I arrived home from the beach at around seven-thirty p.m. and I planned to make a little update the moment I arrived but Alex called and went to my house. Since we were a bit bored with Dance Revolution already, mostly we hung out in my room and talked and listened to CDs until 10:45. That was pretty cool. I am so glad she isn't mad at me; I guess I was being paranoid again, about her being jealous of me and all.

Thanks to my sister who kept talking nonstop about animes during our vacation, I'm beginning to become a fan of animes right now. Not a die-hard fan like my sister, who would really freak out if she missed a single episode of Flame of Recca or Samurai X or any of those cartoons. I just find the drawings really cute, that's all. I especially love it the way their eyes grow big when they're surprised. And I think it's cool the way some of the characters like, burst into flames when they're mad or something. I wish I could when I'm mad, so that people would take me seriously and know that I mean business. It would be cool if I had the power to incinerate my enemies. And I would die if I had breasts and legs like those anime girls. Leave it to the Japanese, they're real creative people.

So...my vacation. The beach resort we went to was in a province called Cavite, three hours away from Manila . The resort itself is located in a private cove, a perfect "Mediterranean" hideaway. Imelda Marcos ( the wife of our ex president) used to bring her royalty and hollywood guests here but now it's owned by someone else. Surrounding it was virgin rainforest. I was surprised to note that there was still wildlife around (sea eagles, monkeys, yellow cockatoos (?) etc.) despite the fact that it was pretty near the city. Heck, I didn't think that there was any wildlife left in the Philippines, what with all the pollution and all. The beach was really postcard pretty, white sand and all. When we walked to check out the marina, I wasn't surprised to see assorted garbage riding with the tide. I was even sorta expecting it. Face it, the beach was too clean; surely there had to be some visible trash around here somewhere. After all, this is the Philippines. My folks said that the garbage came all the way from Manila. I'm not too surprised. How it ended up there, I have no idea. Nothing beats the beaches outside Manila. They are still the best.

I felt a tad uncomfortable in my swimsuit. Not because I felt like I wasn't thin enough--in fact, I have graduated to a respectable level of sexiness--but because I felt like someone placed a hidden camera somewhere in the sand. Me wading in the cold saltwater (in a swimsuit) occassionally picking up interesting-looking seashells could become the videoke of a mushy ballad. Okay, that description is a bit exaggerated, but I felt like I was being watched as I tried to haul my fat ass across the Pacific Ocean. Anyway, the food was great, the place was great, the location is great, and I actually had fun especially cycling the aqua trike.

Hmm, I have a lot of e-mail but I'm too lazy to respond to them right now. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow. Hopefully I will wake up late--how I miss doing that. Good night.