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it's so tiring today cos i came back at 2.30 am after attending midnight mass.
and the worst part was having to stand throughout the whole thing while the archbishop decided to share his experience on something that happened to him somewhere during christmas. something about christmas, shepherds, poor, and understanding suffering. i was like, yea, i understand suffering alright...spasming at the back of the cathedral of the good shepherd.
then i bent down to tie my shoelace, and knelt upon this old, aged tile, and next thing i knew the thing cracked. inside the crevice was a little cylinder: a keystone. shifting the letters to 'brown', it clicked open, and the parchment inside read "i plagiarised the da vinci legacy."
the archbishop was still going on, and in the choir, we spotted our school techie! pretty kewl. low kum fatt was there too, conducting the choir. egoist six-thinking-hats guy who calls ppl shithead.
after that me eve and greg went to get a drink at starbucks. then i waited for bloody long till finally we managed to cab back.
and the worst part was having to stand throughout the whole thing while the archbishop decided to share his experience on something that happened to him somewhere during christmas. something about christmas, shepherds, poor, and understanding suffering. i was like, yea, i understand suffering alright...spasming at the back of the cathedral of the good shepherd.
then i bent down to tie my shoelace, and knelt upon this old, aged tile, and next thing i knew the thing cracked. inside the crevice was a little cylinder: a keystone. shifting the letters to 'brown', it clicked open, and the parchment inside read "i plagiarised the da vinci legacy."
the archbishop was still going on, and in the choir, we spotted our school techie! pretty kewl. low kum fatt was there too, conducting the choir. egoist six-thinking-hats guy who calls ppl shithead.
after that me eve and greg went to get a drink at starbucks. then i waited for bloody long till finally we managed to cab back.