[30 DAY BLOG CHALLENGE] Where I Lived Before

Hiya, guys!

Day 19 of the blog challenge is now up, and it's all about where I lived in the past.

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I have lived in three different places in my lifetime -- actually four if you will count that really brief period where I stayed at a boarding house, but that's another story. The first one is something that I was not aware of, and only knew about it in old photos; while the last two are those that I remember vividly.

So without further adieu, let's begin...

Mom carrying me while outside the house in Malakas St.

Malakas St., Brgy. Pinyahan, Quezon City

This was the place where my parents first settled after getting married. They could still not forget the time when a row of houses, including their house, caught fire two months before I was born. That sudden event caused me to turn over into the breech position (feet first) inside my mother's womb, making her undergo the caesarian delivery instead of the normal delivery.

More of places I've lived in when you click 'Read More.'

The (Anti-)Solo Traveler Diaries (Visayas Edition): Palm Sunday in Iloilo

We left the Maravilla house at around 7am, and arrived at the town plaza an hour later. We stood by the bus stop that will take us back to Manila. A few minutes later, we hear the sound of a band, and some men in white are approaching from the other side of the road.

What's going on here?

It turns out to be a procession led by the priest.

Then I remembered: the day we departed from Iloilo happens to be a Palm Sunday.

The lay ministers on procession...

We stood still to observe the procession and took some pictures. However, Mr. Hermano went out of his way by climbing up the unfinished welcome arch to get a better angle for his pictures.

Sir, ingat sa pag-akyat. Uuwi pa po tayo ng Maynila...

Later on, we decided to follow the procession from behind, which eventually ended at the nearby church. There we heard the mass from outside the church. We did such so that we could see whether a bus is approaching.

The church

After the mass has ended, we took pictures. (Yeah, cam-whoring all the way. Hahahaha!)

Okay, group pic!

Isa pa!

Mrs. Sanado and mi madre...

Mom's solo pic...

Solo ko naman...

Right after picture-taking, a bus heading to Cubao Bus Station stopped by. And off we go back to Manila.