im home.. thank God. i dont want to make a long blog but i miss my superman ever so dearly.anyways, the last week of p.i. was actually the best because that`s when i had missions week and it was helping me build my relationship with God. i shared the gospel to 30 students in 1st 2nd 3rd & 4th year highskoolz. i had to speak both in tagalog and english and basayan which was real hard. then i shared the gospel to the childrens ministry of butuan there was only 10 of them but still i had tons of fun and most of them understood the lesson that applies to their lives. then after childrens ministry i went to the squatter area which is where all the poor family`s live in. i preached to around 50- 60 poor children and they taught me the otso otso, pamela wan, and spaghetti moves. hahah yes. on my way back i met the famous vandolph frm home along da riles.( the son of dolphy ) and the midgets mura and mahal. of MTB. BEAUTY PAGEANT - it was gay i made 2nd runner up. but its better than nothing right? i only do this when i visit my family because its a family tradition my mom`s friend`s close friend was our judge and yea. end.on that. anyways i heard mae mae likes cris but and he feels the same. tha girl asked if it was okay and i told her that he's not my property anymore because he is jus full of hate. farill i hella pray that he softens up his heart but i guess im starting to give up. but yea God knows the cure.
me mahal and dominique.
dominique mura and me
these two "little people" are FAMOUS and known on mtb abs-cbn.
this is NOT MY GHETTO. THIS IS MY HOME. THE WAY WE LIVED.
CAN YOU MANAGE LIVE HERE WITHOUT AIRCON AND PUMPING WATER EVERYDAY FOR YOUR FOOD AND DISHES AND LAUNDRY?
CITIZENS-JUST TRY TO LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST AND TELLING THE KIDS SOMEDAY THEY WILL HAVE BEDS MADE OF MONEY.
IF YOU THINK YOU ARE POOR.. YOU THOUGHT WR0NG.
MUSLIMS NEED TO TURN TO THE RIGHT WAY OF GOD.
CAN Y0U LiVE A FILIPINO LIFE? WHERE YOU BEG FOR FOOD IF YOU CANT AFFORD TO FIND A JOB? USE DIRTY WATER TO JUS FEED A BABY
THIS ISNT MY VERSION OF A GHETTO. BUT MY HOME. |