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:
4 comments:
para ngang halatang hindi ka masaya..
ako rin. i want to be back in baguio.. huhuh
we are reduced to being i-wanna-be-in-baguio crybabies. pero ewan ko ba basta, we understand where were coming from. so there. *whine whine whine*
yer ryt!
to make it more correct, four years and a half? or so... :D
winner, winner!
good ol' baguio memories, eh??
don't worry dude, someday, someday.
ex crush and that celebrity have the same, er, what? facial -------, er? i can't pin it eh. so help me.
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