put your arms around meeh

looks like i'm foregoing all sense of doing homework. okay lang yan!

so i did go to church. the thing is my mind was floating everywhere, but mostly on ravnica and the upcoming standard scene come october 20.

it was also during mass when my father pointed out mang boy zavalla. not like you know him, but he's a local sax player. (at least that what my dad says. okay, let's call him a musician then.) father also told me that mang boy is starting a sta. rosa city orchestra (i hate the new name. sta rosa city. it's still the same rural town i love to walk around in.) and he's offering me a spot. frankly i'm not that flattered because they're offering me that spot because i can play sax, not because i can play sax good. pero what the heck - it's more credentials.

so then i go to my late uncle's wake. (well, would he have a wake if he was still alive?) it was an incomplete moran gathering, without my favorite cousins, and we left early. (cremation would be tomorrow anyway.) my ate lala (who closely resembles jam) did a double-take because she didn't know who "romeo moran III" was kasi maganda yung handwriting nya. ;) my other little cousin, whom my dad likes to tease as gay behind his back, was there.

that cousin of mine's grandfather, which is my granduncle (the term isn't used these days), is very anti-gay. here's an anecdote my dad shared about him. (my dad was a child when this happened.)

one day, my granduncle told my dad to come along with him; he was going somewhere. they went to a gay kid's house, and my granduncle shouted and looked for him. when he did find him, he beat him up relentlessly! the kid was begging for mercy but my granduncle wouldn't stop; he was too enraged about the kid being gay.

apparently the kid was one of our relatives, if i'm not mistaken.

ahh, ang pamilya moran talaga. :P