Sleepy Head

Whatever your religion there’s this particular day you have to look your best and be the best person you are. For me it’s every Sunday. Unlike before when there were five of us who go to the mass at 9 am, now it’s just me and my sister. We don’t attend the morning mass, we make it sure to be on time for the children’s mass at 3pm.

The children’s mass is supposed to be lively and jolly. It should be like making a child listen to Kuya Cesar’s AM radio show.

Yesterday, I was convinced that this particular priest (can’t remember his name) shouldn’t be assigned to lead the mass at 3pm. People… I mean adults and children alike were really sleeping while he was conducting the sermon. I couldn’t count how many times I yawned. The lady beside me was doing the same. Kids were having tantrums. And there’s this guy who was literally snoring aloud. If an average person has an attention span of 20 minutes, listening to him would cut it down to ah…. 5 minutes.

If priests were to be rated like what they do in Starstruck the Next Level, I’m pretty sure he’ll be in the bottom three next week and might be the one to be voted out and be an avenger.