Someone informed me that george harrison and another celebrity musician was coming over to play.
Guitars had broken string so I had to find replacements.
I didn't really see them except for a person who was sitting in front of the drum set who I do not recognize.
The next day, I woke up and was tempted to go to the guest room to see the guests.
I took a photo of three people. I do not know who the third person was.
Then I went out of the house and walked uphill towards Bagong Silang.
After passing the bridge, I saw an old popeye-looking man and he talked to me about a certain leader of the country.
I didn't stay for the chitchat and immediately went uphill.
I wasn't in bagong silang...
It was another place and I was waiting for the jeep.
One came and I boarded it.
To my left was a young lady who looks like Aubrey Pasia. To my right, a woman in her 40's and an acquaintance who gave off the aura of Mark Joseph Tabirao.
The lady to my left was wearing a navy blue pencil-cut above-the-knee skirt and a navy blue vest on a short-sleeved polo blouse.
The lady has something written on her right wrist and is holding a cellphone.
She seemed interested so I talked to her.
We were talking about something like a test or whatever and that it was in her cellphone.
So I tried it out.
Asked for her cellphone and saw two words: one is familiar, the other one was alien to me.
But nonetheless, I guessed what their definitions are.
The guy on my right told me that his grandfather died.
I asked: does he look like this? "and imitated the popeye-man I met earlier.
YES!
Sh*t, I met him earlier! "seryoso dre!"
The woman between us was eavesdropping.
I was looking for something in the lady's phone when the jeep stopped at a cathedral.
I alighted and rushed for the entrance.
I bumped into a young lady in white school blouse and navy blue pencil cut knee-length skirt.
I didn't give a f*ck.
I continued walking and saw a woman/man in his/her 40's wearing a white robe and a crown, seated on a grand chair of red velvet and gold.
I saw a sign that says "It's saint ********'s day" which felt odd because saints usually are already dead.
She/he held gave me a firm casual handshake which felt like he/she was taking my soul out of my body.
I walked some more and saw statues in the lobby. (I somehow stared from behind them.)
After that, I went to the confession area, peeked inside and saw nothing.
I saw acquaintance guy in the line: last of three people (first in line is a kid)
He told me that it will take forever.
One confession took more than an hour.
I didn't fall in line and just headed for the reception area.
I looked at the counter, there were female receptionists.
The photos or writings behind them (on a level above their head like fastfood's counter area menu) caught my eye.
Then it ended.
