ironically holy week

one more day till holy week and i don't think i lost a single effing pound!!! for the lack of a better idea, stan and i are going to bantayan this weekend. since a couple of his friends are going, we might as well. ordinarily, bantayan is a quiet little island just off cebu surrounded by white sugary sand and crystal clear water. an almost picturesque romantic vacation, except on holy week ALL of cebu is heading that way too. the little quiet island becomes party central while the mainland holds its reverence for our Saviours death. i'm not too hot about going. and it's not because i'm devoutly religious. i HATE having to share the beach with throngs of people and i don't want to go even more because i feel really dumpy in my bathing suit. maybe my fabulous el cheapo shades with my dazzling 50 buck earrings will throw them off from my problem areas. but it's four days away from home which has become a warzone so i'll take it. i just hope there will be people looking dumpier in their bathing suits over there.

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i've been tasked to orchestrate a 3 minute audio visual presentation for my graduating prep students. i have about a couple of weeks to work on it but i'm kinda rusty on my photoshop so that isn't alot of time plus i have to use powerpoint frikkin version 2000 which i loathe. if it weren't for the wonderful hugs and kisses i get from them everyday i would have weasled my way out of it.

today, i assisted in their cathecism class called beansprouts and we talked about Jesus crucifixion and resurrection. and to drive the point home, the lead teacher had a special project where we baked bread to symbolize the death and resurrection of our good Lord.

first we dipped a marshmallow into melted butter which symbolized the oils Mary Magdalene used to on Jesus' body. and then we rolled the marshmallow into cinammon symbolizing the spices that were used to preserve him. yes. Jesus was the marshmallow. and then we rolled the marshmallow into a little piece of dough to signify that Jesus was buried and sealed into a tomb. i had to hold back laughter when the kids were really calling their marshmallows Jesus.

"can you pass me a Jesus?"
"my Jesus won't fit in the dough."
"can i eat the extra Jesus?"

and when the bread was baked, the kids were asked to open their little bread to discover that the marshmallow had melted away... to signify that the tomb was empty and that Jesus had risen from the dead.

teacher: what happened to Jesus?
iya: he got kinda brown and sticky.

oh well, so much for reverence. i think this lesson plan needed a little more tweaking. ah, better to learn from the mistakes of others rather than your own. i would have died and hoped never to resurrect if that happened to me.