Early this morning, my brother and I had an agreement: by 9.30 a.m. and we still haven’t seen a bus, we’re going back to Atlag UMC and attend the Sunday Service there. A bus came. And when I thought I was extremely late, we arrived at SIUMC 30 minutes delayed in their original schedule. But! Some nice things! During the break, Ate Sheba came up to me and talked about Sunday School. The kids are ALL ABOUT the division of classes. My books were at Tita Ellen’s, who vibrantly wore rubber shoes today (did I set a skirt-and-sneaker fashion here). We’re planning to orient the kids after Charge conference next week. I, hopefully, hope we had time.
I made tiny airplanes today and stuck them in the gaps of the hallowblock-wall outside the parsonage. My brother went out for a bit and bought turon because he was bored. Our parent slept after lunch; my dad had a bad stomach but still went on with his Sunday duties on a fast AND presided over the council’s preparation for the Charge Conference happening next February.
Speaking of sermons: in all honesty, I have always thought my dad is the old-fashioned pastor. I often wondered how the congregation will receive his sermons and if they find him boring. But sitting in the pew in the past few days made me realize this: he spoke really well. Truly. Proudly. He talked naturally like a father (to us) to them. I am stoked to sit there and hear God’s message because he conveyed it loud and clear and vibrantly, just as his truest personality.
By the time we were ready to go home, one of the members asked to used the piano in which my dad sat and waited for at least five minutes on the bench just to ensure that he’d leave the church in order. We lingered around a few more minutes, which meant I got to play a bit with PJ, and had the chance to take photos of San Isidro UMC and the DIY front garden the UMW made on Saturday.
Homeward bound, and we were met with a slight traffic downtown. Today was the Feast of the Sto. Nino. 500 poon made their way down the street which crowded the Malolos Basilica. Mom spent a few more minutes in a pop-up fruit shop and we glugged on buko juice. Finally, in front of the gate, there was Chiba, waiting for us.
We sat down to CNN’s The Filipino Votes while eating the rest of Jett’s pizza leftovers and I think I’ve rolled my eyes and raised my brows more than I did in the last 6 days combined. I’m also saying my eyes (and heart) are on Samira Gutoc and please, Mr. Roque. Not enough labor force? IN THE PHILIPPINES? ARE YOU NUTS OMG WHAT
I have also found out that my fave and first boyband ARASHI is *somewhat* disbanding on 2020, marking their 20 years together in the business. It was sudden, but it was also expected, because they need to grow apart. They have lives of their own and I am happy to see these men finally settling down.
Yes, I am rambling, and yes, I have nothing to rant about if it’s not politically-relevant.
One lesson I learned is that to never whine. Whining leads to more whining and nothing ever gets solved BECAUSE you keep your rants to yourself. Rather than complain, take action. I’m trying to sew my mouth shut and keep it from spewing bad things and thoughts.