Tranquil Sunday

10:09 AM, Sunday. I had a sound, 9-hour sleep. I’m leaving this town tomorrow noon, and the next day will be our flight. I was somehow relieved when my parents told me that our flight was rescheduled. That way, I can still download stuff before Tuesday arrives. I managed to download thirteen parts of F/SN yesterday. I just hope today’s internet speed is fast.

10:20 AM, Sunday. Dad asked me to attend today’s mass, for today is the last time I’ll be attending one. At least, I won’t be able to attend the masses for the next two months. I’m still having second thoughts. I haven’t attended any masses since last year. I wonder, does that make me more sinful? Does that make me more evil? We were told plenty of times by our seniors and aged people to visit the church at least every Sunday. A couple of years ago, when I was still attending masses, I have been observing the people inside the church. And I could tell that 80% of them weren’t even serious about praying. The remaining 20% were the true, devout believers. After the priest’s sermon, one person would bring her cell phone out, and then the other person would do the same. A scenario I have seen countless times; a vicious cycle.

10:45 AM, Sunday. I just remembered something about a photo on National Emo Day. I was like, “What the hell is this…?” when I first saw the photo. Here it is.



Trash. Rubbish. Nonsense…

12:07 PM, Sunday. Aunt brought me eggplant omelet for breakfast. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t that good, either. It was passable. Ah, yes. We had a match last night with outsiders. They weren’t much of a challenge, to be honest. Our victory has been decided from the very beginning. The match lasted only for 40 minutes. And as always, we went all out, without showing a hint of mercy. [My stats: 8/0/16 (Kill/Death/Assists respectively)]