Friday, November 27, 2009

The worst Catholic wedding (by the Devilish Priest)

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I used to be a Catholic, but the priests' hypocrisy and unrelenting preachings put me aloof in the church. I am still a Christian, despite points in time when I became Atheist then an Agnostic.

On November 21, 2009, the fine rain poured over the wedding bouquet of roses I arranged myself. Looking at the drops of rain, a desire arose the wedding mass wouldn't take minutes as much as the drops. I arrived 6:15 a.m. at San Isidro Labrador Parish Church, Digos City. I knew the wedding starts at 6 a.m. sharp. I ran towards the bride and groom on the kneeling bench. Something bothered me. It was the austere priest officiating the wedding—it was his dark aura. I handed the bouquet to the bride, pinned the corsage to the groom, and took picture. Did all these whilst the priest read from a book in his hands, I was not listening then.

Coming up with better photo shoots of the couple, I sat on the pews and a friend told me how the poor couple got bad lucks. In November 20, the couple had rehearsal for this mass wedding and was told to appear in the church at exactly 5:30 a.m. Mass wedding means you pay cheaper than a special wedding-it's like a wedding for the lower class and the middle class, respectively. Fortunately, no other couple have registered for the day. It seemed like a special wedding then.

The mass started at exactly 6, without the couple. The couple arrived at 6:05 a.m. The cruel nun brutally told them she would have the wedding cancelled. The priest stopped when he saw them, the nun motioned them to walk in the aisle. Anxiously, the couple galloped along the aisle. The bride didn't have chance to spread the bottom of her gown.

Having been agitated, the groom failed to remember when to say 'yes Father' and 'I do'. "Tubaga na ko ug Oo Father, dugaya nimo mutubag oi." The priest mumbled. (Say yes now, what's taking you so long)

Three fine lines were now visible over his eyebrows. His aura had turned to devilishly black. In one of his really unforgettable and historical preachings, he remarked to couple's being late, "May pa ang patay, naka make up daan, ang kaslunon maligo pa, mag make up pa." (Perhaps a made up dead man is better than a newly wed who is yet to wash and put make up on) Not a good joke for a wedding. The priest never smile. After the mass, he never appeared again. No felicitation from the "officiating Catholic priest." I still waited for the priest, hoping he's kind enough to shake hands with the newly weds. The atmosphere went awkward, people stared blankly and endlessly. So I told the groom to kiss the bride.

I got really disappointed (again) with his attitude. I remember P. Coelho's The Devil and Miss Prym. He wrote that everyone is either good or bad, it's just a matter of choosing between doing good or bad. In this wedding, the priest chose to be bad, and did bad things—this made him a Devilish Priest. Everyone turned into a devil that day though. The nun, the guests, every one. After the mass, the people despised the priest, shared hateful statements towards him. The evil dispersed as quick as a fire. Everyone became devils.

Including me. But the priest started it.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

I started to write and never stop

I started to write something about the extremely, awfully smelly toilet in Davao City's Bus terminal but I got lost. I suddenly didn't know how to end it after putting on four paragraphs. A bit confused, if the story's stupid, or not interesting, or too negative. I'm too hesitant in posting negative stories. I just realized that my previous posts were mostly negative. I'm gonna shift to the other side a bit, intermittently. Life has been so like Garfield's lately. Procrastination becomes a habit which I have to deal with urgently. Got excited when I signed up for Postcrossing but someone took it negatively so I removed my account. I joined it because I saw the members received postcards from anybody randomly, and with postage stamps (OMG!). I perfectly love snail mail, the smell of the envelope, the seal, and the stamps. I used to be a philatelist.

The world is beautiful indeed. With or without postcards.