours ("i believe tat's what people do when they sleep," you said. -_- SHUT UP!), can you believe that? from 5 in the afternoon to nearly 6 the next day. but it was good. oh yes... that.was.soooo.goood.
erm.

anyways... i'm starting to resemble a half-finished painting job (you know, the kind where they'd tape a section off, to manage a clean spray paint line over with another colour?).
yes, the house-painting sort, not exactly your easel-painting sort.

while others complain of the rain when they swim, i complain or the mighty apollo chariot. and trust me, when your swimwear is those half-diving suit kind (cos i'm conservative like that), you too would be concerned of the sun burning with vengeance into each and every single little pore on your skin. true, the dusky tan transformed into a lovely golden hue the next day (like golden fried chicken) but your arms and thighs sporting two different shades, two shades darker than the other, like mismatched gloves and pantyhoses, are not exactly your idea of a lovely after-effect of the sun, no?

don't think so, either. the last period of time i went a bit crazy on the overdose of chlorine water, those 'au naturel' pantyhoses and handgloves wore themselves on for more than a year. overstayed their welcome, most definitely, for what seemed to be an indefinite period of time.

not a likely activity for someone who's afraid of tanning, you say? i think so too. cept' everytime i first lower myself into the water, i never fail to go anything from, " oh yeah....", to " ah... yes" to "hell...yeah" that- if anything- is worth everything (except the sun).

still, i'm no fish in the water. just a wadding, splashing, flailing horizontal piece of blob trying to keep myself afloat and inch from corner to the other.

3 more weeks, 3 more weeks, 3 more weeks.
trying to keep myself afloat-this time-of a different kind.

r.z 8:13 PM  0 comments