Supposedly, this is my nth attempt to create my first
blogpost for my newest blog,_______ (insert name here of the blogsite).
However, due to some constraints: mentally, physically and emotionally, I will
just right down anything that would enter my crazy mind tonight and post in on
Facebook since it has a wider reach and I won’t have to push myself to tweak
the look of the bare and boring look of a blogsite (then I decided to post in a blog, not new) . In addition, bear with me
since you might catch/caught (whatever the correct grammar for this statement)
a slight grammatical error or epic taboo in English Literature in this short
talk.
So I came from a birthday party: There is a lot of food-
Roasted Chicken, Gambas (Seafood Mix), Burger Steak (Like in a famous fastfood
chain with a bee as a mascot yet the only thing that has honey in it is the
pancake), Liempo (Grilled Pork) and of course, the Caesar Salad with the
homemade Thousands Islands dressing (Mayo+Ketchup). We coursed through the
summer rain just to be in tha party and watch Tom and Jerry just to ease out
the stress we all endured for the nth time ( Well, for me, I was home the
entire time lingering in emotional turmoil which will be discussed in time).
Lalalalala… Talk talk talk…. And here comes 6:00PM, the 12 below and the 40
above population started to gather around for their street’s Rosary Marathon-
It’s just like passing of the torch in the Olympics yet this time you transfer
the image of the saints house per house and you pray the rosary in each house
you come across. According to the birthday boy, since they moved in that house,
the prayer always falls on his birthday and it’s just a coincidence… Yes, mere
and plain coincidence. Coincidences really happen consistently.
Speaking of Rosary, I was raised as a catholic and I grew up
lining up during May Flower to give Santan Flowers we picked as we walked along
our street to Virgin Mary since it is the only way we can get free snacks in
the summer ( No school, No allowance, No luxury of anything). I understood how
it felt to submit yourself to the norms of the religion. I have no complaints
since I am true believer of Christ and a servant of the Church- hosted the May
Flower Queen Coronation since high school until I decided to runaway from my
hometown which was 2 years ago; I have been a choir member since Grade 3,
especially when there are no more available seats in the church (being a
choirmember entitles you a guaranteed seat). I can also remember when we had to
accommodate the Twelve Apostles and their 20+ Production Assistants during the
Lent Season. We had to make Arroz Caldo
(in Italics since I don’t know what they call it in English, Risotto?!?) and of
course the main course which is synonymous to “FIESTA”. The Santo Nino in the
Parish was also donated by my Lolo who happened to be the son of the my great
grandfather who has… Bla bla bla.. Lalalalala… Hahahaha… Hehehehe…. In short,
my lola is the automatic Hermana Mayor of the Feast. We decorated the image and
be mentioned in the mass every year. My tatay is also a Water Diviner who was
requested by then Parish Priest to look for water source in the church complex
which later supplied the church complex and the free water source to those who
enjoy selling water. Basically, the church is already part of the family, the
priests know me as the male soloist (if I am home) for Papuri sa Diyos and the
most requested May Flower Queen Host of All Seasons. I can still remember the
titles of Mary- it’s just like a beauty pageant where you mention the title,
the name of the contestant but this time you mention the barangay and the PKK
(Until now, I don’t know what that means)- Virgin Most Pure then you see a lady
almost dilapidated by the society bearing the title. Dreadful and laughable but
you tend to remind yourself you’re in church and you maybe possessed by the
demons exorcised by the priests in the ancient times if you commit a sin. It is
the only place in the country where you are not entitled to your own opinion (at
least for an hour)- the Supreme Wisdom is at play and the pending bills in
congress is believed to be written in the Bible.
This post will be longer if not because of the blockages of
bad ideas in my creative stream so I will just stop here and expect that
tomorrow on the same time, I can write another post that would tackle anything
that will cross my path.
Tristan signing off my first blog Facebook blog post.
