As they say, "the show must go on". So despite my stuffy nose and constantly parched throat, i still had to sing the responsorial psalm for yesterday's celebration. We had no choice. I didn't have an alternate for such "emergencies" and we didn't have extra time for an alternate to practice.
Unfortunately, i ran late for our slot. I arrived just in the nick of time but i wasn't able to sing. Apparently, Robin got so worried that he asked Krisha to take over. Oh well! Things happen.
But just when i thought i have failed, Robin told me that i would take over in the afternoon slot. I was not spared. But that was fine with me coz i really love singing.
Some scenes up at the choir loft:
this dude caught some snooze time to recharge before our next slot in the afternoon.
i've been driving around town with my head spinning around everywhere i look i see your '96 jeep cherokee
you're a bully and a clown you made me cry and put me down after all that ive been through you'd think i'd hate the sight of you
but with every jeep i see my broken heart still skips a beat i guess its just my stupid luck that all of boston drives that same black fucking truck
it could be him or am i tripping and i'm crashing into everything and thinking about skipping town a while until these cars go out of style...
i try to see it in reverse it makes the situation hundreds of times worse when i wonder if it makes you want to cry every time you see a light blue volvo driving by
so dont tell me that you're off to see the world i know you wont get very far dont call me if you get another girl baby just call me if you get another car
the number of them is insane every exit's an exboyfriend memory lane every major street's a minor heart attack i see a red jeep and i want to paint it black
it could be him or am i tripping and i'm crashing into everything i can't wait til you trade that fucker in by then they will have stuck me in the looney bin
it could be him my heart is pounding its just no use i'm surrounded but someday i'll steal your car and switch the gears and drive that cherokee straight off this trail of tears
Been battling with a head cold since Wednesday, and now it's gone worse despite taking double doses of vitamin C and guzzling gallon after gallon of water (hehehe!). Our choirmaster once again assigned me as the psalmist for our 9am slot for the feast day masses tomorrow, so despite my condition, i went to the shrine to practice.
Coincidentally, Krisha (a fellow soprano from the Angelites Choir) who's also their psalmist for the 8am mass, has a cold too! But we still did our best to practice, in between sniffles, stuffy nose and all.
Angelite Krisha still had time for a pictorial of some sort. hihihi!
Meanwhile, one of our LecCom member celebrates her birthday today.
Sarah. I hope you had a blast on your day ;) Happy Birthday!
The St. Lazarus Shrine was full of people last Monday because the Holy Mass (and the 4th Novena Mass) was celebrated by none other than the Archbishop of Manila, Gaudencio Cardinal Rosales.
the streamer and the newly landscaped area in front of the Shrine
And for the first time, the choir loft was finally opened to accommodate the St. Lazarus Choir.
View from the top. We used to occupy the 5th & 6th rows at the right side.
there's Cardinal Rosales during the Communion
It felt good to be up there for the first time and sing our hearts out even without the microphone to magnify our voices. The acoustics at the loft was excellent.
We'll be up there again on Sunday, the Feast Day of St. Lazarus. See y'all there!
Saw this kid inside Surplus Shop while i was waiting for my turn at one of the fitting rooms. He's prolly looking for his mom who's trying out some clothes too!
Last night around 7pm, i was walking home with a choirmate after our pratice. We haven't gone far away from the company gates when a lady caught up with us and exchanged pleasantries with my choirmate. The lady acknowledged my presence and said "Uy, Tsiki, pumapayat ka yata." To which i replied "talaga? ay salamat!"
I was walking ahead of them and was focused on the traffic light at the nearby intersection, calculating the time when it will turn red so we could cross the street. As we were near the street corner, the lady bid goodbye and walked the other way. We waved her goodbye as well and waited for our turn to cross the street.
A little while later i asked my choirmate, "sino yun?"
Boy: yes. at last! it was so hard to wait Girl: do you want me to leave? Boy: no! don't even think about it. Girl: do you love me? Boy: of course! over and over! Girl: have you ever cheated on me? Boy: no! why are you even asking? Girl: will you kiss me? Boy: every chance i get! Girl: will you hit me? Boy: are you crazy? I'm not that kind of person! Girl: can i trust you? Boy: yes.. Girl: darling!
I love lavender. So it's no wonder that i had this window painted with that color. This is from the vacant room i previously raved about. Yeah, it's been quite a while and i haven't moved in yet. There are so many repairs to do and some other people's stuff to put away coz this room was used as a stockroom of some sort after the previous occupants vacated the place.
And there's dad placing a plastic screen so i can always have the windows open for sunlight and not worry about the cat getting out through the jalousies.
Meanwhile, my sister Tet tried to paint her toenails pink -for the very first time...
...by herself! And she is so serious about it.
"my hands are small i know but they're not yours they are my own..."
...and my fingernails are painted with a color i can't name. It's brownish from the bottle but turned kinda pinkish at one angle then fleshy at another (i guess it depends on where the light bounces off) with a metallic finish.
The nail polish would not last long though. I work with my hands a lot. I can't be bothered with maintaining paint on my fingernails and worrying about them chipping off coz eventually, they will chip off and get messy. This is one girlie stuff i can live without.
For the longest time, i've been wanting to change my blog template but can't seem to find a design that would reflect my personality. Once in a while, i would add (or remove) a page element, change the colors and fonts, or pick a completely different template depending on how i feel at the moment.
Then i came across this design which reminds me of those spiral-bound notebooks that served as my diary during my student days.
Back in highschool through college, i wrote a lot about what's happening in my life, my thoughts and my feelings. That was also the time when i have written a lot of poems, most about observations around me and, yeah, my thoughts and feelings.
So, i'm trying this one out and getting the "feel" of it. Perhaps it might inspire me to write some more.
But being the unpredictable person this blogger is known for, expect some more changes in the next few weeks.
