After year living in laid back Cebu, it’s strange, almost surreal really, coming back to the hustle and bustle of the Philippine capital. The traffic, the sheer volume of people, the general busy-ness of the place literally leaves me breathless. The stress of living and breathing in the cosmopolitan city will take some getting used to again.
But all in all, I’m glad to be stretching out my legs, and getting back into the Manila groove.
Law School, here I come!!!!!!
Happy Easter!
in thorns
LITTLE BOOKS FOR LITTLE HANDS
I took this in the Library Hub, a joint project between Rotary clubs of Cebu and Singapore and the local government. Through their efforts, they were able to provide nearly 100,000 books - textbooks, novels, manuals and other educational materials, for the use of public school children all over the province.
one gloomy afternoon.
Daddy. He’s so cute.
Kaesspaetzle. Can’t wait to taste the glorified mac&cheese! (Taken with instagram)
Me & my sister, Elke.
Me and my crazy brother. He’s just turned 11.
“You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since – on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to displace with your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil.”—
Great Expectations, Charles Dickens
