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Lola of Maipon

It's all too easy to fall asleep under the blanket of everyday life and to smother dreams with the mundane things I surround myself with. But once in a while, along comes a sparkling vision that jolts me out of my daily sleep and reminds me of the existence of convictions and worlds so different from my own.

"Our beloved LOLA of Guinubatan, Maipon, Albay is the last true messenger of God.
So, let us follow her holy teachings so that we will gain TRUE SALVATION
without sufferings and without death."

In another story I, the intrepid heroine, the adventurer seduced by mysteries, the pilgrim in search of truth, would follow them back to Guinubatan from Session Road, thirsting to see and hear their Lola for myself. However, it's all too easy -- much safer! -- to fall back asleep under the blanket of everyday life, and to smother dreams with the mundane things I surround myself with. Then along comes 9 a.m., and really, it's time to down the dregs of coffee at the bottom of my cup and start working, NOW.
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The Nashman said…
I'm hyperventilating! Send me that shirt in exchange for the book "On Checil Beach"
4 May 2007 at 16:22
padma said…
What book would that be? I want Children of Hurin! I'm not sure how to get you that shirt without going to Albay. All of Lola's followers seem to have vanished from Baguio as of today. I finally have a copy of the God Delusion. No Christian vandals had gotten to it before it reached my hands!
4 May 2007 at 17:43
Anonymous said…
i am one of the beloved lola's devoted,nobody can use that blessed t-shirt if you don't change your bad manner to good ones,never drink liquor,never or don't taste any cigar,because that t-shirt is only normal to the eyes of people but that's a miracle ones...its proven...martin from dubai email add martbobis@emirates.net.ae
17 October 2011 at 04:26
Anonymous said…
its not easy to get that kind of t-shirt,many things that you have change first from your life..its not easy to wear that..its not a normal t-shirt that you can buy anywhere else...
10 May 2012 at 14:15
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