Memories of Leyte

The first semester ended about 3 weeks ago and so students enjoyed a quite long semestral break. Unfortunately, mine was only for a little more than a week because of work (grades and other requirements and enrollment duty). I wasted no time and went home to be with my family for a week. And now that I'm back, I realized it wasn't much of a break after all. I'm still tired! I still don't feel relieved of the first semester and it feels like I didn't unwind at all. Maybe because there was nothing in Leyte that took my mind off Cebu (except for my parents, of course). In other words, I didn't really enjoy my last visit to Leyte (except for our family's magic sing session). Most of my friends and classmates and former colleagues have all gone off somewhere else. There was no one familiar I can have a very long chat with; there was no one I could drag to go places for adventures. Most of the time I walked alone the streets of my beloved alma mater (bodek beska) and reminisced our adventures and misadventures and missing all of them in the process. It was lonely. So I stayed home and watched movies and read books the rest of the time. I finished reading Silver Wedding by Maeve Binchy, which perfectly fitted the laid-back atmosphere at home, and The Broker by John Grisham, which was action-packed novel and in the form of an e-book because I ran out of hard copies to read (I have read every single book in my collection at home).

What made my stay home all the more "unrelaxing" is that I was thinking of a lot of stuffs. I did try to just stop and relax but I really couldn't help it. A change is gonna come soon---I don't know if that's what I feel or that's just what I wish for. I think it's the latter. These days (starting July, I think) are just some of the most dragging days ever. I want the course to change so badly. Well, before I get myself to feel even more down, here are some pics from home:

Our biggest aquarium at home, which is actually one side of our porch
(one of Papa's amazingly wild projects)

Papa works at the VSU Printing Press for as long as I can remember so I grew up there. This room was where I was forced into my daily siesta (which every kid hates) where I slept over uncut papers. It was cleaner back then.

This is the new ICT Building. I would have been working here if I didn't decide to transfer in Cebu. They call this "Chowking" for obvious reasons.

At a pond between National Abaca Research Center (where my mother works) and National Coconut Research Center-Visayas (where I used to work).

Egrets on top (or beside) cows (and carabaos) is a common sight inside the campus