Merry Christmas Everybody!

12.25.2012


Happy Christmas Everyone!  Happy Birthday, my dear Jesus!!!

Rant Break:  

1.  My internet has been fouling me up since last night.  I am so super-annoyed. I always end up with "page can't be found".  Globe Broadband by Innove, you suck (hmm, mentioning Globe Broadband may be the solution to my next rant!)
2. I added Adsense on this blog, wondering if I could ever get clicks or views since I don't want people seeing me on a different light, which means this blog would not be advertised, no shares, etc, and oh, yeah, I just included this blog on my "About Me" Google Plus Page. Like people would click and check this out naman.  So, anyway, why am I getting ads with pictures of young women with the imploring word "Meet Me" and a "Find a Foreign Husband" ad below the first post?  So, I am literally scattering Globe Broadband in this post as my keyword, with the fervent wish that Globe's ads would run instead of those ladies.  I can't even understand what context Google read my blog to be to include those ads, which I will leave them be, by the way.  Hirap atang maapruban ng Google ads (oops, and I am so trying hard to make this blog a purely-English posting zone heehee.)

Rant Break Over.

I practically missed my Christmas Mass.  See, I told the Papa Vince that we will go to mass early, but I bargained for another hour of sleep, making my target mass at 8AM, which I did, by the way.  I reached church in the middle of consecration though.  I.WAS.CONFUSED.  I checked on my cellphone's time (I have never worn a watch ever since I lost my watch at the veggie counter at SM Grocery)swearing it is impossible I am that late. 

Father, who was talking in clear English, by the way, unlike the other Indonesian Priest (when I was younger, we had Belgian priests. Now, we have Asian priests from Moslem countries) must have given a very long sermon.  That, or he sang his way throughout the whole mass (including the sermon) way slowly.  I was whispering to the Vince if this is a high mass or something which took hours, but the priest is not wearing a cap or something like Bishop Carlito Cenzon does (and Globelines, I tried researching the name of the cap, but I just ended up with "this page is unavailable."  I don't even know if I will be able to post this.My post's future is in your hands, Globe Broadband, good or bad hands, I do not know).

I figured out this must be the 7 AM mass, which I intended to attend, and I partly wished I should have gone earlier, because the priest gave wisecracks before ending the mass.  His sermon must have been a blast.  I am so in need of good sermons.  The Baguio priests just don't dish out sermons well, except those new priests from the San Pablo Seminary. I once attended a mass at Our Lady of Grace chapel, the chapel just across the street from our house, and Father recorded the sermon on TV (ABS-CBN) earlier then showed it to us.  Which is a good thing, because the recorded sermon was funny.  The priest had such a great sense of humor.

The mass ended at 8:30, by the way.  Had I not been with the Vince, I would have patiently waited for the next mass.  But I was with the Vince.  The guy who insists he comes shopping with me at SM then claiming that his tummy is aching and needs to go.  (Tip: Never go shopping with your husband or boyfriend. Ever.They are such "Un-Joys".  Unjoy was a word coined by Nicole when she was three.  "Papa is Un-Joy" when she meant "killjoy" haha.)

So, we ended up looking for a place to eat breakfast.  In Baguio, you can never get to eat at those Chinese places before nine.  And I don't even consider Chowking a Chinese restaurant (Have you noticed I don't like fastfood/).  Last stop, at a fastfood-Jollibee.

And oh, I had a feeling I won't be returning to church today...

But we (with the kids) did, but at Pink Sisters.  There was no mass though.  I missed going to Pink Sisters, by the way.  By next year, I would try to attend the Vespers twice a week at least.  It is my comfort place, I swear.

Adrian had a blast writing for his petitions.  They were not even petitions.  They were letters like "Dear Jesus, Happy Birthday! Love, Adrian" and "Dear Jesus, You are good and I love you so much. Love, Adrian"  I bet the nun who would be reading his letters would smile.  

We went to to John Hay Technohub later for Starbucks.  My kids claim Christmas is boring, but I was happy.  We are complete. We are happy.  We are in the best of health.

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