My good friend, Thet, and I had a mini-Baguio turista weekend in 2008. We decided to give it another whirl this past (very) long weekend and boy, oh, boy, ohboyohboy. Did we have fun? YES. We didn’t really get to see Baguio as tourists when we were in college there, and I certainly didn’t have [...]
It’s always the fog, of course. Mist. That thing that always, always seems to say “I am mysterious, won’t you like to know me deeper?” It’s a tease. On some days it’s so heartbreakingly beautiful that you are left wondering how you can face the next day without it. Already, there’s a dread: Will it be [...]
I was on the jeep a few minutes ago and along Boni Avenue we passed this carwash shop from where a mist was billowing out onto the street. It looked (but did not feel) like fog, and my heart skipped a beat. I miss you. I’m trapped in these starts and stops, love. For numerous [...]
It’s Sunday and tourists are everywhere. It’s easy to spot them, mostly it’s through their clothes. It’s one of these three: they are in their winter collection (props to Kiko for this phrase [and its context]) on a really hot day; they are in their summer collection on a foggy day; or they are in [...]
‘A dream for Baguio’
On September 1, Baguio City will be 100 years old. Below is an editorial, entitled ‘A dream for Baguio’, printed on the March 18, 1958 issue of the Baguio Midland Courier. After reading it, I marveled at two things: (1) Wow, 50 years ago the city was referred to as ‘brimming’ already and yet today [...]