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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