Years of Being a Bulacenya
Life's journey is indeed unpredictable. We can't tell what's going to happen next. I can now actually say that in this present time, I believe I'm matured enough to understand, but that was not what was on my mind when I was only 5 years old; when my Mom actually decided to transfer and live in Malolos, Bulacan, where my Aunt and her family were living. During that time, if my memory serves me right, I did had those mixed emotions of excitement and anxiety at the same time. As I look back, I can say that most of my childhood experiences were spent there, because we were able to live there for about 6 years. I believe that if I'm going to try to share my experiences there with the places I've been through, I would end up having a headache because I'm not really good with remembering things (terrible, isn't it?). But I'll try my best to share what I can remember.
Malolos wasn't a city yet back then, as of what it is now, and it wasn't that well developed yet with all these establishments and stuff- but, I find the place a very productive one to live in, even in those earlier years. It was in the middle of School Year, 1992, that we transferred at Malolos So, for the next school year, I had to go back to Kinder . I went to this school called Holy Infant of Malolos, Bulacan and I could never forget my favorite teacher/adviser Ms. Rivera for the reason that she was such a lovely person and a very good teacher as well. I can also remember the rice fields that we pass through in going to school with our school bus. Here's a photo of our class picture when I was in Kinder:
I'm that little girl in the front row, exactly aligned with the word 'school', on the label at the ground.
After Kinder was my prep-school and I was enrolled into one of the private Catholic schools there named, Holy Spirit Academy of Malolos, Bulacan. It was really a fantastic school, and I could say that I learned a lot from there. As I remember, it was run by nuns and I can somehow relate it to where I took my college years in San Pedro College, where it is as well a Catholic school operated by religious sisters. The conservative rules and policies that students should follow helps a lot, I think. So, from prep-school up to Grade 3, I was in that school and my experiences there, with all those years, are really great! It was there where I was discovered by one of our teachers and actually became a representative in this singing competition- that which started my singing moments. Anyway, here's a class photo for our first communion:
Again, I'm in the first row, exactly aligned with the word 'Holy'.
I believe that a great part of my personality now is from those treasured years I've spent in these institutions, where the basic learnings of a child happens. I believe that the person I have become is rooted on my younger years there. I can also say that being in a Catholic school helped me on where I could stand my ground regarding my faith, because I'm a religious person. One thing I also remember is having to go to this church named Barasoain Church. It's actually one of the historical sites and landmarks in Malolos. And if Davao City has its Durian, Malolos is famous with its native delicacies; Pastillas de Leche and Ensaimada with salted egg. I actually miss the tastes of those foods.
When I could have the chance, I really wish that I could go back in Malolos to see what it has become now, and have some new & exciting experiences there which I could share to people and, of course, here as well.
These photos are actually not mine, but just to share to you what the famous foods in Malolos, Bulacan looks like:
Pastillas de Leche
Ensaimada with salted egg
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Welcome to the blogging world, Aia. It’s a small world indeed, I just had to jump on the site and read your post when I saw the word Bulacenya. I’m married to a Bulacenya, the Unofficial Cook (although she was born in Quezon City). We live just down the road from Malolos in Marilao, Bulacan.
I’ve been to Malalos several times, including the Barasoain Church. To say it is an historic site is kind of an understatement, since it’s sort of the Independence Hall of the Philippines, the birthplace of the Philippines as we know it today. It was very interesting to me to see how little note seems to be taken of the place … Filipinos don’t seem to be in love with their own history the way Americans are.
Anyway, keep writing, we’ll keep reading. Are you living in Davao now?
hello dave!
It’s a great thing that you had the chance to read my blog. I really just had this sudden feeling of missing Malolos, Bulacan because for me it’s a wonderful place. I’m actually wondering how does the place looks like now because it has been ages that I wasn’t able to go there!
Yeah, I now realized that I kind of had a bit of undestatement there about the Barasoain Church, because indeed it’s the place where three major events in the Philippine History happened. For me, I honestly don’t have that much knowledge about Philippine History by heart but I know that I love the counrty where I belong.
I’m actually not in Davao now. We migrated here in Melbourne, Australia and had the chance to be a member of this blog site because I’m indeed a pure Dabawanyo.
Thanks a lot for droppin’ by!