The Angry Preacher

The angry preacher !, swiped from Gísli Dúa on Flickr.

Last week's mass was quite interesting. Perhaps the Raya Haji holiday had threw a spannar in the gears. The hymns were wrong. The projectionist did not sync with the choir. The pianist could have very well been drunk. Amazingly, the priest did not have a cow. However, he did sound about something else. He was kinda pissed with the fact that every week, they fish out rubbish from the mass collection. Some parishioners or guests see fit to throw used tissues, money that is not of legal tender and receipts into the collection bag. Having worked with the hospitality ministry for so long, I had never noticed people dropping in anything other than money. I was quite shocked. Secondly, he complained about certain church-goers who park indiscrimanately just because their cars are more luxurious than others. Arguments often break out and tempers flare. Makes one wonder if "Love Thy Neighbour" flies out the window the second your feet steps out of church. He went to the point asking them to leave their cars at home and take the LRT to church! Lastly, my church is kinda notorious for causing traffic snarls on the LDP. Certain inconsiderate drivers directly exit to the LDP via the junction, which is actually a very dangerous thing to do. The priest lamented that the he was already quite tired of frequenting the traffic police headquarters to explain matters and ask for leniency. Opps. Quite a challenging role taking care of one's congregation when more often than not, the priest needs to take care of all these 'trivial' matters that should not happen in the first place. Every job has its shit!

For lunch, mum and I went to KH's favourite wantan mee at Aman Suria. We waited about forty minutes for the food to arrive. And when it did, there was no spring onion and no vegetables. Just noodles, charsiew and dumplings. Even the curry was sold out. Alamak. Thankfully the weather was cool and that definitely helped my patience. On the way home, we stopped at Giant Kelana Jaya to do some grocery shopping. Fernleaf was doing a free BMI consultation, so mum gave it a try. Their dietary consultant was really a hack.

"Erm... erm... your BMI is normal but continue to eat healthily following the food pyramid. As you can see here ah... eats lotsss of carbohydrates. White rice. Bread. Ah, also take more cheese ah... Take little meat..."

Is that the recipe for a slimmer you? Good grief. That night, mum went out for dinner with her friends, so I had to settle dinner. Earlier, KH called me and the horny fellow actually got off over the phone (he had been abstaining due to his exams). Hehe. To substitute for my lack of exercise, I promised KH that I would do lunges and squats at home and that definitely put me off the mood of walking out to hunt for dinner. So, I just cooked a packed of instant noodles. Put in an egg, some pak choy and shimeji mushrooms. The simple meal did the trick and the whole evening was just spent in front of the computer...