Kokomo

Bigger fonts, deeper colors. Welcome to my new blog appearance.
And pair that up with a not-so visible tan line, straight from the beach of Puerto Galera. Yes, my dear comrades and readers... as you might have all well known that I just came home from the beach, after bitching with my oh-so successful vacay and bikini wax. My long-term dream of wearing a G-string beaded green bikini and spending my day lounging around has finally came true --- except that the sun didn't show up (damn the eggs. damn the silly eggs i offered to Santa Clara. Might as well sacrificed a whole coop or ate live chicken. grrr.) for the first two days. And the nerve! Mister Sun showed up on the day that we are supposed to leave... so what did Miss Beach Bitch do? Swam, swam and swam some more.
I earned a tan line on the last day, but it faded when I got back to Manila which, by the way, left me an ugly darkened skin color. Think about my poor Japanese genes, arrrggghhh!! I envy Andre, though... he learned his lesson well for being a killjoy. The raw Korean slept all throughout our vacay while I was itching to commit suicide and drown myself in coco wine and Pringles. Not to mention that I was chanting my wicked incantations accompanied by a borrowed guitar some kind local lent me. Thank you, whoever the goddess of vacation is. (Uhhh Mariko... isn't that you? shut up. I know I'm a goddess... tee hee.)
Moral of the story: Don't over-massage your raw Korean vacay mate if you want some action. Don't eat too much breakfast in the buffet. No Shiatsu and Body oil required. Chocolate and whipped cream are plus factors.
How am I today? Good, and so I think. There are so many things that I wanted to discuss, wanted to confront after the beach thing. But for the meantime, I'll sae the yakkity yak later.
I'm gonna scrub my bikini line.