I've been doing this for four years now, and every year's a different story. Sometimes, the story gets darker; other times, the story kind of gets better. But every year I go, and every year, I ask, why do I bother?
Pitstop at Petron for Coffee, breakfast, cigarettes, pick your poison.
Then mass at (read name inked on chair).
Then boat ride. It was horrible.
We got ashore. It was interesting.
On the other side of this view was a huge collection of Non-Catholics.
Children... I forget their names.
Surprisingly, I didn't hate them as much this year. I must've hated #hashtag more.
Daily Grind: Mass. If you have to walk a couple of Kilometers to the next barangay to get it because Fr. is celebrating it there, you go. Practical? Not always. But...
it's good cardio for the body and the soul. HAHAHAHAHA!
This Catechism came with a very, very sad realization. HAHAHA.
The only picture I appear in, thus far.
Gabe, wrong.
Thursday, Chris (Yambing) and Tonio came with JM. Before that there were only four of us in our barangay.
Thar's my brother.
And then, there was this dog. :(
And Jasmine Tea.
Look more kids.
Stations of the cross. ha. haha. hahaha. hahahahaha.
House visits...
Farmer (Fr.) Eric
Pio
A "pretend" shot.
Mass in the dark.
Translations and mass song practice.
Cross section of:
Happy Incorporation to Mark and Eli. I hope you know what you're doing. :))
I was going to make this into a comic, but I couldn't remember the line from the Homily. Let's go with: "Horrible Language, Bad Translation." :)
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