memoirs @ Baguio

Pine trees. Strawberries. Chilly breeze of air. These are only some of the things that remind us of Baguio. But other than that, it was truly a memorable experience, for it opened my eyes, and perhaps made that BLAG sound in my heart. I am truly blessed to have a wonderful family, who, in spite of their imperfections, have somehow showed support in your lowly points in life (a few perhaps). Well, it was quite odd to know that the people you least expect to listen to my crappykins, are those who are willing to lend me an ear. My tear ducts were once again overflowed with tears (sniff), making me realize how inlove I was with love. Let go, that is what my heart and mind tells me. With a little help from my friends (and family), I know I can do it. (With a long list of heartbreaking playlist- Someday, Hawak Kamay, and the like..and not to forget the classics from Martin Nievera..with everybody's best friend Saint Miguel Light and Dilis). I can afford to risk the friendship, if it is for the good. I am willing to wait, patiently..for I know, God has written a Love Story more than I could ever dream of.