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October 22, 2015
In a dream, I'm still in Baguio. I'm in college, 16 and too optimistic. I meet this tall boy and he becomes one of my closest friends. Before Christmas break we look at poinsettias to take home to Manila. We choose the not-too-red ones, I forget now for what reason. At the market we know where to buy the good ube jam, the good coffee, the good strawberry jam, the good strawberries, the cheapest broccoli, the best lemons (limes)? We are yet to know how pomegranates or persimmons taste like. And we are too proud to even try.