The Baguio transplant.

There was this little boy, around 3 years old, sitting on his father’s lap. The little boy kept on shouting AAAAAAH to the vehicles and people we were passing by. You know how little kids like to do that. Kinda cute. (-:

But then his elder sister (around 5) kept shushing him.

Boy: AAAAAAAAAAH

Girl: Ssssssssssh

Boy: AAAAAAAAAAH

Girl: Ssssssssssh

It went on like that for like a whole minute and I gotta tell you, the shushing was more annoying than the shouting. Why must we shush the little kids? I say let them shout all they want. Little kids should be allowed to shout whenever they want.

Anyway, Jang and I are having dinner with a new friend tonight! Universe, Internet, Earth: Life is wonderful nowadays. (-: Thank you!

PS: Ma arrived in Las Vegas safely last night, she’s with Papa now and it makes me giddy knowing that my parents are together again! It makes me happy knowing that after all these years, they’re still so in love like that. (-:

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Look at what Jang found for me!

Last night was a particularly lazy night, it being rainy and nippy. Jang was playing Phlinx on my laptop while I was reading a book on ‘making the connection’ (by Oprah!). We ate dinner early so we were just whiling away time, then Jang saw that she had six missed calls on her Sun number. The caller’s number wasn’t on her phonebook so she texted, assuming that the caller was a client:

Sino po ito?

A few minutes later the answer came, and I quote:

R, u boy or girl?

Because we were kind of bored, I texted back:

Burl.

This is what Jang and I call ourselves sometimes, we joke that we are half boy, half girl, thus, Burl (boy + gurl). Sometimes it’s Goy (girl + boy). Anyway, the texter replied:

Anong burl? Meron vang burl? Bakla kaba?

Of course I was tempted to text, yes, I’m gay, but instead I replied (in honor of Jang’s aunt who once involved herself in a playful text exchange with a person she didn’t know):

Lola na ako. Ikaw?

By this time Jang and I were laughing so hard, I was thinking of another comeback if ever the texter replies again but at the same time I remembered that I also just wanted the person to stop texting and ringing Jang’s phone (oh the disadvantages of a Sun SIM sometimes). The reply came swiftly:

Ay ganun po ba Lola. Cge, po goodnight na Lola, pasensya na po. Akala ko dalaga ka pa.

And that, my children, is the easiest way to dodge a person who is still stuck in the “Hi, pwede bang maki-textmate” era. Say that you’re a Lola.

Jang had an interesting question, however, “E paano pala kung Lolo siya?”

Patay tayo don.

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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