City of Blinding Lights | September 22, 2010
by Patricia San Jose
Four years of living in Baguio City, and I still can’t seem to take myself out of the dark. Baguio is most beautiful at night, when all the orange street lights complement the cold, the depth of life, and the wandering of hearts. People are always in transit, the winds carrying stories as colorful as the stars.
Walking takes you nowhere and everywhere. There’s the bar where you could get cheap tequila and a hangover worse than your heartache. Foodplaces where both stomach and soul can be filled. The thrift shop where you could redefine fashion or yourself. Each place is a different dimension of being, each step is a discovery.
Summers are especially sweet, when the breeze smell of strawberries and roses. Relationships – families and friendships – bloom like the flowers of Panagbenga. Even the nights are penetrated by sunshine, seen in the smiles during the festivity of hearts.
Four years of living in Baguio City, and I still can’t seem to take myself out of the dark. These orange street lights complement the cold in me, the depth of my life, the wandering of my heart.
Patricia San Jose is a senior Biology major in the University of the Philippines – Baguio. She doesn’t drink beer. She has a crush on Genetics, got infatuated on Physics, never really did take Chemistry seriously, and is in a relationship with Biology. She describes herself to be always on either extreme ends, never in between.
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