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Good Old Friends

December and January are the busiest months for us, fashion designers. The "wedding-est season of all" I call it. Making sure my brides look their best on their wedding day, my assistant Liza and I would dress them up and see them march down the aisle.
One of my brides had her wedding in Lipa, Batangas and I thought it was a good time to go on a side trip to visit an old friend of my mother, Fr. Jun Quiambao. They were friends since college, my mother a medical student and Fr. Jun then a seminarian at the University of Santo Tomas. We always thought  he looked like Erik Estrada of CHIPS fame. He is now the parish priest of Talisay, Lipa where he and his generous parish has built a beautiful and modern church dedicated to St. Therese of the Child Jesus.
It's was good visiting Lipa, it still has its quaint charm in spite of the two huge malls now dominating its cityscape. I only wish local officials will do the same as our President and do away with huge billboards, and "space age" design lamp posts. It will certainly make the city twice as lovely.

Chubby chickens in Bluroze Farm




Giant ferns


The Cathedral of Lipa


St. Sebastian



St. Therese of the Child Jesus Church



The Church's backyard - Mt. Malarayat Golf Course

The parish priest, my mother's friend of 50 years, Fr. Jun Quiambao

At 74, Father Jun still bikes and he uses a "bambike".

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  1. Yey, biker din si Fr. Jun. I love his bambike, haven't tried one yet though.

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    1. I should bike more often too, so I'll be as healthy as Fr. Jun when I'm seventy :)

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  2. Hi JC, Just want to share this sad news. Fr. Jun died today. He was a dear professor of mine back then in College.

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  3. Hi James, yes, we've heard of the sad news. We went last week to visit him at the hospital. My Mom went to Lipa today, to see him one last time.

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