“Look Ma, No Hands!”

I’m amazed how God protected our mission team in Lynn, MA throughout last week:

  1. We endured approximately 30 excruitiatingly long hours of driving. It’s like watching the entire trilogy of the Lord of the Rings three times! Only having the difference of me hibernating for the most part of the “movie marathon.”
  2. Had we left Columbus a just a tad few moments later, either we would’ve been crushed by an 12 ton ceiling fragment inside a tunnel , or we would’ve ended up caught in a nightmare chaotic jam in midnight Boston.
  3. I must mention that we received no reports of stabbings, gunshots, abductions, kidnappings, or any sort of disastrous criminal activity while in the inner urban city.
  4. Although feral rats the size of a grandma’s fat cat ran rampant along the neighborhood, especially just outside a storage room where the guys slept in, we gathered sufficient courage enough to battle the terror a pair of red eyes bring that lurks along the garbage corner whenever any of us guys takes a leak during nightfall.
  5. We experienced heavy torrential rains and hail one day and scorching heat the day after. Yet, no heat strokes or bumpy pelted heads! Just a rancid smelling van which resembles a tightly spaced 90 degree sauna cramped with a lot of wet dogs and the aura they emit.
  6. The ample supply of “Fluff” and our overindulgence of Boston Hotdogs. Hehe, you had to be there to understand…
  7. I think construction workers who work for a ministry center need not to have accidental insurance. Evidence? Highschool and college kids showing no signs of hammered pinkies, drilled holes in the feet or hands, or broken bones from not falling off 20 feet ladders.
  8. Most important of all, although we were physically, emotionally, and spiritually fueled out, I never mind those much given by His guidance. Now only if we continually let the hands and feet of God to work on us, then we can truly rely on Him to do the things that we cannot accomplish alone. Then a lot of us won’t feel burdened out that much by the world at all. It’s real good to know that a how a pair of bloody pierced hands lead us to ways we cannot imagine.


Greetings from Shalimar, Florida.

If anything I learned from this spring break,

God moves in mysterious ways.

For real.

Trip to the Philippines ’05

It’s not about what I got, but what I’ve gotta give…


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Guess who’s back..?

I just got home about 3 hours ago and it feels weird writing up a post after being gone for three weeks. I deserve a cookie for not touching the internet for that long! But it also seems like I’m out of words to say even if my mind has a lot of stuff to blurt out from my trip. Blame the airplane ride. The super long journey. Gah.. dang jetlag. Typing as of now, it’s actually 2:48 AM here in Ohio when it would be 3:48 PM back in Manila. WIDE awake. Go figure. I still feel bittersweet leaving my mom and the best of my friends behind at the airport. Still thankful of the Christmas gift of a chance to spend it with them.

The vacation itself.

Awesome beyond even blogging it all out. It’ll worsen my carpal tunnel syndrome even thinking about typing it out. But I’ll do it anyways since experiences are invaluable lessons meant to be shared. I’m thrilled to share everything except for the fact that I’m braindead as of now.

Nevermind the fact of looong air time (21 hours! I almost lost a day!), accompanied by not-the-most-desirable airline food, followed by a rebooked connection flight from inspection delays, and topped by 2 hour delayed checked-in luggages. Those were nothing to complain about, because God has been good to me throughout the whole trip from the moment I left the great US of A all the way halfway around the world and back ’till to this very seat I sit as I type this entry on the computer.

But for now, gotta unpack! gather myself up together once again.

More to come! Oooo, and the bed looks warm and fuzzy. It’s calling out my name.

I’m Leeaving On A Jet Plaane!

Words just can’t describe.

 holiday destination!

Pearl of the Orient.

Twenty-one days.


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what a whack

What a weekend. pops and stepmom got married (finally!) A bunch of walking up and down the boulevard, seeing and meeting a lot of .. interesting people, especially the monocycling stripper card info handlers. Had fun wandering in and out of casinos, and guess who won $250?! 🙂 shhh!

San Francisco. Cali. I never knew I had tons of immediate family ova thurr. I met new cousins, aunts, uncles, and they are all great. There are a lot of people who looked like me in San Jose, seriously. I only spent 2 days, and all I got was the topping of the cake that is california. I plan to visit there again sometime. Speak of beaches, rad night life, halo-halo, fresh seafood! 

But the real deal was the wedding. A very simple, private, and intimate one.  I’m really happy for both of them, especially my dad. He had done a lot of things for his family and I that he really deserved that moment to finally be with someone who he can spend the rest of his life with. Words really can’t express how happy I am for him.

Of course this post isn’t complete without pics. I’ll post some up later. Gotta catch up with school work. bah, im so behind.


I’ve been duking it out the past two, three weeks. Never thought I’d be that bloody mary busy with school stuff and here I am still trying to settle in my new place. I’m still missing a bedframe! I guess I’m getting acquainted at my rocking cot with a matress on top which effectively lulls me to sleep at night.

Vegas wedding