as i pouted over how bloated i currently am and whimpered in pain at the arrival of the menstrual cramps, i decided - in an attempt to distract myself - that since everyone's getting all pale and sickly looking due to the cold front (or storm or whatever, i don't really pay attention to the news), i will instead attempt to get a tan and thus be a bronze goddess. okay, the bronze goddess thing will never happen - i'm too short and fat to be one - so i guess i'll settle for being tanned. i was tanned all through secondary school, due to netball practice (if you have no idea what that sport is, you suck) and girl-guides ('girl-scout' to all you pinoys) drills, and i think i miss it. but, since my skin is stubborn and hates to co-operate, it instead decided that it would rather burst into rash than be exposed to sunlight or tanning creams - i think my skin has a mind of its own. so now, instead of sleeping by the pool or lathering on a fake-tan, i have to nurse my damn rash to extinction (or at least hibernation). i hate having this stupid condition, it makes life such a bother. i feel like a bubble-girl person now.