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I went to Baguio City Tuesday night with four of my orgmates and our adviser, and I obviously have no time to think of a really creative way of starting this post. So we were there as delegates for the Luzonwide Higher Education Press Conference (which was from February 2-5). This was after we topped competitions in the Regional level last December (I didn’t blog about it). Anyway, the Baguio trip wasn’t that nice. Here are some reasons why it wasn’t:

We checked in at Teacher’s Camp. It’s a total shithole, I’m telling you. The rooms there didn’t have restrooms, and there’s only one public CR for everyone on the floor. There are too many people in one floor! This CR is not even clean, it stinks, and its shower’s thermostats are either permanently broken or are bipolar (which makes showering a difficult thing). Our room, though, was a bit spacious. We have chairs and a table, dust-sodden curtains (circa 1999) and a SINGLE FUCKING OUTLET. Since we know we couldn’t survive with that, we personally purchased an extension cord. Now the beds—the beds were fine, they didn’t make creaking noises and their size is okay. The blankets, however, were so thin and they looked old, too. No, they are old, like wala-pang-DepEd old.

Those blankets could’ve given me pneumonia if my immune system happened to be a little less strong, you know. They actually felt like wet towels at night! The pillows, too, were so flat. They also have DECS marked on them.

I don’t like the people there. I think I might have this tendency to hate people when a lot of them are around. You see, the conference was attended by some 700 plus people from around Luzon (and a few from Cebu), and more than half of them were annoying. They annoyed me, because I’m a judgmental human being. Perhaps I somehow caused my annoyance, because inside my head I was creating stereotypes that will fit them (like that they listen to corny FM stations, wear couples shirts, etc) that made me dislike them. But that doesn’t mean that they weren’t annoying. They really were. Exhibit A: During the group awards night, two gay guys were staging a stand-up comedy that was very stupid, and the crowd totally bought it. I guess it’s just a rule in my book that when you enjoy such stupid thing, I wouldn’t like you.

Also, I tried hard to spot some pretty girls and failed at it big time. I wasn’t even being picky. Now try to imagine that! Although there were a few ones in Baguio I found attractive (and I told this to Eunika already)—there was the girl who tended us lunch, but she was with the organizers, I think. There was also the girl who sold coffee in the bus terminal. And yes, the tall girl I saw at the regionals was there, too. Okay, creepy.

We didn’t tour around Baguio that much. We went to the market Friday afternoon to buy pasalubong (the idea of getting pasalubong still bugs me till today), and while we’re there we found out that there was a parade happening. It was Baguio’s Spring Festival. I thought that it would be cool being in time for an important event in Baguio, but I thought wrong. The only thing I enjoyed in the parade were the dragon dance (they also celebrated Chinese New Year) and those hyper kids from some elementary school in Baguio, while the rest of that long parade (it probably was longer than 10 MRTs connected) kind of bored me. After that short travel we tried to look for a taxi that will drive us back to camp, but there seemed to have been none available. We waited at Session Road for a free taxi to come, but still nothing gave. Then we decided to ride the jeep.

The bottom line is that we didn’t tour around Baguio and that’s a disappointment. Kind of.

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I am such a pessimist, I know. Anyway, I still had fun for I was with awesome people for those four days. Although all we did was watch movies at night (like a family~) and breathe out through our mouths so that fog forms, I enjoyed our moments. Plus, our paper and magazine won awards in the group category. I and two of my orgmates also bagged awards in the individual category, so that’s another good thing. I finished fourth in the feature writing competition (lol, yabang).

Okay, that’s all. Those who keep on asking for pasalubong, WTF? Seriously, stop it.

*I don’t have the photos from the event, maybe I’ll update?