Kris Jasper and Frights of Holy Weekend.

I know! I know!

Well how was your Holy Week?

Im supposed to upload a video today but for some reasons Blogger.com seems to be against me today, so I waited for almost an hour and it's still not ready so I just cancelled it.

Yesterday I was with my A and we went to this Polish Catholic Church in the city centre.

I will not talk about the gospel, I will not talk about the church...

Instead I'll share with you what Ive noticed. This started when Father Priest asked this 10 year old boy (I guess) if he would like to assist the service (I can only assume that he has done it before) but the boy refused.

I was worried then coz Father Priest might ask me to be that Sunday's altar boy, so I looked down pretending to be looking for ants.

Anyways, all throughout the mass the boy's mum has been whispering things to him, and she had this wicked face, and her lips were like twinched. So I can only assume that she's been telling him this:

"Next time if Father Priest asks you to assist him, dont say NO"

or maybe this

"How dare you say NO to Father Priest?"

or this

"You're grounded til next Sunday for saying NO to Father Priest"

or perhaps she's telling him this

"Do you have coins for the collection?"

But whatever she's telling her son, that's not my business anymore. (May I add that we sat 2 aisles away so I have the best seat to observe them, and may I also add that they are Filipinos).

I feel sorry for the 10 year old boy though. He pretended he was just ignoring his mum's madness. I can see it in his face, he was traumatized that perhaps 5 more years he'll start attacking old ladies in their village. Or might end up as a robber coz of that trauma.

Just because mum told him off for saying NO to Father Priest.

Just before the Eucharist, Father Priest asked two little boys to help him and those 2 little boys (I'd say they were 5 and 6) were all smiles, jumping for joy after assisting Father Priest. I think they'll end up gays.

Then my A and I went to McDonalds for Lunch. I had filet O Fish, then fries and topped it with McFlurry. I had creme eggs with my McFlurry to celebrate Easter.

Then to kill more time we went to Birmingham International airport.




While having caramel latte, I saw her. Half of me thought she's cool, a quarter didnt bother, and a quarter of me thought she's scary.


Then I saw those stewardess from Emirates. I wanna join them. Of all the airline slaves (aka: stewardess) I had experienced enslaving (tried Emirates, AA, Northwest, PAL, KLM, EasyJet, etc) I'd say Emirates Airline's has the poshest slaves. But there was this one stewardess who was a bit of a snub when I used their service so that traumatized me.

I only asked for a glass of water like 10 times and she gave me a jug, lazy lady twat!

Then while my A went to the toilet, I went to the Arrival area and pretended to wait for my Pakistani Dad to arrive.

Also I saw the first thing I saw 6 years ago when I arrived in this country. And that thing is a lotto stand near the arrival area. I remember touching that stand while waiting for our agents in 2003.

And yesterday I went to that old friend...

that old lotto stand.

I said "Hello", and I left.

Then we went home. My A roasted beef, had nachos and vegetables with it. I also had some Cadbury Easter choco cakes. To say that I gained 10000 calories since Friday would be an understatement. Im a fat cow. Im weak. I feel emotionally low.

All because I saw that old lotto stand again.

To continue with this garbage, below is what I prepared last Saturday night:

Crunchy salad and spicy chicken pieces.




Bye!