city of pines

Baguio! We planned this laag seven months ago and I couldn't believe that it really was happening.

I've spent my entire life in Cebu where the sun loves to comes out. So, going to Baguio was really refreshing! It's like going to a different country. People everywhere were on hoods and jackets and there are even some who wore boots. Amazing! Six hours on the road was totally worth it.

What I love Baguio the most is the fog and the pine trees. It feels like Edward and the Cullens will appears out of nowhere any minute. What can I say, the place is very romantic!

Food are delicious and cheaper. Too bad, I'm on a tight budget coz I spent most of my money buying pasalubong! Bad budgeting :(

My only issue was the slope-y ground. A simple walk gave me a cardio exercise. Good thing the weather was cold that it prevented me from being sweaty. And oh, the sharing of bedroom, too. Coz me + Am2 + Dwight living in the same room, not a very good idea. It's a disaster. It's like world coming to an end.

No, it's not a relocation center. it's a room shared by the raccoons named Am2 and Dwight.. We don't do beds. That only time it looked presentable was when we arrived.

Disclaimer: Dearest future husband, this is definitely not what our home is gonna look like in the near future, believe me. It just so happened that I slept in a not-so right group of people. Don't retreat!

Looking at Mike and Mad's bedroom...

what are they, monks? It looks like it even haven't slept on.

Yeah, I know, it's shame. Messy (me), messier (Am2) and messiest (Dwight) should not share a room. hehehehe. Messy lang ko, akoa man ni nga blog. You can mock me on your own blog :P

Night sessions. We have these brainstorming every before sleeping. Of course there's a wide range of topics. From toot to toot to toot. Sorry mom, I could have choose my friends better but they're all I've got! Mike and Dwight were not that good when it comes to role modelling. Really, they got greener and greener as the day goes by. I can't thank them enough for a lot of unsolicited lessons that I certainly not willing to know. (Or did I?) From the point of attacks to the angle of the flagpost. And since on, 100 is not just a number to me! Really, no normal person could simplify hotdog with two eggs to 100. Bow to that!

And Am, it was a very nice talk. I learned a lot from you. hihihihi. Of course I wont reveal a single word coz I know you'd kill me, and so far, I still love my life, so, my mouth is sealed.

Let picture paints the words :D

stop over at Am-am's tita Bing's house in Pateros

Manila bay?

Luneta park

Luneta park again

Baguio Cathedral

Burnham park

SM Baguio

to the mansion

the mansion

goin' native

Botanical Garden

session road - nangitag pagkaonan

ice cream session in Session

yeah, that's fog

tree house

pose pose sa wishing well

pang koreanovela

gyera na ni!

it's a bird, it's a plane

pasalubong - ang salarin nganu na short ko

sweet life

feels like i had eaten a year's worth of sugar these past four days. 

last sunday we celebrated atchie and dayme's birthday. and you know what happened on birthdays, right? it's a drill and the only part of your body left busy is your mouth, with all the chewing and the talking! the rest, absorbs everything the mouth does and busied fattening. urgh!

so, after eaten a tub of rice and a barrel of fatty meat, i now have a tummy a size of texas. gone are those 4 weeks of excruciating diet! yupak!

i don't wanna talk about cakes and ice creams and delicious fatty foods. coz each one of them screams calories. and there's a rule.  you cannot not eat on birthdays, it's a mortal sin. ok, i made it up, but it was there, waiting for me to pick them up.. *sigh* i'm weak, i know :(

then yesterday, i arrived in the office with chocolates everywhere. and it's for free. wait, is it christmas, already?  what's wrong with free foods? you are forced to eat it coz it's free! it's like it was given to you and it is now your responsibility. and i take responsibilities very seriously. that's how my parents raised me.

so, i eat like a hundred of bars already and there's still more hiding in my cabinet. it's hideous, i don't wanna see it. i know the minute i open it, it magically pops up into my mouth. i do not know which has a mind of its own, my mouth or the chocolates. which is which, i'm not happy about it! *manangil lagi*

i cannot dispose it of course. helloooo, hungry children of africa??? it's a crime! excuse me. *munching chocolate*

ps: i should have write about our last vacation in baguio but my mind's foggy with all the foods i consumed.

hair-y after harry

i cut my hair... again. this time, it really is very short. one minute i was watching hermione (harry potter) on my laptop and then the next time i knew i was holding a pair of stained scissors and did my hair. i don't know what made me do it! it may the sleepiness at 12mn. or the excitement of going to baguio for the first time. or the weather. or the alignment of venus to jupiter. or whatever, i don't know. i could have attribute it to lunacy but it wasn't even full moon at that time. and then i slept afterwards. didn't even contemplate on that outburst, blimey! (eh, that's very harry potter-ish!)

i just realize it this morning when i saw the cut hair scattered on the table. i was so shocked that i immediately grabbed the mirror and looked at the damage. i never had been happier of sporting a curly hair, coz the damage is unnoticeable.

what's rosy of having curly hair is that it's hard to tell if the cut is awful, coz really, the hair itself is awful, nobody cares about the cut! i think nobody even know that i had a new haircut. ugh! i always hate my hair.

i already did this before. twice! the first time was when i was 5 years old. everyone in the class had bangs and i asked mama if i could have one. she wont let me coz i look prettier in one-length hair kuno! so, i put my bangs's fate in my own hands and cut it by myself. i must had cut it really short that the remaining bangs rested right after the scalp. and it was frizzly and dangerously strewn in every direction! god, that was a disaster! i even had a childhood photo with the infamous bangs. i carried the humility for days and i hated it when that incident will be brought to a family table discussion. i don't know who did i look more at that time, bert or ernie [in sesame street].

bert and ernie

lesson learned: mama was right, i looked prettier in one-length. and i never, even once, did dream of having bangs again.

sidenote:

then, while riding a jeepney on the way to the office, a guy (with tattoos and piercings all over his body) in front of me fancied the same hairstyle. i almost yelped "really?!".

that's how i started my day.