Batong Liki.
This was one of my mother’s haunts as a child.
=)
Bahay ni Lolo
This is my grandfather’s house. This is not the house my mother grew up in. She was already in her teens when this house was built.
But for us, this has always been Lolo’s house. A huge chunk of my earliest memories is about long jeepney or motorcycle rides through dusty roads and spending hours playing at the house many nooks & corners. Nowadays, I drive our ten-year old multicab through a paved highway to get there.
Once upon a time, Lolo’s house was huge! Or so it seemed to me as a child. But it has never really lost its charms, despite its being topsy-turvy almost all the time.
=)
I have trouble keeping my blogs in order. Aside from tumblr, I have two other blogs. One is about my life in medschool. The other is about my life in general. Sometimes, it kind of gets confusing.
So, I’ve decided Tumblr’s going to be my picture blog! As well as the random, tid-bits blog.
I found myself in Booksale today. It was one of those spontaneous, unplanned moments. Being financially-constrained, I told myself I wouldn’t buy anything. I’d just browse & unwind.
What I love most about Booksale is the joy of the hunt. There’s something immensely gratifying about finding a great book for a low, low price. It’s like finding a diamond in the mud.
One of the first thing I found was a copy of a book I loved when I was in high school: Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley. It was re-telling of the Arthurian legend through the eyes of Morgaine, or Morgan la Faye. I have read & reread this book countless of times. I have always had a fascination for Arthurian legend and Morgaine has been one of my all-time favorite characters.
I wanted to buy it. But alas! The book costs more than a hundred and I only had P80 in my pocket.
As I continued browsing, I couldn’t resist the itch of buying something. It boiled down to a choice between a Rosamund Pilcher novel and a coming-of-age book from an author I’m not familiar with.
And that’s when I found it. The Case for Christ, by Lee Strobel.
And then I knew why I found myself in Booksale this afternoon. It was for this book.`
To be perfectly honest, my spiritual life’s a mess. I have strayed. I have fallen. I have backslid. I’m in the desert. But it’s moments like this that God speaks to me, His gentle voice cutting through my layers of guilt, and telling me that He cares for me still. That He is there. That He loves me.
He is calling me back.
And as I read through the pages of this book, I find myself slowly finding Jesus again.
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Goodbye, free internet 24/7. Goodbye, breakfast, novels, manga and Code Blue. Goodbye normalcy and rest and peace.
Hello chaos. Hello Harrison and Module Quizzes and Small Group Discussions. Hello OB History and PE.
x_x
Officially hooked. I know addiction when I see it.
Roda today at Ayala!
Apparently, they’re having a few problems. Like the fact that THERE ARE NO INSTRUMENTS!
Hopefully, they could sort it out.
This picture was from my last Roda. I suck. So let’s not talk about it.
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I have discovered a fascination for photography. But all I have is Mama’s digital camera. And it runs on rechargeable triple A batteries. :(
So. This is what I want for Christmas. Or my birthday. Or for my Grad gift. Basta. I want this.
:)
Today was the day we met, 365 days ago. Okay. I’m not sure if that sentence is gramatically correct. But nevermind.
Funny how things turn up unexpectedly.
:)
Note: Ach. We haven’t resolved who’s the girl and who’s the boy in this relationship yet.
