Back from the mountain province. Not surprisingly, it was my first time there without family.
People form HP are so freaking accomplished it's scary. I'm starting to wonder if I belong. Then I realize this is what I wanted. There's a lot more to this line of thinking, but I haven't articulated it all in my head right now.
Yes, yes, being hard on oneself again.
Baguio is also known for its art scene. Which is why I was disappointed at first at the proliferation of no-talent acoustic bands in the city (OK, one). But there's this one band (I didn't catch the name) that was playing jazz standards (Fly Me To The Moon, Better Days) at this one coffee shop (I didn't catch the name, sounded German) which was very good. Good enough to seek out the next time I'm there. That is, until my teammates started to request "Overjoyed". And at the same time the digital SLR's were whipped out. What, no CBTL? Badminton? My mission is clear.
Oh, and it was fun. A sign of things to come? Let's hope.
at some point, it's all plan B
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