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Random Thoughts on a Lonely Sunday Night

Last Thursday (27 Jan.), my brother Kevin celebrated his 13th birthday. Since it was a school day, we didn't get the chance to eat out and celebrate. Initial plan was that we were gonna have dinner as a family today, Sunday, after attending Church service in Angeles. Ha, and what do you know? Our Theo recollection got in the way (of all Sundays, shempre diba!), and so here I am, typing away in my computer, all alone here in our house in Manila. Bear with me as I bombard you with random thoughts that crossed my mind over the past few days.
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TH121 RECOLLECTION
Since the Theo recollection thing ruined my supposedly fun family day today, let's start with that event.
I personally and honestly don't like doing recollections. Even if I did go to a Catholic elementary (Sta. Catalina College, Legarda, Manila) and high school (Holy Angel University, Angeles, Pampanga), I never got fond of that big group sharin', candle-lightin', art-makin', symbol-drawin' activity. I think it's all ritual and nothing more. Although you sometimes get to know the other sharers better (and hear their secrets, hehe) because of what they share with you (duh!) , there's nothing very useful about recollections.
Today's recollection was your usual yearly kind. First, the teacher leads the prayer... Wait, meron pala siyang ginawa before that. Teacher laid a rainbow colored mat (cute, btw) in the middle of the room and placed a candle in its center. Talk about rituals. Anyway, after that we got to the regular prayer, where the teacher starts and then the one next to her says his prayer.
When everybody was done with asking for his alms (coz the teacher said we beg for a grace from God), she played some sort of choir music. Why does it have to be always so choir-ish? Does that give the recollection a holier, more solemn atmosphere? Do you feel closer to God if several people are singing in harmony? That's so... So conditional. I mean, if you want to meet with God, you can do so anywhere, anytime, whether there's music or not, be it poppish or instrumental or whatever, right? Kung bang nasa CR ka at gusto mong kausapin ang Diyos, hindi ka ba Niya papayagan? Kung bang habang tumutugtog ang Hari ng Sablay sa favorite radio station mo, eh, mahirap nang makipag-communicate kay God? Of course, with that last one, a silent environment would have been more effective and less distracting. Point is, recollections are so stereotyped, so rituallistic (if there's such a term), hanggang nagiging corny and impersonal na siya.
Anyhow, I wouldn't want to bore you with the other details about what happened a while ago.
Teka, I learned some new things pala today sa recollection: PSR = Personal Silent Reflection and GSR = Group Silent, este, Sharing Reflection. Hehe.
Unfortunately, we have to submit a reflection paper on what we "experienced" today. Ano naman kaya ang sasabihin ko?! Lagot.
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ON YAYAS AND UNIFORMS
My sister Ken and I had dinner at KFC yesterday. As I was munching on my one-piece regular chicken, I saw a girl (okay, so she's older than that, more like a woman) fall in line. She was wearing a blue yaya/nanny dress, complete with the white lining in the hem and sleeves, the button down style and the lady bib-like collar. Seriously, why do rich people require their yayas to wear uniform? The money issue is probably not a big deal to these elite class, but really, what are those stupid uniforms for?!
I posted this question to my sister and she said something like, "Para kapag kasama nila yung amo and his family, malalaman na siya yung katulong."
That really struck me because it was exactly the answer to why yayas wear what they're told to wear. It's all about status. It's all about publicly announcing who is superior and who's the inferior. It's all about declaring the fact that the rich can always buy a thousand uniforms to clothe their servants and label them as such.
We may not have an evident caste system here in the Philippines, but look around you and you'll see all kinds, all forms, all types of discrimination. Come on, if you know who you just hired as yaya, it's not necessary that you give her the "proper" clothes. You'll still recognize the face, won't you? Or if not, give her something less degrading, something less of a label. Give her an ID, for crying out loud!
The sad truth is that there will always be people who'll take advantage of the not-so-rich to poor classes. There will always be senyoras and senoritos who will clothe their yayas with such discriminating blue uniforms.
I'll keep in mind not be one when I become filthy rich in the future.
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PARK 9 CATS
I don't know why, but there are so many cats around here. Every time I come home from school, a cat would be "hanging out" in our garage. Sometimes at night, when my dad's car is parked, I would find a couple of cats lying on top of it, relaxed and at ease. At one instance I found a mommy cat breastfeeding her kids in the corner of our garage (cute!). Basta, tambayan ata ng mga pusa ang lugar namin.
Pero three particular cats shocked me.
On our way home after having dinner at KFC (which was yesterday), we passed by the shortcut (instead of going around the block we just pass through this building and we're home) and was met by such interesting sight! Three cats are lying on top of a Honda car doing you-know-what! Oh my goodness, for a second I thought I was just imagining things; when I took another glance... It was undoubtedly a threesome.
Tama na. Hindi ko na ito ma-take. Bata pa 'ko.
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DREAM CARS
If you give me one of these, I'll kiss you 50 times: a white Mini-Cooper, a mahogany/maroon Honda Verita (granny car), or a navy blue Honda Jazz.
I want a car!!! Gimme, gimme, gimme!
La lang.
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MI LOLA'S COMIN' HOME!
My mom told me that Lola Sol (her mom) is coming home from the States! I've never really been that close to her because she has been in Las Vegas for the longest time now... I only have a faint memory of what she looks like. (Well, yeah, she sends us some pics once in a while... Special mention yung belly-dancing pic niya in full costume! So cute!)
Anyway, I can't wait for Feb! Of course, I'd be a hypocrite to deny that I'm excited for the pasalubong as well. Hehe.
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Okay, you guys, gotta go. I still have an 8:30 class tomorrow (Theo, argh).
Til the next!
30 January 2005 at 11:58 PM
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