Month: July 2013

To the Boss: Please read on for more thoughts that may be of use to you.

First, dude! Per our brutal audience, please, please, please – do gracefully raise/lower at least one arm to the audience, who really don’t participate in responding/singing.

Second, dude! Please sing the responsorial/acclamation like the old white lady from this mid-morning and like little Yas from this afternoon. Both you and I are adrenalized and presentation is best when R&A is SLOWED down!

Third, dude! Anyway, I still love your Mom. She’s huggable after she switched seats with Yoli and sat nearest moi. One day, I could pull her white hair – five white/gray hairs for one penny. I don’t mind because I do the same with my own Maw. Such primate activities bind family units. “Mom” truly feels like a “Sister” (or Ate).

Fourth, dude! You’re so fine! Thanks for receiving the Host at my right side, which would have made you my man-bride and I your groom-woman. Seriously, we could make a fine couple of musical misfits. But you’re taken. Has sadness, now. Evil Kitty will lick her prideful wounds in a corner.

I thought you were following beautiful Ms. Yoli, whom I/we thought was Chinese. Boy, her grip/body is marital arts/Sensei solid/thick. Twice, I thought she’d break my bones from a simple nudge with her arm/body.

Anyway, I got a main piece of the Eucharist, a vertical, shaped trapezoid. I was being a brat and held up the piece high as if towards the blessed Light in thanks/gratitude.

Fifth, dude! So, were you aware that I’ve been accompanying the CoC for the third time? I like them because as a noob, I don’t care to know their troubles/problems/dramas. I’m there to support Kuya Ed: He’s a good lead. Out of the corner of my eye and while setting up the keyboard after your gig, I saw you glance into my direction. Huh. Got you thinking, eh? Oh well, enjoy the rest of your thoughts. You have your own life, I guess.

We’re home and eating lunch after attending two masses at 10:45 pm (main choir) and 12:15 pm (CoC and moi, your fellow keyboard accompanist). I violated my Nutrisystem diet with LASAGNA! I feel fat like Garfield the fat/tabby/orange cat in the comic strips.

The microphone was pointed to the keyboard. Unfortunately, the LOUD sound drowned out the singers, who weren’t in too much unison. I won’t do that again. My bad! But it’s good because if the singers mess up at least my mess up will be more obvious.

After the “recessional hymn”, I could hear the audience applaud loudly and a skinny/crazy, old/Filipino woman wearing the same outfit screamed: “Bravo! Viva Filipino!” I took a bow, of course, thanks to my big auspicious forehead of good luck per Asians, like moi.

Wise cracker: “You were perfect!” Thanks, Maw. Paw was proud, too. But my feet hurt from the painful sandal strap directly over my right foot bunion/bone! I’d rather walk barefoot and wear togas!

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Wise cracker: “These Filipinos are messed up. I prefer a white pastor. The choir conductor should be white!”

Based on our keen observation/”spider senses” and although we are Filipinos, we prefer the new Parochial Vicar (a Vietnamese) over our current Pastor (a Filipino). After last Sunday/mid-morning mass, the PV went around the pews and shook our hands.

I expressed late afternoon how I get along better with Vietnamese, who are among my outer fringe acquaintances only, compared to us Filipinos and our ingrained suspicious nature during the Spanish regime in the Philippines.

As a matter of fact, a Vietnamese co-worker long ago expressed how she prefers doing business with white people. Her health care professionals are white folks. I prefer doing business with Asians and don’t know any Filipinos.

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To the Boss:

Yesterday during evening mass, many people were pissed/shocked, mostly especially distraught Paw and as seen on Kuya Ed’s face, that the singer’s mother (who messed up the chords AND singers AND daughter with her stupid improvisation) played the R&A instead of moi.

It was embarrassing to moi but honestly/personally, I did NOT notice/care or feel any god-damn thing, since we’re all volunteers and because I’m an open-minded clueless noob.

I left the decision up to your Mom via email after learning from you (if the organist could benefit from the/my music pieces) that I too should NOT care and obviously could NOT impose whatever I wanted because I’m NOT the boss/lead of the group. Get it?

