last week i got to spend two nights and three days in Baguio. that surely was what i needed for quite sometime now. the trip to baguio with two of my friends - kathy and ellize, was absolutely fun and way out of the ordinary. reasons being are the ff:

first, we get to plan for something big, real big, and make it happen barely a month after we'd even thought of it.

two, the planning part, didnt extend to getting a place to stay since none of us have contacts in baguio. so when we found our so-called-hotel for the next few days, which turned out to be really homey, thanks to manong who drove us to different "hotels", it meant that we could be thrown into wherever, and still find a way to survive..he he survivors

third, every penny spent on trip, from the time we rode the taxi to take us to the bus station up to the last tricycle ride home, was entirely ours. every single penny and bill..those were hard-earned money...answering a thousand calls everyday from crazy englishmen..

fourth, i NEVER got to perspire in baguio! and to think that all we ever did was to walk its winding streets. the whole of session road , from one ukay-ukay to another, burnham park, wright park, camp john hay, strawberry farm, name it. the 200 step to the our lady of lourdes grotto- even that, i didnt perspire. not a trickle. what else, we didnt dare go out of our house not bringing any jacket. he he he. pretty amazing for someone who perspires even when sleeping.

fifth, the fresh cool air. its the trademark of the city. can you imagine a mall without an air conditioning system? we got the shock of our lives to find a newly built SM in Baguio, nestled on top a hill, the whole back side of it is open, like a huge terrace, you could stand there and view the hillside and mountains. you guessed it, the cool air inside the mall actually comes from the outside. they let it all open to bring the cool air inside. talk about ingenuity!

sixth, the famous "wagwagan or ukay-ukay"... never thought i could buy cardigans for only P90. whew! the bad part of it was this, if you're a local tourist like us, that means you are buying your way to the city. so with all those plastic bags of souvenirs and ofcourse the jacket we cant live without, the strain is too much on the hands from going through the items that are so close together. you can barely move the hangers if you want to look at the items. its funny, with all those cheap outfits, i got to buy only three blouses.

seventh, and probably the best part, was the gimik at night. padis point was the place. and what did the three of us do? we just danced the night away! ha ha ha! funny, we did meet some guys while dancing to the tune of "where is the love" aka the theme song of the baguio girls. we were doing crazy moves and giggling like school girls, since it was our last night there. and then all of a sudden, we were surrounded by guys, who wanted to dance w/ us! ha ha! selene has captivated Patrick's heart, even "walking" us back home. it must be all the dance moves, aka, k _ s_i _ an plus the "bilbil factor" ofcourse.

there are a lot of things to say still. but i coulnt put it into words. im wishing selene did blog about our trip in baguio. its better reading someone elses blog who shared the same experiences with you. ok selene... your turn.

im just 12 hours away from having a grand vacation! i cant wait to inhale fresh air from the city of pines! everything is working well for me. oops, an understatement. everything is grand! a big paycheck, a beautiful city, and a company of two swirling gaiety of good friends! im so excited!! +amdg

THREE PEOPLE WHO MAKE ME LAUGH:
01 | RV and MIGMIG
02 | joy sistahs
03 | Jackie Chan ( ok, kill me.)


THREE THINGS I LOVE:
01 | my guitar
02 | PC
03 | my notebooks and boxes


THREE THINGS I HATE:
01 | people who look down on others and think of themselves highly
02 | terrorists
03 | swearing ( as if i dont swear..)


THREE THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND:
01.l need of a person to fit in
02 | why is it hard to learn from mistakes
03 | war


THREE THINGS ON MY DESK:
01 | books that are waiting to be read
02 | celphone- my company when my insomnia attacks
03 | rosary - to get me connected with GOD


THREE THINGS I'M DOING RIGHT NOW:
01 | filling this up!
02 | clicking the computer keyboard..duh!
03 | wondering if this is worth my time..


THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE:
01 | get closest to God
02 | have loved others sincerely
03 | to meet dao in person and be able to spend a day with him alone


THREE THINGS I CAN DO:
01 | be a better person when i choose to
02 | play the guitar w/ all intensity
03 | write songs


THREE WAYS TO DESCRIBE MY PERSONALITY:
01 | easy to please
02 | moody
03 | sensitive


THREE WAYS TO DESCRIBE MY LOOKS:
01 | skinny
02 | tall
03 | bow legged!! he he!!


