As is the case with all Good Fridays we had for the past 10 years or so, we spent it at Don Bosco Chapel. We heard the usual mass, mumbled a prayer or two, and headed towards the field for the Way of the Cross. The weather, however, was not cooperating as it used to during the past years on Holy Week. So it was a good thing my dad had his weatherman instincts on and brought our trusty umbrellas in the back of the car. Hooray! It really did save us from an otherwise soaked up evening. :)
BTW, my sister said i dressed up like a mime that day. Didn't really notice until she told me...What a bummer! Well i guess that's another lesson learned. Hmf!
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