Other than the unusual aerial activities of chemtrails this morning, the three of us attended the last of nine days of Simbang Gabi. Three “Fil-Am Vets” accompanied our choir with their rondallas. The initial tuning of their rondallas was made possible with the keyboard, an AI of precise audio technology. This morning’s priest appeared gay too but VERY haughty in his mass from singing louder than the choir through the mic to speaking English in a thick but fake Western accent. He was an annoying spook.
The reception went well as we ate the food of adobo rice, chocolate rice pudding, oranges, and scrambled eggs with sliced hot dogs and drank either hot coffee and/or tea. We helped place the folding chairs in rows for another event later on. I, unfortunately, was wearing high heels but managed to control the pain more recently during this summer.
We met one of the choir member, Carl, who is from “Cebu”. He has a son who performs well on guitar and accompanies the choir. The son looks like an “alien” with his wrap-around eyes. He is darker than his father who is quite handsome and lighter-skinned. I don’t get it with Pinoys – they either look like moi, a Chinoy, of all sorts, or monkeys.