This last weekend was good.
Saturday:
My day started at around 12 noon. I had to wake up and go to the boarding house to get my guitar. The one at GCF North was absolutely hopeless and I suggested that our guitarist use mine instead. Practice for the next day's worship was set to start at 2PM. I arrived at 230. Not bad, all things considered.
Unfortunately, our guitarist didn't make it so we thought it was useless to practice without him. We
did agree to meet for practice that day for his benefit (the rest of the team already knew their respective parts).
V, I think, had enough of playing the keys so she picked up the bass. I had just then finished restringing my own guitar. After teaching her the basic bass notes, I cranked up the Fender's overdrive (which was excellent, by the way), and the two of us jammed
'I Can't Get No Satisfaction' by the
Rolling Stones. I thought it romantic, in a perverse sort of way.
We had bible study shortly after that. That was fun too. The other members of the group found it hilarious that I had a hairbrush with me.
V asked me to brush my hair this way and that, even suggested that I shave my head. I, of course, gave her a quick no. I mean, I like her, but not
that much. Yet. So she had to settle with my hair brushed over my face ala
Oasis.
A wasn't used to my dry wit and asked me if I was really like that. She said I seemed restless, a far cry from my usual quiet self. I answered that being quiet is not my natural state, that what they were witnessing that evening was closer to the real me.
I went to fetch my sister at the office afterwards and found the reason why they were having a hard time creating their reports: insufficient computer memory. Imagine running WinXP and Word with
only 128 MB of RAM! I wondered how they were able to do any work
at all! So I junked some of their PCs and transferred some memory to their main PC. The printer immediately started spewing documents. It was past 12AM by then so I told my sister that we were going home right at that moment. We were both in bed by 1AM. I have less than 5 hours of sleep left before the big day.
Sunday:
It was a good thing that I had 2 alarm clocks set 30 minute intervals since I woke up later than I was supposed to. My sis and I arrived at GCF at around 745 for the finishing touches. We played for 2 services that morning and it went well, except for a couple of minor glitches. There was one unforgettably funny episode with
V's keyboard playing. But that's another story.
After lunch we stole into one of the church's upper rooms. There we took a 30 minute catnap, kinda like when we were kids. Only this time we didn't need any parent to force us into
siesta. We were practically begging for it that afternoon. The nap did us good and refreshed us for the final service later that day.
I rushed home after the afternoon service to go to my friend's place. They were celebrating the end of their mourning period
(babang-luksa). It had been a year since her mother died during childbirth. So I got there and she fed me lots, and I mean lots. She even packed some more in a paper bag for me to bring home. We talked about our current problems, her boyfriend,
V, our parents and all the troubles they were causing us. We ended the night in prayer.
Yes, I think it was good. Thank you Lord.
