tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61791542403187467172024-03-05T20:02:06.568-08:00Before The Sun SetsMy Life At NInety: Looking Back And Moving OnJulehyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871071428100101808noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-75908556851531839862010-01-29T02:29:00.000-08:002010-01-30T08:41:28.870-08:00When Going Nude Was The Way To Go
I do not remember what my reason(s) was/were then but I never told my friends that men in our village, it does not matter what age, wore nothing but loin cloths, like the teen age boy in the above photo. The cloth functioned more as a protection rather than serve as a cover. Could it be that was I ashamed of my own people or was I just afraid they would be judged by my friends based on Julehyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871071428100101808noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-60458560150157232472009-07-30T06:02:00.000-07:002009-08-07T12:24:17.359-07:00A Promise To Tell The World<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Trebuchet MS"; panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Julehyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13031060175865109363noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-39403440861987443262009-07-25T21:25:00.000-07:002009-08-07T12:23:08.555-07:00UnsplotchedEva was ringing the bell like she was training for some bell ringing competition. It was the signal for us to finish cleaning up the tell tale signs of our just finished bare hands dining experience. The much awaited event of the night was going to commence. The bell did wonders I must concede. Everyone was in the hall in no time. Once again, everybody looked charming, clean and coiffed. Eva Julehyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13031060175865109363noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-60983145459699540512009-07-20T20:50:00.000-07:002009-08-07T22:16:31.749-07:00Young Witches On TrainingTheir laughter was simply symphonic. Never had it crossed my mind that the day would come I would find their laughter musical. It must have been the silly fences they built around themselves that had in the past made their laughter sound like discordant notes which assaulted the senses. Not anymore. They have leaped out of their fences. They had freed the spirit chained within themselves and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-31254204109956574972009-07-17T21:56:00.000-07:002009-08-07T22:28:54.300-07:00Out Of The Fence
I gazed at the sepia print. It was all faded except for what it stored. I closed my eyes. My senses took the cue. The memories began to take life.I could hear the crickets chirp like mad. They must be happy the weather was beautiful that night. I felt the cold breeze caress me. I shivered. It was beginning to get cold. Mother Agnes insisted I should wear my sweater. I did grudgingly but as soon Unknownnoreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-10181272965440482372009-07-14T01:40:00.000-07:002009-08-07T12:10:46.938-07:00Unleashed For Me <!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; Unknownnoreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-123478925098446852009-07-12T05:20:00.000-07:002009-08-07T12:09:11.619-07:00Bridging The Difference<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; Unknownnoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-43976395522153467002009-07-10T00:11:00.000-07:002009-08-07T12:07:49.485-07:00Packing Up And Moving Out: The Story of My Life<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; Unknownnoreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-5384248645493014312009-07-08T02:51:00.000-07:002009-08-07T12:06:22.191-07:00Badge of HonorThis post has been moved to http://gotakeittothelimit.blogspot.com/var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Mother Ana often brings me here to watch the spectacular show of sunset. I mentioned about this in my previous stories.Julehyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13031060175865109363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-61668219999207241592009-06-27T18:49:00.000-07:002009-06-27T18:56:09.059-07:00Another One From National GeographicCalle Real inside the walled city of Intramuros. I got a very vague memory of the place as we seldom visit it although it is not really that far from our school.Julehyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13031060175865109363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-17267842281489100292009-06-24T18:35:00.000-07:002009-06-24T18:56:14.466-07:00Quiapo ChurchThe old Quiapo Church before which itenerant traders set their stalls on fiestas. Emerging from mass, congregations shop about for bargains, anything from a dollar watch to a fighting cock. Coming toward you here is a carabao cart loaded with lumber. Two wheeled horse drawn carriages ply for hire. Every aspect is old Manila except for the automobile parked before the church doors, the telephone Julehyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13031060175865109363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-22363939686139372482009-02-16T18:12:00.001-08:002009-02-16T18:26:34.333-08:00San Agustin ChurchThis is the San Agustin Church as it looked then. I always looked forward to visiting this church for some very special reason. I will talk about it in a later post.Julehyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13031060175865109363noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-51351658313387007042009-02-12T18:06:00.000-08:002009-02-16T18:32:14.973-08:00Collegio De Sta RosaCollegio De Sta Rosa, one of the best school for girls thenJulehyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13031060175865109363noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-59907831864547091832009-02-08T17:58:00.000-08:002009-02-16T18:29:23.719-08:00The Country's Premier Private UniversityAteneo, the country's premier private university in its early years. The university is run by the Jesuit fathers.Julehyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13031060175865109363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-49812513824954142402009-02-06T17:54:00.000-08:002009-02-16T18:28:34.432-08:00Chinatown Binondo, Chinatown, as it looked then.Julehyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13031060175865109363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-30807691998905364542009-01-30T17:49:00.000-08:002009-02-16T18:27:59.183-08:00The Big City's Business DistrictCariedo in the 1930's. It used to be the big city's center of commerce.Julehyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13031060175865109363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-28412691938430982472008-10-13T08:02:00.000-07:002009-06-13T18:04:47.692-07:00The Hate Trap<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if !mso]> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; Julehyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13031060175865109363noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-74791249543425548732008-09-04T07:15:00.000-07:002009-06-13T18:06:55.567-07:00The CIty's Most Famous ChurchThe famous San Sebastian Church as it looked then. This is where I and my classmates go to hear mass on Sundays. The nuns were always there to check on our attendance. They did not really have to. At that time, going to hear mass on Sundays was very much a part of our social life. It was an opportunity to meet with friends and having some fun so we seldom miss it. Besides, missing it would be a Julehyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13031060175865109363noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-65116363739796278162008-09-03T07:06:00.000-07:002009-06-13T18:08:10.769-07:00The Premier ParkThe country's most famous park is named after the national hero honored on this monument. The park is fringed by the sea I mentioned at the onset of my story. Julehyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13031060175865109363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-44245134263182486192008-09-02T07:02:00.000-07:002008-10-24T07:55:06.835-07:00The Big City As It Looked ThenFor a village girl who never saw big buildings , I found the big city both awesome and intimidating.Julehyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13031060175865109363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179154240318746717.post-74526735843875870912008-09-01T06:38:00.000-07:002008-10-24T07:50:43.694-07:00Winding Road To The Big CityThis is one famous road. A legacy of our people from the colonials. I passed it for the first time on our way to the big city To give the readers a clearer understanding of my story, I would be posting vintage pictures related to the story on what I would call my September brochureJulehyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13031060175865109363noreply@blogger.com0