THREE THINGS I CAN'T DO:
01 | swim (believe it or not!)
02 | put a background music for my blog! Grrr!
03 | slouch, as in a simple s-l-o-u-c-h!


THREE THINGS I THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO:
01 | to GOD ofcourse
02 | to your heart
03 | who else??


THREE THINGS I DON'T THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO EVER:
01 | devil
02 | to your fears
03 | BIs


THREE THINGS I SAY THE MOST:
01 | grabe!
02 | sobra!
03 | as in!


THREE OF YOUR ABSOLUTE FAVORITE FOODS:
01 | laing
02 | nilagang okra
03 | ninihaw na bangus ( fine, im a certified filipino!)


THREE THINGS YOU'D LIKE TO LEARN:
01 | to speak chinese, french and spanish fluently and learn the humor of every language
02 | to play the piano and compose beautiful music
03 | web design


THREE BEVERAGES YOU DRINK REGULARLY:
01 | coke (sorry Jerry!!)
02 | iced tea
03 | hot chocolate ( life during breaktime in the office- filling my spill proof mug w/ hot chocolate fr the vendo)

THREE SHOWS YOU WATCHED WHEN YOU WERE A KID:
01 | batibot
02 | smurf
03 | carebears

there are times when i truly miss jerry. i played the video of yao ding ni awhile ago. and yes it does bring back memories...ha ha ..of the two of us together. : )here I go again.

here's Jerry in an astroboy tshirt..

its 3 more days and off well go to vacationland! yahooo!

Shall I ever get lost?

When I sit on a bench
under a sky like this,
pale gray patches of clouds,
the sun, shying away from everyones gaze,
the green foliage of trees
quivering from the chilly, wintry wind,
I remember you.
For in the cold stormy days
that left me crying like a small helpless child,
trying to find her path back home
you were the one I ran to.
Just to hold my hand or hug me tight
and let me see stars in the darkest of nights
and that the flow'rs in the spring bloom
after the winter's gloom
and that the longest nights of my life do end,
when I place my life, my soul,
and my trust in you my friend.

While I know there is more to ponder about,
my life, relatonships, love
the world I live in,
about me and you,
I just smile to myself.
The world may just be grim on me.
But who cares?
You have set me free,
by your death on the cross.
Shall I ever get lost?

2001

*****

out of breath, that's what i felt upon hearing i got a 100 again in my QA. it was all blurry, kokoy smiling while asking me," how many times already?" i squealed,"five times"! omigod! did i even imagine it? well No. i just wished for one and whoa, i now have five. how lucky could one get? what more can i ask for?

that i mentioned to him that i was feeling frustrated bec im not getting hundreds while others did quite easily, he simply said i can. " i dont know" was my reply to him. pessimism surging, emotions bordering from
"i just wanna kill myself..huhu.. " to "im perfectly fine.." , thoughts of just getting a premier. a whirlwind of sad thoughts and simple wishes. and with kokoys last words on our coaching, "You're gonna get a hundred this Monday", i never thought he'd had a slightest gift of seeing the future. come to think of it, maybe he has the gift afterall. or maybe just maybe, he really believed in me.

which of the greek gods am i ?

