take me to the beach...

was it nick joaquin’s summer solstice (a short story i read in Phil lit a few bellies ago) which playfully described the scourging heat of the summer sun? or was it something else that my brains just picked out from down memory lane. whatever it was, the point is that the sun has consumed me over the past few days, and not just the sun, everything else that it connives with –the dry air, the non-swaying of the trees, even its skin-unfriendly uv rays- that makes me wanting for cold showers, body scrubs, hair massages, air-con in my room, even chocolate ice cream. yes, it is summer time, and summer is really summer when you live just above the equator… pffft!

when before i look forward for summer, now i hate it like i dread july. i know this feeling of resentment is but fleeting, and i blame it to the sad fact that while many are enjoying the sun, out there into the beach, i’m stuck here in my cube, like a slave in shirt and checkered pants annoyed that when i later go out of this disguised refrigerator, i’ll hate summer even more. may be because i’m in manila, working.

and my antidote(s)???— oh, somebody has to take me to the beach! i want to take a dip in the beachside, coat my self with spf while bathing under the sun, walk the sand in white pajamas and shirts and cool shades, drink and be merry along with friends til kingdom come! if not the beach, then in some place outside the metro, like baguio, or la union, hongkong, sipalay, or even just in bacolod, but never ever in manila. i’m all over with the metro life, i want a vacation, where i can enjoy and not resent the sun. so please, i’m desperately begging… take me to the beach!