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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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Writing Your God Story

In the Bible, Genesis opens with a hopeful “In the beginning” and it ends in Revelation, with a fulfilling “Amen”. The start and finish of most things is definitive. Our lives are the same, because it starts and ends, but in the middle… that is where you make a difference.

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This chair, inanimate, is now a part of my God story.

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The Mission Life: Traveling from One Mission to Another

Mission Life Entry #2. Monday, 17th April 2017, Departure Area Legazpi Airport.

10:55am. My flight back to Manila is delayed. I am heading back from a mission with Team Jesus and I hope to rush home so I could rest, recuperate and finish packing for Tacloban. When I said “yes” to the holy week mission, I wasn’t thinking straight. But I thought, the clinic will be closed anyway, so I might as well–and I’m glad I made that decision.

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Oh, To Be Young And Carefree

And just like that, I’m 36…

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Not that I feel old because I don’t. Yes, I feel old(er) and that’s different. I feel like wine–and I’ve aged to some level of perfection, but not quite yet. If you know what I mean. And I think that’s what matters, that we age with grace. That we age, somehow? That we can look back from where we’ve been and say… “Good thing I’m not there anymore”.

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