perfect starry nights. sweet dreams. moon beams. a love that's warm. and bright.

while i was brushing my teeth this morning, the radio blared, "come to baguio." i stopped mid-brush stroke and smiled at the mirror. why not i said to my reflection as if sharing a secret with the other me. i was running late for work [as usual] but i took my time in clasping my trusty platform sandals and fixing my hair. i felt like dressing up today just like the good ole times up north. it felt perfectly alright to wear my four-inch sandals even if i had to walk a few blocks. i do that a lot in college anyway.

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.

i am reduced to a blabbering buffoon remembering the good ole days when i was there. when life was there. when my heart was beating perfectly normal there. anube tutube. adik is what this is.
itaas ang kamay ng lahat ng nakakamiss sa baguio at gustong bumalik doon pero hindi pwede. tara. um-emo tayez. haulright.

once upon a time, there was a bored kid who woke up and said, "i think i want to be a dj today." and after much struggles and other bored-things-to-do in between, she ended up in the realms of camp allen with that tangkad ng very hard tower and blinking red light on top.


hello airwaves. i knew you in theory. but this is beyond what the books say! i hearts you like whoa.
but the waves weren't always friendly. when that happens i turn to other friends. and what great friends they are. so really, this is what part three is about. the people behind the radio frequency.

this jockey thing is a short stint. but the behind the scenes will last a life time. hay. gulay. dq on the loose.

    girl, put your records on. nothing else sounds as good as 96.7 k-lite.

 

i'm on a roll. feeling sentimental just because these july rains bring in a cold rush [from the north but don't quote me on that] that reminds me of that one place my heart calls home.

best baguio memory number two. inter-varsity christian fellowship northern luzon!

there are so many things about it that i dearly love. and i can't even start describing how much it means to me. ivcf has become my family up north. the Lord used ivcf  for me to know Him deeper and become seriously joyful in my faith.

six months into the GT ministry taught me a lot of things. grabe. there were moments i wished i went to the corporate world full time so i can get my star path going, but being a graduate team member has more eternally-valuable lessons that i couldn't have learned elsewhere. ANG GALING LANG TALAGA NI GOD SOBRA!

one of the things i'll never forget is the terrible bagyo last year when so many places had landslides. i'm just thankful we were safe and in great spirits. when these girls get topak, they do crazy things. that's roma and me on that fateful day. if i have the power to relive it, i will.

marami pa sobra. and shucks, words escape me right now. they're running so fast in my head that my fingers cannot keep up.

coffee bonding sessions with ate dot, kuya erik, kuya carlo are also memorable. i love staying at their house for chats and coffee [ate dot bakes the best breads and cakes!]. hay. muling ibalik, please please.

then there are Bible studies which i super enjoy. hay. exegesis and hermeneutics and apologetics are always, always so great to do. and my girls. grabe.

SOBRANG DAMI PA.

[sorry, i am incoherent, i get really sentimental at the thought] more to come.

oh rawr. that was yesterday.
i figured i couldn't work on this tribute/psycho thing in just a week. i mean, it's four years' worth of memories, you know. i can't extract it just like that. i may have to swoon, cry, crack, laugh, stalk, sob, laugh harder and cry some more at the mere thought of those happy, happy moments. that and because i'm so busy/lazy to sit this one out for a trip down that lane.
i promise to do this real soon.
toodles!

i am working on a blog post that will last a whole week in honor of the love of my life that is baguio.
on june 25, 11AM, it will have been six months, eight days, twelve hours [sing it to me, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh] since i went away. oh, that's a brian mcknight song. pfft.

i just thought it would be a grand idea to pay tribute to the best memories i've had in the last four years.

who's in the running to be my best baguio memory?

find out soon. :D

yeahbah my oh-so-favorite hellobebe for this video with my oh-so-favorite pinggoy in the world. iamsuchafanthankyoubow.

click me!

funny how they should be portraying the sordid tale that is my lurvelife [or lack of it thereof]... oo na, given i wasn't really the inspiration for this pero bakit ba gusto ko magdrama eh. ganun talaga pag may mga heart shwarla, kala mo lahat ng bagay eh patama sayo. huwag nang umangal. moment to ng mga favorites ko. nyahahaha.

i don't like callalily, for the record. yun lang. bow.

i love love thursday!

charing!

yehey, finally after ten billion years, i shall show you my baguio, erm, escapade [using that word gives me the creeps, dunno why].



see? me and pine tree almost equals baguio. and and and, i get to wear pink and bandannas and layered clothes... it's not something you can do on a daily basis in hot hot manila so this is such a relief for me.