Holy, Holy, Holy
Weeks before the Holy Week, the church usually recommends getting a confession, observing fasting and abstinence, eating no pork or beef on Fridays, praying the rosary, and guarding yourself from sin.
At the St. Therese Chapel at UPLB, I usually attend the 5:30 pm mass as much as I can. The chapel is often packed with students, faculties and nuns at this hour. The slow setting of the sun provides warm hues of orange and yellow as the mass proceeds. The wooden altar, with the glass encased images of Mary and St. Therese, is bathed with natural light coming from the tall glass-stained windows from the banister. The sight is just awesome, and couple this with the outstanding choir (Lisieux), you’ll feel like something is possessing you to stay put and absorb the entire homily. It’s the sort of calm that keeps you sane despite voluminous projects, insane reports and deadly exams.
Lately, I’ve been going to the chapel because of an entirely different reason: a crush. He’s a classmate from Class X this semester and just last February, I’ve noticed that he sits at the outer benches to hear mass. At first, I didn’t care. Then came a sort of recitation in our class; the type that makes you do calculations on the board. I’m not so good at math. I can’t do quick mental claculations like other people can and I just hate these on-the-board-calculation-recitations because I tend to freeze and get my solutions wrong (I did fine with my problem by the way). Anyway, when he came to solve his assigned problem on the board, WOW!, he just stood there for about 10 seconds and he’s done! He did it so fast that even my prof was surprised. I have a weakness for guys who are math geniuses so forgive me, please, for being a tad shallow. After seeing that, I saw him in a different light (naks!).
