Wednesday, March 28, 2018One thing I noticed about myself -- I seem to value or hang onto the past, and sometimes a bit too much, to the point that it detrimentally affects me. There are examples of these negative outcomes throughout my life.
But on this particular day, it was harmless. I was just re-visiting an old school; although out of all my classmates, I am probably the only one to have done this. Because frankly, this likely does not mean much to others. Yet somehow or for some reason, I seem to cling on to simple memories.
Original post below:
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
I visited the elementary school (Mondrian Montessori School in Olongapo City) I used to attend in the Philippines back when I was still a little kid. It brought back memories seeing the wooden chairs and blackboards. Some of the rooms are now painted, and a high school has now been attached. Things seemed a lot bigger when I was a kid, and now I'm surprised that things were not as large as I remember. The only thing really missing is the noise of school children.
I passed by a river/canal and took some shots. There were several batches of tadpoles, but I failed to include them in the photos. Despite the sight and bad smell, people live under the bridge next to the canal. I also took a few shots in a tattered concrete building. Even though there exists slum areas such as this, not too far away are beautiful trees and provincial residences that are clean and refreshing, which I have also included a couple shots of.
2 comments:
may na-feature dati people living under the bridge sa gma-7 yata a few years ago, hirap non. na-meet mo ba yung mga dati mong teachers don sa school mo? sana nga kinunan mo yung tadpoles! haha!
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