Morpheus


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an old man knocked on our gate the other day. he was a limping old man, who made use of a long stick as a support when he walked. he wore a dirty long sleeved tshirt, with his grey hair tucked in a cap.a white plastic bag he held on with his other hand. he had an earring, a fake silver one, on his left ear. he looked crabby but the encounter touched me more than anything else. he was not shy. he was greeting me long before i had finally come to face him. it was his birthday he said and he needed to bring something home for his grandchildren. his face was worn maybe because of the heat of day.it was almost noon, and the suns heat was scorching. my eyes were creased as i look at him. i noticed his smiling eyes just like tatangs. that he was asking for rice as a pasalubong to his grandchildren on his birthday melted my heart. i made him wait a little as i got the rice. when i went back, he said " ay, thank you! the rice looks special. i told him it was not, its not even a commercial rice, we got it straight from the rice fields. he said " all that people give are beautiful". i smiled. he added, " you are beautiful. your lips reminds me of ms cruz." i know he was lying just to make me see that he was thankful. and when he said , "you are beautiful because you have a kind heart", i felt happy. he said he had a letter for me to read. i said no its ok. i looked up at the sky and remembered the heat of the sun. he gave the letter anyway. and i read it. it was his 70th birthday and he needed some food to bring home. it was all written in good english. funny how good the old man is in english. the words i wrote here were his exact words. it wasnt used in filipino. i told him he reminds me of tatang my grandfather whos dead for years, with the cap, and his eyes and his speaking in english...he said that he finished second year of high school. so that's why. he greeted me even with "belated condolence"! we both laughed. and then again he said thank you and that i should always take care of myself. he said, "dont put your confidence in the tricycle drivers, you'll never know who to trust. even here. you take care of yourself. God bless you".

i still think about it a lot of times throughout the day. his words, his face.i felt touched with my encounter with him. i dont know why but it made me think of good thoughts like God. and again this will add up to one of my many good thoughts.

heres a call i got from one crazy brit the other day...

me: welcome to 118-118. how may i help you?
caller:im looking for the number of the moon ( a guy whose voice sounds like hes just 18 or a little older)
me: thats the moon. which town is this in?
caller: oh im not sure..
me: what type of business is this? (quizzical)
caller: well, its an electrical shop..that sort of thing
me: thank you. one moment pls.
me: im trying to do a category search for you, one moment pls.. (caller hums a song while im searching, w/c was so irritating!)
me: i do apologize im not showing anything for that name. is there anything else?
caller: oh, you can try searching in merseyside!
me: what particular town? ( i sounded pissed alright...)
caller: all i know is that its on sunshine street... ( Uh oh, "sunshine street"...Mmmm...)
caller: and its on a ring called saturn..wait i'll ask my colleague..
(after a few sec.. i heard a door closing so clearly that puzzled me..)
caller: yeah that's right..
me: im sorry not showing anything for that.
caller: oh come on! it has got to be there! its approximately a million miles away from the earth!!! ( caller might as well said, "yeah, you stupid girl, its the moon you see! as in the MOON, how couldnt it be there!!")
and still, w/c so much professionalism, i muttered...
me: yeah the moon..alright, you go to hell. ( then what i never thought i'd do, i did. I released the call.)


so is there an excuse for this or what? its crazy enough dealing with racist brits, those who think they are the rulers of the world bec of their skin color and glorius past, well we asians do have a rich history as well dont we? and how about mesopotamia, and persia and india. ofcourse china. hello? attila the HUn would have the run of his life if he meets genghis khan the greatest mogul emperor. the point is there is i enjoyed the call, secretly enjoyed it knowing i won over a dumb person calling in to ask for the number of the moon. ha ha ha!! if my manager know this, im dead. he was actually pleased with me these days bec of my good QA scores. ha ha.. im so happy.

im feelin fabulous!!! i got 100% QA for 3 straight weeks! i couldnt have made it on my own. AMDG +.

that im drunk and still is still blogging is simply way out crazy. just two hours ago i was a sure victim of "once-invited-you-can-never-stop" syndrome. thanks to kathy who at the age of 21 is a certified drunken master who tossed a shot glass to me- a 26 year old loser drinker. roughly about 40 minutes or so after that, i was simply what you call the "just-a-4 shots-of-tecquilla-and then-you're-a-dead-person".
ugh, we were dancing like it's the last dance of our lives. the thing is if being drunk makes you jumble peoples names (mike enriquez for mike santiago to my horror!) , and makes you say foul words for like hundreds of times, ugh, then ... ah.. that makes makes me wanna drink some more!! JOKE! Ugh, i hate that i cant control myself when im drunk! i hate it when i just i know i did some things that i woudnt dare do when im not drunk! the feeling of the whole world swirling in slow motion, each dancemoves like the last scenes from the movie american beauty-lonely, slow, the moment rolls in like leaves falling from its branch during autumn.

and before i sleep i feed my soul with the thought of going to UK. "we shall go to UK". the new brand name we should supposed to live up to beginning today... yes.. london get ready, here we come.