I bought four sticks of Marlboros a few minutes ago and I caught Kuya Manong Bantay ng Tindahan shaving his mustache and putting the used razor back in his merchandise. Wahahahahaha. "Kuya, kala mo ha! Huli kita!" I snapped. "Oo nga, nahuli mo ko," he snickered. Huwala lang. Random shites.XD

Butiki and I have now christened three animals roving in our copulation sanctuary. The first is Banana the gray-spotted white cat with the sagging three pairs of breasts. The second is Hollowblocks, the gray pigeon perched on the edge of our neighbor's roof. The third is Jeepney, the filthy black dog perpetually sunbathing on the street in front of my apartment. There's something about naming animals with another person. It's prolly the metaphor for one of those passages in the Book of Genesis wherein Adam and Eve randomly name all the animals in the Animal Kingdom. O ikaw, pusa ang ngalan mo. Ikaw naman, platypus. Ikaw naman, phreatobius cisternarum.

There's something ominously bizarre about the moon that night: it didn't have a face. o_o It was just a vaguely lit glowing orb of a lamp post, with no craters, gray areas, whatsoever, the sides smudged lightly to blend with the black night sky. Moments later, dark clouds occupied the entire heavens, the white orb of a full moon translucently covered with rain clouds. And then the clouds broke apart and made a rift right above the moon, the darkness of the heavens beyond posing like spilled black ink from the rift in the clouds. Ang hirap iexplain, punyeta.XD Do you get the picture? Of course not! Harharhar.XD Here's another mental image: throw in rain clouds in the entire expanse of the night sky, with the moon glowing behind it, then a fissure in the clouds opening on the top of the moon, revealing the black heavens beyond it. Yon, bat ba ako nagpaligoy-ligoy pa.XP Para siyang lumulutang na white orb sa kalawakan tas may lumalabas na black matter sa taas ng orb. Yeah, whatever. I was stunned by the beauty of it I wanted to grab a camera and take a snapshot of the unutterably mesmerizingly spectacular thing. Only that I didn't. Because I didn't have a camera to begin with.XP

So this Sunday, Yellow, Butiki, and I went to church at the next door village. Si Yellow isang mandirigma ng Seventh-day Adventist Church, whateber dat is. Samantalang si Butiki ay agnostic, at ako isang atheist. Sa makatwid, we didn't belong there. Haha. Yellow is a firm believer of God; Butiki and I tagged along just for kicks. Both of us were wearing black: his shirt print says NO FARTING, while mine says DO NOT BOTHER ME. We respect the Catholic Church, as you see. In between witty comments and muffled laughters, Butiki and I were inevitably smack bored. The three of us positioned and repositioned our asses at the front row of the balcony, overlooking shiny bald heads and the entire platform with the monotonous priest lecturing below.

"Tiki," I said. Butiki turned his head towards me. "Tignan mo yung mga kalbo sa baba. Pano kaya kung yung mukha nila eh sumasama pataas sa receding hairline nila?" Hahaha. Putangina, hindi kami mapigil sa kakatawa.

The Gospel was about John 3:16, For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son blahblahblah. The priest redefined the mystery of the Holy Trinity, ang Sagradong Trinidad, wika ng pari. "Tiki." He turned his head to me. "Trinidad pangalan ng nanay ko." Hehehehe. "Ako naman," he replied, "Marieta." The priest mentioned 3 is the most perfect number in the whole numerical system, implying all other numbers imperfect. What exactly makes a number perfect or imperfect? Let's leave that to mathematicians and numerologists. Then the priest wildly propounded that the number 6 is the most imperfect number, rendering 666 the most perfectly imperfect number.o_0 Goodlordeeeeeeeeh, what the fuck is the rationality in that?? And what the fuck is his fucking point?? Who in the world fucking cares about the meaning behind numbers?? 666 is no more different than 3 or 8 or 13 just as orange is no more different than purple. They're just numbers; they're just colors. We just associate them to something else like the Devil or the Holy Triniteh or Bad Luck, but independently, their just fucking names. My reasoning is ridiculously flawed and I sure knowsit! Tamad ako magisip.XP

Sidenote trivia: Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia is the fear of the number 666.:p Imagine you're with your friends and you see that number blaring from a billboard and you shriek, "OMFG, tear that billboard down! I am hexakosioihexekontahexaphobic!" Harharhar.XD

Then came the Offering part of the Eucharistic Celebration to relive the memory of the mythical Jesus Christ. It would've been better if the offering included Grand Matador Brandy instead of grape wine, and the mass of believers having the option to lather their coin-sized holy wafer with palaman (What the hey! What's palaman in English?? Bread spread??XD) of their choice like peanut butter, mayo, strawberry jam, or tuna spread. This would rather make "drinking Jesus' blood" and "eating Jesus' body" less grotesquely extreme. Yellow, Butiki, and I queued for the unappetizingly flavorless wafer of Jesus and returned to our seats. Butiki prayed.o_0 He had mentioned that believing in God won't cost you anything so why not just believe. Why not just believe?? Why, it'll cost you the corruption of your mental health, mind you. Bleah.

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