Rare. If there is one who suffers from it, it is kept a secret. Medications are unknown as of this writing. The symptoms suddenly appear before you know it. The disease has vague definitions and boundaries. It’s called Bi-Coastal Disorder.
My name is Mitzi, and I have bi-coastal disorder.
There. I said it. My symptoms started a year ago, when I suddenly realized that if planes were like jeepneys, I’d be working in Manila during the day, and sleeping in Bacolod at night. But since they’re not, I spend a week in both places; juggling my life in various roles depending on what business I’m taking care of.
I suddenly developed this uncanny ability to automatically switch between the Bacolod mode and the Manila mode. Like a light switch.Like having dual personalities, but not quite. Person is still the same in both modes, but just doing a different role. And as stress may sometimes blur the patient’s thinking, I tend to forget where I am. I sit at my desk, doing my Manila work, only to look up from my computer and realize, I’m in Bacolod and need to be doing Bacolod work. Or when I’m grocery shopping at Rustan’s, and can’t find what I’m looking for, I call the saleslady and say, “Inday, diinganiangmantika?”Hay, ambot.
I noticed, too, that I travel lighter these days. No need to bring clothes. Why? Sufferers have the tendency to have two sets of everything, so that we can breeze in and out of each city without having to worry about toothbrushes and underwear. That includes computer cables, external drives, and an extra laptop.
Because of my provincial roots, I am often asked to bring pasalubong. Bi-coastal patients are obsessed and are very particular with the type of pasalubongs to bring to Manila (in an office where everyone is always hungry). Piaya, barquillos, Caramel and Mango Tarts from Virgie’s, Napoleones from Quan, taba ng talangka, canned crabmeat, puto, and my ever famous adobo nakulay orange made by our kasambahay of 20+ years. Even Piolo Pascual swears by my adobo and talangka. Wait till he tastes the crabmeat. He will probably ask me to marry him. Sorry, hijo, I’m already taken. (By the way, bi-coastals have wild imagination, too.)
Think you may be experiencing some of the symptoms I have? Well, if you are, good luck to you. No medication has been found yet. But so far, I don’t mind not curing it at all. It’s a good break between the big city and the provincial life. Like having the best of both worlds. Di bala?
- Mitzi Gamboa – Tongoy
Mitzi Gamboa-Tongoy is the Editor of Where Magazine/Writer/BRAINSTORMER/Bi-coastal (Bacolod-Manila)/Taga-dala ng Pasalubong