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The Mission Life: Serving in the Red Area

Mission Life Entry #3. Saturday, 23rd of September 2017. Daraga, Albay.

4:00am. My alarm sounded and my mind and body weren’t ready to function yet. The room is pitch dark and my teammates are still asleep. I snoozed the alarm–and bought myself 30 more minutes.

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I Should’ve Brought My Surgery Set

In the latest dental mission I went to, I worked independent from my team. I was invited to join a nationwide Medical-Dental event that was participated by various sectors but I came on my own, so I came representing You and Your Teeth Dental Clinic (my dental practice), and Team Jesus (my mission team).

More confident with my own instruments, I have been accustomed to bringing my set, despite how heavy it is, but I was told I didn’t have to bother because they will bring the instruments. It was more convenient that way, of course, because a full surgery set is quite heavy and it’s much fun to travel light. So I was grateful for that. It seemed perfect–but I was wrong because…

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Song In My Head: How Will I Know?

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A Whitney Houston fan, I’ve always liked this song, but I was surprised to find out that Sam Smith did an awesome cover of this song in his traditional ballad style of singing. During a leisurely Instagram browsing session I came upon a choreographed dance to the Sam Smith version and I fell in love…

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Kids These Days

Here is a photo of myself and Papa in Luneta. This must be 1987 (give or take a year or two) and back then, we used to go to Luneta so I could go biking. I learned to ride the bicycle without training wheels in Camp Aguinaldo, but my first experience on a bicycle was in Luneta.

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I dunno who was more hip. Me, Papa, or his car.

 

I remember, we used to rent a bike, there were lots of bicycles to choose from, it was always exciting. But when I eventually got my own, Papa would put it in the trunk of the car, and we brought it with us to Luneta. My sister, on a stroller, had her own set of wheels. Eventually, she graduated to a walker and then a small “tricycle” and joined in the fun. We biked all over the place… to PICC, the haunted Film Center, Coconut Palace and so forth.

Weekends were often spent in Luneta. It was much different then… life was much simpler.

Kids These Days

Do kids still play in the street? I remember almost living outside, I had to be forced to come in, at the end of the day. Eventually my mom set a rule that I could only go out if I had my siesta (afternoon nap), so I faked it all the time and counted to 500. The goal was to get out, and in Camp Aguinaldo, we lived a very active life as kids. We played games like Patintero, Agawan Base, Piko, Agawan Panyo, and Langit Lupa. I bet kids only see these games in books (I’m not really sure). But these games kept us in the streets for hours.

I qualified in Track and Field varsity because I grew up running in the streets of Camp Aguinaldo. I passed tryouts for Cheerleading because I learned to do cartwheels, backbends and front flips in our garden. I learned to fight boys in Camp too… I guess that’s all part of the whole street life, you learn how to be a thug. Haha!

Do kids still play outside? In our subdvision I see some kids on their bikes during summer or groups of boys with a basketball on their way to the court. But I hardly see girls. There are no children playing Patintero… no Agawan Base… no, there’s none of that. And of course there are no weekends spent at Luneta Park.

Kids today, they mature very early, and I don’t know if that’s good or bad. But they dress up like adults, they talk like adults, and they love grown up things like makeup, expensive bags, shoes, cars, and so forth. When I was young I only wanted to learn how to ride a bike with no-hands and when I finally did it, I knew I was made. Of course it doesn’t have any lasting life value, but back then, it was worth so much. Back in the day, there was this very tall tree in our street and we had to jump from it, like some initiation. It was so high, believe me, we could’ve easily injured ourselves. But thugs don’t say no to these things… so I jumped (successfully too). I jumped from trees, tall walls, roofs, gates–the scarier the better.

Kids these days… they do that too. But in Minecraft, Grand Theft Auto, or Tony Hawk. Haha!

Anyway, my mom posted this photo on our thread and it brought a smile to my face. This brings back fun memories with Papa.

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P.S. Papa it’s mom’s birthday tomorrow don’t forget to greet her. Joke only.

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The Heart of Service

“Therefore I, a prisoner for serving the Lord, beg you to lead a life worthy of your calling, for you have been called by God.”
Ephesians 4:1

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One day, during morning devotion in the ARMS mission trip to Tacloban, we woke up to find memory verses on the table. I found Ephesians 4:1 on my side of the table and upon seeing it, I realized that it defines my life’s mission.

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Old But Not Quite

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Old but not quite
A song plays and it paints a familiar air of ominous tunes in the still air.
Old but not quite.
Surely does not feel likew thirty-six…
Maybe sixteen
Especially with the shackles tight around my hands and feet. I am a prisoner and I drag painstakingly along, creating screeching sounds that deafen in the silence of the night.

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Just So You Know…

I can do this.

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Yes, apparently.

My dad was in the Military. Apart from that, he was once the President of the PAF Gun Club, so it was only natural that he’d teach us to handle a gun. In high school, during summer breaks, he would take us to the firing range where we trained to handle a 45. I remember going to the range, one time, he looked at the one of his aides and he said, “Cge turuan mo” (Go ahead, and teach her). It was almost automatic.

I competed and won a few trophies as a young shooter. I still remember the first time I fired a shot. I pulled the trigger, the gun sounded, and I fought the strong recoil. It was scary. Everything came too fast, but the rush was exhilarating. Those who have handled a gun, even once, will understand what I mean. It’s the kind of rush that makes you want more–so you keep coming back for more. Almost addictive.

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