Most girls this day and age find the summer sun an object of damnation on their part - getting yourself darker than Bernie Mac's chest hair certainly isn't the best you could get from a beachy weekend.

But once the threat of UV rays slowly sinks in the distance, you cannot help but... smile.

When you wish to see a sunset closest to those you see on long-sleeved Billabong or Ripcurl t-shirts, go to the provinces. It is at dusk when you get to witness the most spectacular plays of color in the sky; what with the hazy orange sun, brilliant pink clouds, and periwinkle tints in the background - all blending to a grayish dark blue in the atmosphere above, with the occasional dark silhouette of a coconut tree. I can guarrantee that they won't cease to amaze you.

PJ and Vincent rode with us on the long trip to Calatagan Laguna, where we indulged ourselves upon the private beach, heated pool, and the more luxurious rest house (where you get to sit on P250,000 worth of chairs, and play billiards on the 2nd floor). Oh do not think of this as bragging, heck no. The house wasn't ours.

In fact, it was a district outing we went to. About as spiritually elating as any retreat, and as fun as summer camp, it's really something to look forward to; especially since many of us are of the same age group.

Anyway, the ride home was fast enough. I slept the whole time, but not before I found amusement from Campus Radio.

"... And that was T-Pain with 'I'm In Love With A Stripper'. Thank you Mary and Victoria of St. Paul University, Quezon, for tuning in with the request earlier. And now..."

It takes direct association with any of the St. Paul Colleges all over the country, of course, for you to find this remotely interesting in the least. But growing up in a school where morals and religious upbringing are handled by nuns who pretend to be midgets in Christmastime has taught me to notice the trivial defiance housed in the tiniest of things that we Paulinians do.

In other words, pasaway kami.

That concludes the major topics I've stored in mind all day. Now on to the small-fry.

Chico is driving me crazy!! Yes, I know I'd been drooling over him the first few days, but he's proving to be harder than I thought. Anyway, It's not over yet. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.

Muhohohoa.

Muhahahaha.

Mwahohoohoh.