Two Years in HIVE Today! Here's a Prose Poetry for you, friends🤗🩷

You are something else, Baguio. I've got a nickname for you: "the city that always sleeps". "Sleepyhead". You might find it funny but you've got to hear what I've to say about your 'new' name I came up with.

See, your frozen air wraps around my shoulders the way my Christmas blanket hugs me, except it's the other way around, so pardon my metaphor. This biting cold makes me sleepy, and I think everyone would agree.

See, there is no telling if it's sunup or sundown or midday, as the fog covers the entire town, as if floating in the sky, with fluffy clouds in funny shapes and sizes, scattered everywhere I lay my eyes upon.

The thought of Christmas and skies and clouds make me think about my dreams when I was a kid. See, you make me dream (again), Sleepyhead. You've got this magic of calm, and I like that about you.

But it's not always plain and simple and calm like someone is asleep going to dreamland. You've got another side of you, too: adventure, risk, danger.

Your roads are rollercoasters that twist and un-twist the knots in my stomach as we go up and down, and up and down - it seemed like it was never going to end. I held tightly to my seat and closed my eyes and sang myself to sleep, not wanting to watch the crazy roads ahead of me, built on your steep mountains.

You can say I've always wanted to play it safe in life. I guess I'm hardwired that way. But you, Baguio, helped me face this fear of 'risk'. You wanted me to play daredevil and stop being afraid of so many things. I'm glad I took the card and played.

The fun side of you was pretty exciting too, Baguio. I love the amusement parks - the sound of laughter from kids and kids-at-heart reminds me of Yuletide movies that make my heart burst with excitement. And your night market? That's truly something-else. People from every corner were coming in as the place got pretty crowded pretty fast, but never, not even a tiny bead of sweat in this cold cozy wheezy town. The buzz of life pulsating - waking this sleepy city.

Thank you for the newfound friends I have made during this trip. Their energy coloured the wind 'happy red' - a fiery warmth in contrast to your freezing foggy side of the world. Every bit of my experience with you had been nothing short of out-of-the-ordinary.

Thank you for feeding me well during my stay, by the way. The child-in-me who always loved strawberries (and "pink food") was definitely happy. Your coffee and hot batirol were also my favourites, comforting me during lazy cold cloudless days, its warmth tastes like home. I can get used to you, I thought. This idea of home did not make me homesick. Maybe I was getting used to you.

I imagined how my life would be if I were to 'actually' live here. Will I take a bath every day when all you have is this ice-water? Will I ever want to do anything than sleep in this winter-weather? Will I learn how to make my own coffee and hot chocolate and never leave home (lol)? These questions might not have answers now but who knows what the future holds.

I had to soak into every wake moment I was there, and experienced you fully. My hands may be numb with the cold but my heart never got any warmer than this.

You are something else, Baguio. I left a piece of my heart and hid it. Somewhere. Someplace, Sleepyhead. Wait for me; I'll be back before you know it.

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