Nica and Noy went to the 6 Flags at St. Louis with friends. I was awake at 6am, saw them rush out and thought this is a good Felicity time. I started watching Season 4, their final season. Where Felicity will finally pick the man she will spend the rest of her life with! Consistent with my mababaw nonintellectual self, I so looooove this series. Never mind if most sequences are prolonged close-up shots of facial reactions. Felicity Porter is the most lovable imperfect character that television ever created. Ben is adorable ... his pained looks, shy smiles and awesome physique will make any girl say yes. Even if he has yet to ask a question!
I felt guilty watching episode after episode on my bed thinking about my need to hear mass. Should I? Or should I not? ARGGH! This should not even be a question! I finally got up and called Marta. I thought it has been a long while since I experienced their church's music ministry. Then Marta treated me with a home-cooked lunch! Her adobo was heavenly. I enjoyed our lunch, main course was her updates on her lovelife, dessert was discussion of "talented" characters. LOL!
I came home, continued watching Felicity and dozed off.
A friend called. I was so happy I made time to see her. As she poured out her grief, frustration and anger, I looked at her and thought, I would have never thought it would come to this. That is what life does. It tests you. Sometimes, it gets you to wonder ... If all were created equal, why are some tests more difficult than the others? My quiet Sunday became even quieter.
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