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...And what better way to kick it off then with sickness? @_@ Stomach was seriously fucking up yesterday, while I was finishing off the prologue and first chapter of the Epic P3 Sequel (with help from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sindapa); kye_kestrel, khursten and I all felt lousy at the same time and were poking each other about it over y!m. I kinda sorta managed to recover yesterday (I think the nap and the sinigang helped), but I'm still not up to par.
Going to the Maundy Thursday mass proved that to me earlier -- spent the first thirty minutes reeling in my seat, and the rest of the celebration irritable. Peter's attitude and Paolo's brattiness didn't really help either. I'm not blaming them for not liking the celebration (it is hell of long, and from here on it's just going to get longer), but srsly gais: a little more grit and a little less whining might help your cause.
Things would have been significantly different if my parents had been home, 'cept they're still in Batangas.
That said, God needs a new PR & Marketing strategy. Contrary to what this entry seems to be saying, I've never had a problem with the Holy Week gauntlet -- granted, it's mostly a family tradition at this house, but when push comes to shove it only happens once a year and it really isn't hard to sit through. The significant difference now is that I'm sick as a dog, but not sick enough to completely skip out. B|
Mmkais. Munching on crackers while I wait for dinner. Absent parents = absent masters of the house = construction galore, so the dining room is a mess and the kitchen is a war zone.
sindapa); kye_kestrel, khursten and I all felt lousy at the same time and were poking each other about it over y!m. I kinda sorta managed to recover yesterday (I think the nap and the sinigang helped), but I'm still not up to par.Going to the Maundy Thursday mass proved that to me earlier -- spent the first thirty minutes reeling in my seat, and the rest of the celebration irritable. Peter's attitude and Paolo's brattiness didn't really help either. I'm not blaming them for not liking the celebration (it is hell of long, and from here on it's just going to get longer), but srsly gais: a little more grit and a little less whining might help your cause.
Things would have been significantly different if my parents had been home, 'cept they're still in Batangas.
That said, God needs a new PR & Marketing strategy. Contrary to what this entry seems to be saying, I've never had a problem with the Holy Week gauntlet -- granted, it's mostly a family tradition at this house, but when push comes to shove it only happens once a year and it really isn't hard to sit through. The significant difference now is that I'm sick as a dog, but not sick enough to completely skip out. B|
Mmkais. Munching on crackers while I wait for dinner. Absent parents = absent masters of the house = construction galore, so the dining room is a mess and the kitchen is a war zone.
