Yesterday, Dad and I tossed coins whether or not to go to church (practically the weirdest thing we settled in for).

• Heads: will go
• Tails: will not go

Heads! I woooooon. :> Sorry Dad.

I thought the mass would start at around 6.30pm and since it was 5.45 in the afternoon we thought we have all the time in the world to prepare, it was just about 5 minutes before the clock strikes 6 when Mum said the mass will start in a few minutes (5mins to be exact). Expectantly, we are all in shock and hurried to chase after the time, thank God we’ve already taken a bath early in the morning or we wouldn’t have gone anyway.

Arriving at the church, we were surprised by how few people were there, approx 5? We asked the parish office if there’ll be mass anytime soon and we were devastated by what he said; the mass starts at 6.30.

WE WERE 30 MINUTES AHEAD OF TIME.

Lesson learned.