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About AAARGH!
A slight variation to Anna's "about SQUEE". ^_^
Yesterday, we were stranded at church because of the sudden rain. We non-umbrella-wielders who just walked a few blocks home all sat there in the front steps. Josh and I settled right in the middle, and the choir settled on our left, the sacristans on our right.
He-who-leads-the-Knights-of-the-Altar sat several steps behind me. I could feel him as strongly as I felt the delicious rain-flecked wind. And then, one of his fellows sat right beside me to sign their attendance sheet. When I turned my head there He-who was, only one person apart from me.
But I didn't talk to him, though he looked so friendly in his white T-shirt.
I pitched a fit for an hour after my Mom fetched us home.
All that time we sat there so close, I savored it. I imagined and imagined his smile and a dialogue between us with Josh as interpreter... I even imagined him asking to be taught the sign alphabet... It was so frustrating afterward that all I did was that: imagine.
Jouie asked me repeatedly why I was moaning like a lunatic as I changed but I wasn't telling. Onchie hit me upside the head and Mum threw her slipper at me when I didn't quiet at dinner.
Argh. What made me Moaning Myrtle was, I couldn't count how many times the Virgin Mary granted me such an opportunity to speak! The first time was when I was inspired to send him a note through Josh (this was during my sacristan's on-the-job-training two years ago: He taught the fourth-graders Computer, isn't that adorable?) saying I need to interview him about the sacristan life for a story I was writing. Josh told me he was ecstatic. But all those times he tried to approach me before or after Mass, I escaped! I don't know why. Believe it. /facepalm
Which brings me to Palm Sunday, also two years ago. I went to church in the morning because my friends and I were going to get together. After Mass, as I left the altar after being patted on the head by Father Gil, I dropped my phone on the steps, right by He-who's feet. We both bent to pick it up and our fingers nearly touched and we smiled at each other and I didn't say anything more than 'Thank you'!
Yes, I've silently fancied him since adulthood. It's likely I'll continue for the rest of adulthood, too, though someone needs to furnish me with guts. I keep thinking about those times I evaded him for that interview. I'm ashamed! AAARGH!
Yesterday, we were stranded at church because of the sudden rain. We non-umbrella-wielders who just walked a few blocks home all sat there in the front steps. Josh and I settled right in the middle, and the choir settled on our left, the sacristans on our right.
He-who-leads-the-Knights-of-the-Altar sat several steps behind me. I could feel him as strongly as I felt the delicious rain-flecked wind. And then, one of his fellows sat right beside me to sign their attendance sheet. When I turned my head there He-who was, only one person apart from me.
But I didn't talk to him, though he looked so friendly in his white T-shirt.
I pitched a fit for an hour after my Mom fetched us home.
All that time we sat there so close, I savored it. I imagined and imagined his smile and a dialogue between us with Josh as interpreter... I even imagined him asking to be taught the sign alphabet... It was so frustrating afterward that all I did was that: imagine.
Jouie asked me repeatedly why I was moaning like a lunatic as I changed but I wasn't telling. Onchie hit me upside the head and Mum threw her slipper at me when I didn't quiet at dinner.
Argh. What made me Moaning Myrtle was, I couldn't count how many times the Virgin Mary granted me such an opportunity to speak! The first time was when I was inspired to send him a note through Josh (this was during my sacristan's on-the-job-training two years ago: He taught the fourth-graders Computer, isn't that adorable?) saying I need to interview him about the sacristan life for a story I was writing. Josh told me he was ecstatic. But all those times he tried to approach me before or after Mass, I escaped! I don't know why. Believe it. /facepalm
Which brings me to Palm Sunday, also two years ago. I went to church in the morning because my friends and I were going to get together. After Mass, as I left the altar after being patted on the head by Father Gil, I dropped my phone on the steps, right by He-who's feet. We both bent to pick it up and our fingers nearly touched and we smiled at each other and I didn't say anything more than 'Thank you'!
Yes, I've silently fancied him since adulthood. It's likely I'll continue for the rest of adulthood, too, though someone needs to furnish me with guts. I keep thinking about those times I evaded him for that interview. I'm ashamed! AAARGH!