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Archives for February, 2008
We were on our way home last Saturday, when a PUJ, from the right side moved so fast it was already flying towards our direction. As the tires of the jeepney screeched, I had anticipated to hear the sound of metal crashing against metal next. But there was none.
It was a narrow escape. The jeepney had stopped a hair’s breadth before it could hit us. But had it not stopped the exact instant that it did, it would have crashed to the passenger area where my son and mother sat. The thought makes me shudder.
I do not really want to write that I was too horrified, shaken that I had a Neanderthal moment that day. When my father stopped the car, I opened the door, stuck my head out and yelled - the very first time I did to a stranger. It was a short angry outburst. No cussing, no swearing. But very un-Christianlike all the same. I wish I could have been more calmer.
Anyway, I’m really not over that incident yet but I’m just thankful that we were all spared from harm. I just couldn’t be more thankful to God for protecting us.
I woke up to a beautiful morning. I woke up to a creamy chocolate-y scented room. I would have thought I’m somewhere other than my room had it not for my son who was tugging at my arm and asking for “music” while pointing to my iPod.
In my groggy state, I looked around. There were puddles of brown liquid on his table and on the rubber mats. Remember the creamy chocolate-y scent I mentioned? I was not wrong. My son must be a god to the ants. And I have all the more reason to believe this when, fully awake now, I noticed that his cute little head was good gracious — all drenched with chocolate milk!
Later in the morning, I heard glass breaking and my mother calling out my name. My son, cool and innocent, was in the middle of all the mess.
So it cannot get worse than this ri—
*** PC reset***
(That was my two-year old son, he pressed the power button and I lost some of the things I’ve written.)
Narrow and dark. Looks like something for Halloween, right? :-) But since I didn’t find anything narrow from my files so, I’ve resigned myself to this Halloween-ish pic.
But seriously, this is the entrance of Baclayon Church, which is considered the oldest stone church in the country and built by the Jesuits in 1595. Part of the building is an old museum (and I really mean old - imagine wooden slats for a floor) where, as far as I can recall, there was also a narrow hall leading to the displays. I have no picture of this since camera/picture-taking is strictly prohibited in the museum.
