I woke up one morning and decided to make an online diary of my travels, about my love for running, food perhaps, my emo days, anything. Some random thoughts.
Browsing my travel folders, I found this Baguio trip back in 2006. I realized since I got "Ben" in July, 3 months after I took him to Baguio.
I attended some serious event; a convention for the young adults at church. I remember a typhoon hit the country that time but it didn't stop us from going to the convention. After all, that was for the Lord. Promise for the Lord, not an excuse for get-away *eyes rolling* (lol). Why would I be excited, it's my second time anyway; was in that famous city in 2004 with my grandmother (grin). And so this time with friends ... ah noooooo, bahalag bagyo larga ta! ^_^
In Manila, we were being ilad to an old taxi driver. I kinda forgot the story, basta It was something like not knowing where the Mall of Asia is located. So when we asked, "Manong, papuntang MOA ba ang daang to?", and he answered, "Sa MOA pala kayo? Nako, hindi ko alam papunta doon." And we were like, "hello manongggg ganiha ra kaha mig sakay2x nimo." And so we let him stop the cab and transfer to other taxi and he wanted us to pay him (the nerve!). That is MOA, and it's wayyy impossible that he would not know such place. It's like when you're in Cebu and the taxi driver will tell you he doesn't know SM or Ayala. Hay.