No, my Catholic hang-ups aren't completely buried, but I just see no point in all the hysterical commemoration going on each year in all parts of the Philippines when the dire seven days come. I prefer a quiet, personal commemoration with quiet, personal prayers.
Westerners have a much more sober way of dealing with their religion.
And so on one such week, which traditionally I spend quietly at home, with no rock music playing over the radio and absolutely nothing on television, the net offered a convenient escape from the eardrum-splitting wails of the nanays in the sintonado way of the pabasa .