My experience at church

So this Saturday morning my mom waked my up early to go to the church, yes it is a tradition in third-world Philippines; yes basically I am an atheist; and yes I’m being forced to go there, it wasn’t a very early mass as I would often expect(when I was about 5 or something, when we go to Sunday mass, it was still dark) fuck it, it was even way too late, but hey this is a new era, a new age of laziness.

So the mass started okay, with me sitting a few inches away from my classmates, which makes it so hard to do some crazy stuff, well it is already hard since my mother is there but who cares eh? I didn’t listen to the mass, as I normally would, frankly, I don’t give a serious fuck about God, though a lot of people may get angry, who gives a fuck about them either.

A lot of time passes by as I acted interested, then I realized that if I twist my head a few degrees, sure enough I can see a foreigner. Though its not that really a big deal for me, but I love to see my fellow kababayans look in utter awe out of a white man(foreigners are rare here).

So I get it, I must do goodwill, that’s basically the same message passed unto me every time I enter church. A lot of stuff happens which fail to inspire me or even fuck with my short attention span, I already did this stuff before, nothing new, nothing amazing.

Five years ago, I was heavily bored with this shit, until now I AM STILL FUCKING BORED. Nothing new comes out, every time the reverend father gives a unnecessarily wordy sermon which can be summarized as “Do some fucking good for fucking free and every time you do it, shout out ‘Jesus is our savior, give all the fucking credit to him’”, I wander off thinking that he pulls an AK-47 out of his robes, tear off the said robes to show full military gear, rains bullets, and shouts :”LOVE JESUS, OUR SAVIOR, HALLELUJAH!!!!!!!!, OR ELSE PUNISHMENT WILL BE IN LEAD”, and then utter chaos ensues.

~Pr0n, I do update this blog ONCE A month!!