Swings and a chronicle

I went with my dad to a nearby driving range this afternoon. You see, someone gave him a golf set. And he hasn’t played more than two times yet so he is an amateur. So I tagged along. It was embarrassing. There were tens of other golfers in the range making shots more than 200 yards long. And me? Well, I had a tutor beside me. Let’s say only 1 out of ten shots I made were good ones. And when I say good I mean, it reached at most 50 yards. I looked pathetic. I had almost 200 tries. Oh well… it’s my first time, who knows. I’ll try it again sometime. My palms are aching. I didn’t know a golf club weighed as much as it does.

Thursday, our visita iglesia route went like: Dela Strada along Katipunan Avenue, then to Miraculous Medal Parish in Project 4 then to Christ the King then to EDSA Shrine. Sanctuario de San Antonio in Forbes Park was next. Then we went off to that lonely church in the middle of the vast reclaimed area in Manila Bay. Then we went to the Redemptorist Church in Baclaran. St. Andrew Church in Paranaque, to St. Joseph Church in Las Pinas where the bamboo organ is enshrined. Then to a church in Bacoor, Cavite, then to Imus Cathedral in Imus. Then we went to Silang then to two churches in Tagaytay. Tiring huh?

Friday, my parents decided to check us in a hotel for a night. We went here. It was great. A very luxurious hotel-apartment. Complete everything. Two bedrooms each with its own bath and dressing room. Utensils, kitchen, laundry facilities, etcetera. I want to live there! Imagine, Glorietta is right below and you’re in the heart of Ayala Center. But well, we’re not that rich to afford such property.

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