Shy was at Baguio Village Inn

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Wednesday, October 17, 2012

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What's cool about going to another country? You can do whatever you want, within legal bounds, and can still get away with it!

We did!

At Starbucks in Bangkok, we have never said the word penis so much in our life, in such little span of time

until that day...
Publisher: Shy - Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

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It's Time to be a Bitch!

I think I'm just too nice.  Nice enough to allow myself to become a doormat.  The one who always gave in and compromised for my guy.

And you know what?!

Those days are over, baby!

It's time to BITCHIFY myself! 

Publisher: Shy - Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Friday, October 12, 2012

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When I Spent a Night in a Motel with my Girlfriend.

After getting booted out of my sister's apartment, I needed to find me and my friend some place to stay for the night.  We were trying to save as much money as we can for the trip to Bangkok and Cambodia which was then, scheduled tomorrow.  Eight days in our yet most expensive trip to date, two independent girls with limited budget, with no exact place to stay for one awkward night- 
we had to settle in a motel. 
Publisher: Shy - Friday, October 12, 2012

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

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Morning Rant with Shy

It's exactly 7:48am and I'm sitting here in front of my pc, trying to write something amazing.  I'll tell you what's amazing.

Publisher: Shy - Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

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You From Crazy!

For a number of times, local Thai people would recognize where we are from.  And we couldn't really figure out how?  While walking, some of them would say, "you Filipino" out of the blue.   My immediate reaction? Well I would feel baffled and surprised about it, and eventually, feel proud for being recognized as one.   I would respond by smiling, or nodding, and or say "yes!"

After a number of times, I couldn't resist it anymore.  I had to ask them how they know it.  They usually say they know someone who is a Filipino.  I didn't ask further.  Maybe it's the eyes, or the nose.  Either way, we were impressed.

And this constant verification of race went on even when we reached Cambodia.  This time, it's those little ones who were eager to ask.  Surprisingly, a lot of people there can speak proper English.  And in many times, these adorable kids would sell us postcards, pashminas and the likes, in the most subtle and aggressive ways, it's mind boggling how they were able to mix those 2 contrasting elements together.

But it works.

Publisher: Shy - Wednesday, October 03, 2012
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