the perils of

When thesis work means visiting 174 homes in the depressed areas of a barangay named Holy Spirit, you can never wake up in the morning and know exactly where you'll be in four hours. To illustrate, my day started with this: Just your usual 8 am street parade. And ended here. Roch is looking sad because she doesn't wanna drive. In between it all, we saw some pretty sweet sights... ...right next to a literal hole in the wall. This was in a computer shop, where we stopped to print our materials. It was next to the bakery above. A good sense of balance was essential because solid ground wasn't always that solid. Our ability to minimize was tested. by walls that threatened to close in on us. We reached a dark time but the light was never too far away. If you think this was enough for one adventure Try two. End.

        Do you know how it feels when you're running a marathon, and you realize that you're almost at the finish line? Do you know what it's like to push yourself to run harder and faster - ignoring the frantic beating of your heart and the tiredness of your lungs - because you know that the end is only a few more breaths away?         I've never run a marathon, so I wouldn't know! But right now, there are less than three weeks before the final exams. Figuratevely speaking, I can feel this run coming to a finish.        Before the semester ends, I should probably post all the pictures of things I'd been meaning to blog about. I know I've hardly been blogging these past few months, and that I usually just post once every four weeks (a stark contrast to my 2010 record of about 20+ posts per month). To make up for that, here's everything you missed. July A mini-museum was put up in the Ateneo de Manila Grade Sch...