The Baguio transplant.

Went to Manila to spend quality time with Mama who's leaving today at 4pm for Las Vegas... to be with Papa, hurrah ♥

Arrived at Mandaluyong on Sunday morning, slept, then met jajajas for dinner at Gateway. She gave me a lovely mini-album of photos she took (I'm a big fan of her photography!), some of my favorites:



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Look at what Jang found at National Bookstore for me!



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Today is Baguio City Day # 672 (well, roughly) so I asked someone to guest post here to give you an update on Year #2 of The Great Baguio Resettlement Project.

For this edition of the Baguio City Chronicles, I asked Atty Jang to write for me because I am too busy with Tumblr hahaha. Kidding aside, I just wanted to know what’s in her head and so that there will be something new to read around here other than my rants blah blah blah.

HERE GOES: (-:

(Grammatical errors are my bad because I’m the editor in this relationship) (-:

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“Mamuy, I’m bored… ” that was my statement for two days about a week ago. Kat would look at me and ask what I wanted to do. I would say I don’t know and try to find something to amuse me for the time being. For herself, she would be playing on the computer or watching one of her downloads. For the most part, I would just go to bed early. Kat would sleep a bit later than me. But always, she’d nudge me or something before she drifted off to her own dreams.

Baguio Day No. 672 – Kat still likes me. It always makes me feel better. She always says that I make her feel better but from my point of view, it’s the other way around. She still holds my hand, looks at me as if I were the only person there, smiles at my non-sense, and laughs with and at me. She still makes me feel good about myself and about being in this relationship.

Mamuy, I’m bored again… “Tara, nai-cha tayo!” She would say this to me at 10 in the evening when every sane being should be in bed or at least at home preparing to rest for the next day. As a nai-cha addict and because I want to do something other than sleep, we go out of the house and stay out til past midnight for Internet and a tall ice cold glass of nai-cha. It’s good to be in Baguio where you can go out at night and not worry about how far you would have to travel to get where you want to go.

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June 3, 2007 was my last day as a Starbucks barista. It was a Sunday and my last shift ended at 3 in the afternoon. On that day my mother and younger brother picked me up from the store and I made them frappuccinos. (-:

After my shift I treated my co-baristas to [possibly] the best pancit in Mandaluyong (Bermuda Hotel’s!), headed home, then promptly went back to the store to spend more time with the later shift, most of whom are good friends who I have gained for the last seven months. It was two weeks before I moved to Baguio City again.

I won’t write about how I miss the job (I do, terribly) or how I regard it as one of the most enjoyable jobs I have ever had (I was errands person, editorial assistant, reporter, waitress/secretary/cashier, call center trainee [for two nights haha], etc.)

Instead I will write about this friend who asked me in high school (almost 12 years ago) “Wala na bang ibang alam gawin ang pamilya mo kundi ang mag-waiter?”

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Finally, done with my Majawjaw Chronicles.

The sipits are so adorable in real life. Sa National BS ata nasa 100+/set sila, pero sa Divi sobrang ang mura nila (-30/set I think). Sabi ko kay Jang hindi ko alam kung saan sila gagamitin (ang daming possibility: pangsipit sa sachets, paper clip, divider, bookmark, hair clip, shirt accessory, etc.) pero ang totoo niyan ayoko lang talaga sila gamitin kasi gusto ko safe sila lagi (mommy tendencies) tsaka makulay. Hinihiram hiram sila ni Jang for her projects tapos kinukuha ko kaagad kasi AKIN sila e. AKIN (bwahahaha).

I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands
I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you
I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do
I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem
I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone

I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality
I believe that trust is more important than monogamy
I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul
I believe that family is worth more than money or gold

I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair
I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires

I believe forgiveness is the key to your unhappiness
I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed
I believe that God does not endorse TV evangelists
I believe in love surviving death into eternity

"Grow my babies, grow." *evil laugh* - Jang



before:

water babies.

the rage today.
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Instructions that came with the package:

1. add water 400G on the product. About 4 hours it will grow up.
2. one clear beauty satiety face will grow up.
3. when the flower want to oxygen and nutrition, I will help you too much.

