
Having spent almost two years of my life in Manila and the rest in Baguio, the distinction is quite clear. Compared with Manila – where flooding is a norm and people do not sleep; where people do not walk anymore but would rather take tricycles to go some place only a hundred meters away; where everyone is in a rush and everything is fast-paced; where the concept of trust, trees and trench coats are non-existent; where the heat is unbearable and the air, deadly; where traffic and two-hour daily commutes are a way of life - Baguio is, indeed, heaven.
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"A THING of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing."
-From Endymion by John Keats
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