not that i can swim . . .

three days ago was "beach day". My family and my relatives went to the beach -- a relatively famous resort back in our hometown. They had been planning the activity ever since my relatives arrived two days before. Much was expected and food was stacked like we were heading for winter. kids (yes, there were tiny little devils screwing around calling me "uncle" --> a title i'm not really fond of) were jumping up and down talking bout sharks and how fast they could swim and how far they could travel underwater without breathing. . . i was thankful none of them ask me how good i could swim because that would be very embarassing. i couldn't imagine myself lying to them yet imagining myself telling them i couldn't makes me wanna flatten the tire out of our family car to sabotage the entire thing. I DON'T WANT THEM TO SEE ME HEADING ON DEEP WATERS WEARING A LIFEJACKET!!!!!

So that particular day, i did not bring anything other than my discman and one towel and told them i was not in the mood to go flirting with the fishes. much to my luck (and dismay), we arrived there to find the beach under extreme low tide. So i slept under the cottage as the little devils and my other relatives went and crucified themselves under the heat of the sun. a few hours after that, i decided to take a dip (with the water just chest-deep) and rinsed myself thirty minutes later. the rest of the afternoon, i covered my head with my towel and complained about how hot the sun was and how my neck began to burn.

my only consolation after that was i didn't get sunburned. When i woke up the next day, i saw my sis grumbling 'bout how her nose was starting to peel off. I had the urge to poke their back with a stick and see if they jump knowing that other than the face, the back is another part of the body that easily gets burned. I never did.