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My Trip (part II)
Tuesday, December 20, 2005

So I went to Baguio. Here's how my trip began. I was hangin' at the tambayan, calling ma'am tessa. Ana was about to leave and I asked him if I could join him since Nes wasn't going. He said yes. Of course I was only joking, I had no money, saan ako kukuha ng pang-gastos. Well Ana said, he'll lend me money, and I couldn't refuse him. Someone had to accompany him because it was expected. Anyway, so we went. We took a taxi from UP to the MRT station at Quezon Ave, we went off at Ayala Ave. Funny thing happened on the way to the Shell station where we'll meet up with our companions for the trip. As we were waiting for the traffic sign to say "walk" a man jaywalked. Ana looked at me and said "di hinuli?" I just shrugged and looked at him, and then I looked at the traffic aide who let the man walk free. Well we got tired of waiting and then we asked the aide if we could also do the same, he just said "go."

At the Shell station, we boarded the van that would take us to the City of Pines. Some of the passengers teased me and my red shoes. They warned me not to wear them during times when security is the utmost concern, you know what I mean. So it was the start of my journey back to the City of Pines, the last time I went there, I was still a sophomore in college. We stayed at Pao's house. This time, though unbenknownst to me at that time, we will be staying at the Baguio Country Club. We stayed I think at cottage 112, I had the 2nd room upstairs, good thing it had cable tv. Of course it would. It had to have tv. We left Makati at 3pm and we arrived in Baguio around 11pm, we were finally settled around 12mn and I got to sleep at 5am.

The following morning we had to buy clothes, as the trip was really abrupt and I wasn't able to pack. We went to the ukay-ukay where I bought a red coat. Then we went to SM City Baguio to buy shirts and other personal stuff. Afterwards, we went back to the cottage to have lunch. I had liempo. Well we all had liempo. Walking around Baguio is really tiring, with the street sloping up. I was catching my breath, I realized I need to jog more.

In the evening, we went to a party. I went back to the cottage early because I wanted to sleep. And sleep soundly I did.

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