Sabbath In The City
Saturday.
My favorite day of the week.
I always look forward to it.
I get to dress up nice and sharp, I get to wear my fierce shoes
And when I feel like it, I put some makeup and style my hair.
That's what I did.
I went to church.
I was raised a Seventh-Day Adventist
In a home with a rather strict christian belief.
I was even a vegetarian for the first 13 years of my life
Anyway, you get the idea.
But why all the high fashion mood at church?
Well, with one thing i love most about my mom
Is that she has instilled in me to always look nice and presentable
We didn't have much when I was growing up
She reminded us to look our best with what we have.
Flash forward today, that's what I've been doing.
I know church is no fashion show,
I also know God doesn't look at the appearance
He looks at our hearts.
Sometimes, I admit I get over the top
And get high-eyebrows look from the brethren
But between me and God I would like to worship in my best
Be thankful with all my blessings,
My well-being, my family, my friends
Maybe including my shoes, clothes,
And my keen fashion sense.
After church we went to a get-together lunch party.
It's for the new immigrants in my mom's company
My mom helped them through.
They just came last three weeks I think.
We met them and their families.
It was nice talking to them,
Answering their curious questions about New York and our family.
Later in the evening, I went with my siblings to Times Square
We took a lot of pictures
And went to some stores.
New York City never fails to amuse me.
The lights, the cabs, the people, the streets, the subway
Gives me some kind of vibe.
It changes my mood in an instant.
It feels like a dream,
Like something I only see on TV and movies.
I think I once wished about being in a place like this.
And I'm ever thankful that I'm here now.
What could be sweeter than to end the night meeting a supermodel?
As we walk down 8th ave around 11 pm
I thought I saw someone familiar, someone popular.
I knew she must be a model
It is Charo Ronquillo.
Wow!
I was awed...
I called her name and she looked back.
I said hi and she smiled back.
I wanted to hug her but I just shook her hand.
I told her I was a super fan.
I wanted a photo with her but my folks are too far gone.
Ugh that sucks.
But she was very nice to say that we'll meet again for that.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw...
I'm still awed.
We'll meet again, beyotch.
Muah!
