Never on Sunday, the Manaoag edition
25th Apr 2010 by Chris “Oh kiss me quick, while we still have this feeling..”
“Love me tender, Love me sweet, Never let me go..”
Oh, how sweet to hear these music again. Even my creator rested on the Sabbath, the seventh day of creation. So here I am sitting on the 25th seat of a Victory Liner Bus, with a bag of raisins on my left and a a pen and notebook on my right. I know I’ve been sick, I know I have many things to do for work, which I’m always willing to do now before tomorrow (for “tomorrow” is a word I use for finding time to rest). But today is special, as the mission is special.
We visit the miraculous church of Manaoag every now and then, but today, we scheduled this date to hear Mass in Pangasinan, our home province, a bare 4-hour travel from Manila. Its a wonderful break for me, and a special request for and by the family. We’ve come to ask for healing. My youngest sister has just been diagnosed with a lung problem; my mom and I are also on treatment for some minor health troubles.
As I’m writing this, I’m feeling quite drained of my own energy. I feel my hands are growing colder and there is pain in my weakest spot. I have to stop from time to time to meditate and re-energize, for without it, I wouldn’t be able to further with my writing. I won’t let this stop me though from saying how good this day is and how happy I’ve felt inside just visiting the church once again. more…
) was in 1999 when I had dengue. I made friends with some who happened to be interns that time. I just don’t know where they are now or what happened to me. I even recall that one of them was courting me at the hospital! 
I only remember him by the name “Kuya Sonny”. 
lolz.. 