 

Last Wednesday was Day#30 of our No Fastfood Diet. We did it!
We are fastfood junkies, we eat at a Mcdonald’s or a KFC an average of eight meals a week, so it was very difficult to go on this diet. Yesterday (Thursday) I was telling Jang that I wanted a chicken fillet and a cheeseburger, and what do you know, she bought those for dinner, plus a cake. It was this weird sort of reward I wanted and got. *grin* (on the very first day that we are ‘allowed’ fastfood)
We’ve introduced a regular intake of fruits (Ok, oranges) to our meals and we’ve come up with some creative meal plans that didn’t include fastfood, and it was a challenge, a nice challenge.
We feel good that we hurdled that 30-day experiment. Yay.

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I was down with a bad case of bronchitis the past week. Remember KIVSW? It stretched on to three weeks, and if I hadn’t infected Jang, I still wouldn’t have gone to the doctor.
I was taking this cocktail of medicines that were just stopgaps to the cough and colds, they never really cured me. It’s just that I was used to self-medicating and the fact that I got well that way in the past somehow gave me this ‘assurance’ that I would get well this time. Also, whenever I have the flu, the cough would always, always be protracted to a month so I didn’t think what I had was serious.
Not until Saturday night anyway when I had a very high fever. Jang did a good job in breaking the fever and by Sunday morning I was better, thing is she got worse by Sunday night and by Monday we were both coughing plus she had fever, too.
So last Tuesday we went to Doctor Vic who said that my immune system was shot, and phlegm has taken over my lungs. Jang was glaring at me the whole time Doctor Vic was declaring how badly sick I am (hehe) because she was the one who kept telling me to go have a check-up and I kept saying I was getting better there’s no need to go to a doctor. It turned out if I hadn’t had a check-up pneumonia was just around the corner.
We’re better now, thank God.

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On Wednesday morning Kuya and Mama told me that our dog of more than ten years, Ina, died.
In the family, Kuya is the one who’s very fond of pets. I haven’t really been keen on getting close to our dogs especially that so many puppies have died on me in the past.
But Ina, she’s different.
Learning of her death dampened my mood the whole of Wednesday. I was crying for the good part of that morning…
Ina’s the most loyal dog we’ve had. All of us in the family had this special connection with her. She listened, she was obedient, she was so sweet. Whenever she did something wrong and we’d scold her she would just whimper and put her head down and try to get us to stroke her. Sometimes she’d ignore us when we call her but always we’d know she was just taking her time and true enough some time later she’d eventually come.
Ten years. That’s like one third of my whole life. Byron said that Mama cried some when Kuya took Ina to be burnt. Ina baby, you will be missed.
Kuya bought a new dog though, a black Lab. She doesn’t have a name yet, Kuya said Papa will choose a name, as she is our homecoming gift to him anyway. Ina would’ve sufficed and I know Papa would’ve been more pleased if it was Ina who will be there when he comes home…
Nevertheless, that new dog will be loved and taken cared of like our most beloved mutt was.

"Who were you after you were mine?"

This morning I passed by the little post office under the Km 0 sign and mailed six semi-bulky envelopes for my LJ lovelies (and one for the Pansitan five-year blog anniv project). The other Pansitan recipients' handmade gifts will follow very soon. For inspiration I summoned Lorena Siminovich's simple yet SUPERwhimsical collages. And some PostSecret.

Others: I need a new phone. 'Need' in this case is an utter understatement. I have two SIMs and I am using two borrowed phones, one of which is nearly disintegrating (and the down scroll is not working). Props to Junkie though for lending me phones. My v3i is sorely missed. boohoo

Tumblr.com and Blip.fm are taking much of my Internet time as of late. And The L Word season 6 (final season) is almost done, I will sorely miss those lesbians haha.

Plus, this cough is tough. Three weeks and counting. Junkie is having trouble sleeping because I've been coughing and coughing and coughing (and still refusing to take antibiotics).

Also, I have these ideas of me. Past ideas. 1) Me wearing a flowing paisley skirt walking along Session Road on a foggy day. 2) Me in an obscure coffee shop for more than half a day, just writing, and asking for refills. 3) Me sitting on grass, atop a mountain preferably, looking over a city or whatever is below or in front, wind on my back. 4) Me flying a kite.

It's just that, there are many more of these ideas, and it feels like I'm wasting too much time NOT doing them as often as I can. Number 3 most of all. Thing is, maybe I just really don't have that enough time. Numbers 1 and 2: DONE. Numbers 3 and 4, When when when.

Time for Ultimate Comfort Song of All Time. For Forever. And Ever.

Won't. You. Please. Let. Me. BackToYourHeart.

This L Word OST addiction looks like a keeper.