By the Power of the Mystical Sun, Rain Be Gone.

It's supposed to be that time of the year when you don't get annoyed even if the temperature outside is smoldering hot because classes is just some far flung thought in your mind.

It's supposed to be that time of the year when Mr. Golden Sun AKA Mystical Sun is up and about.

It's supposed to be that time of the year when you get all excited stuffing your backpack with twice as much clothes that you really need because that much awaited trip that you planned so perfectly a few months back is about to unfold.

But no... As I am typing this entry, the lightning is peeking through my rolled down bamboo blinds and raindrops are steadily waltzing on our windows and roof. Bagyong Emong is making it's presence felt.. When it's supposed to be Summer. Oh the rain.

Yes, it's supposed to be SUMMER. Hot. Sticky. Sunburn. Happy. Vacation. SUMMER.

I'm storming the heavens right now to please take a break from this habit of making the clouds cry so hard.

We have plans, you know. Haha. Nobody expected that summer would pass us by without us noticing it. Grabe, ang bilis ah.

I just hope the storms would go away. I'm okay with the rain, actually. But of course, I still prefer the SUN, if God will permit. Yes, SUN. I don't mind getting more burnt than I already am.

Oh rain, be gone.

We still have Naga and Palawan.

I suddenly have a newfound appreciation for my tan.

Ciao!

May 7
8:13pm