Frivolously Baguio

Midday tomorrow, just when the sun is at its highest. I will be leaving for the not-so-cold summer capital of the country, to spend some girly vacation with my childhood friend Sarah and her cousin Kristine. I won't be a first timer in that area, since I had my week long summer vacay there with Sarah as well two years ago.


The feeling maybe erratic, I'm feeling both stoked and nonchalant about the idea of going there. And fickle, if I may add, cause right at this very moment I'm thinking of ditching my interview at 9am tomorrow to leave for Baguio by 5am when my ticket says that  I should be leaving at 12noon. Geez! Where the crap is this unsettledness coming from? Why do I feel the dire need to escape the city?


At the bottom of all these uncertainty I'm wallowing in right now, one thing is indubitable. The moment I set my foot outside the bus and on to the Baguio soil I am getting a shot of vodka tonic or perhaps vodka strawberry would be more appropriate. :)


A second determined plan in my head is to dine at Cafe by the Ruins. A year ago, when I was still doing my solitary effort to lose weight at Fitness First, I heard a group of oldies talking about the red or was it brown rice at Cafe by the Ruins which is supposed to be dietary. So the eavesdropper me got curious and from then on I promised myself that if given the chance I'd try that rice and perhaps bring some home for my mom.

Photo by lookingupmovingforward

Currently I'm writing, who knows in five or ten minutes I might be rushing to my room to pack my clothes for my 5am or 6am bus ride to Baguio. Whichever!