At this point and since you two are still on my naughty list, I’m going to suggest that you two stop messing up my local parish or just leave us entirely. And this is coming from Filipinos like moi. Seriously, there are unhappy Filipinos/Asians on board. If the “white folks” can quit, so can I. But because of Kuyas Bob, Ed, and Carl, and the organist, I’m NOT only for them but for the Lawd/parishioners. You two are mysterious infiltrators, like the droopy-eyed one that you Mom didn’t invite to her house via email.

Further but off-topic: Quit going after the priests, especially your Mom. You won’t get anymore blessings from these humanized voice-pieces, ordained or not, of the Lawd directly. In my/our books, yea y’all are comfortable seeking salvation in the house of the Lawd but playing politics constantly will only damn y’all to hell.

Bottom-line: You missed the point. Connect with God/Allah/pals on a personal level (behind closed door and without letting other groups know what us in your mind and heart). Only God/Allah/pals knows and will set your destiny a such without intermediaries…

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Wise cracker said earlier this evening after mass: “I hope she doesn’t ostracize you.”

As I’ve mentioned in my old blogs, I don’t fit in any one group too long. I’m like a flying object flittering among the delectable morals called “experience”.

Yesterday morning, a hummingbird was flying among the pink flowers of the hibiscus plant. It paused at a couple of unopened ones, which obviously didn’t have nectar.

Winnie-Tot the light-green parakeet was scared/tight as she looked past the sliding back door…

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To the Boss: Dude! Is you Mom okay? She seemed “calmer” this evening, like something “missing” or like something was on her mind as she sat motionless. Maybe she’s just tired from the Oregon trip. I can’t figure her out yet and am concerned that she wants to say something to me. Can you check up in her or something?

There’s nothing to fear because I’m a clueless noob and my response to your curiosity/queries won’t be normal anyway because I’m freaking weird! Go ahead offend me with your weirdness because I’ve not had a chance to social well with Filipinos. Plus, I’m not a good judge on characters. Y’all look like harmless/ordinary chumps to me.

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Someone volunteered to drive the priests and his companions free of everything. That’s nice. Blessings unto them. But one’s back gets scratched in return, somewhere, someday. Nice gestures do come at some price as is the design of this hellish planet. Again, no such blessings for freeloaders. Always some sort of weight/burden that needs to be worked-off/reciprocated. Fear not. Keep the faith. Be true to yourselves. In other words, don’t let thing bother you too much. Get real and quit expecting salvation by doing MORE than what y’all can handle. Connect with god only without intermediaries, be honest in all things, and pray sincerely for guidance. This is only a test.

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Wise cracker: “I am sensing bad vibes from those two. I give credit to the Lawd. He is the only one to fear. A lucky parish is possible with dedicated parishioners who attend mass daily.”

“Chunkie”: “Because a bishop slept in our house, there is more blessing.”

Wise cracker: “It’s only in their heads. We received the HOST from Bishop McGrath this last Monday. The blessing is for everyone – no more, no less.”

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Dear invisible god,

These apostles have offended me because I’m too clueless how to let them down easy. More so if I offended you, please forgive me.

When you are ready for me to undertake whatever mission, let me know because I have no idea WTF what you want from me.

I’ll keep calling on y’all for guidance. And if I still don’t hear your voice, harden not your heart. Amen.

Sincerely,
Evil Kitty

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After this evening mass, went to SeaFood City for grilled tilapia fish. But while twosome shopped, I looked for shiny headbands 3 for $10 to pull back my full bangs.

Got me wide/black wrist band, meant for evening wear but will use it as accessory for thugs.

Was thinking of getting body piercing for scarier effect among Christians. You know to keep them from bugging me too much.

Saw “Mom” go back behind altar while we exited towers vestibule. Too much religion not good. Wondering if she’ll treat me different now that her “fake/pseudo/pretend daughter/pal/buddy” bumped off two of her “thoughts” via email.

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To the Boss: Malamboot ang inang moo! Na balita sha at hug nya. Pero ang muka sha aye “disgusted” kasee ako hindi na join dis “Legion”. Nerversio ako mga piano parin. Salamat sa Kuya Ed at si Kuya Carl. Mabait-bait ang dalawah yoong. Maas ma confortable walang tabi sa Mama moo baka nga saktan ang peelins nya.

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