it's a perfect day for walking even if there are signs of rain. i ditched my umbrella the last minute despite my mother's vehement warnings of sudden rain pour. i said it's okay i'm sure i'd get to the office dry. something about the cool air brings back fond memories and i can't help but smile myself stiff at the thought. i keep a lot of inside jokes in my head that i find myself getting lost in reverie while the whole street is wondering what the heck is wrong with that strange girl [haha, add in 'why is she smiling?' and 'what is she wearing?!']. i don't mind being drenched so long as i experience that moment. [cool air in manila is rare, people. tchh.]
how many weekends have gone and i still am not able to take the north route. i should be used to it but i find it difficult and still rather unsettling. my folks often wondered why i keep planning baguio trips when i had had a good four years there. duh. four years there is exactly why. i will never tire of fantasizing walks up and down session road, tree-hugs in john hay, my favorite people and places and the yumminess of everything cool and green and pine-scented! [bah, screw parallelism, not in the mood to be a grammar whore].
before i sound like a broken record, i bet you already saw this coming, lemme just say that my heart beats oh-so-strongly still for the place that it calls home. so there.
and i miss you.
so last week, i was supposed to be up there, but tchh, i was sent to man a banquet in laguna [my gulay laguna bat di na lang tarlac o baguio].
this is why:
this is why:








