I was supposed to head out to San Juan today to visit Keav and our friends Flexy & Karlo (the latter got sick with pneumonia and I wasn't able to go with them to the hospital) and just hang out. But unfortunately, some bank robbers decided to head over to the Madrigal side of Town Center and open fire and rob banks and do stupid things like that--so all my plans of leaving my house today were pretty shot.
While the cancellation of plans does bother me, what bothers me more is that people were hurt because of that robbery and people just doing their jobs or just shopping or hell, just sitting somewhere and reading (which I do a lot) were put in the line of fire because other people needed money. I'm not going to say that I don't understand being desperate for money or for a way to live--I do. The recession was tough on our family too. And I would like to feel a sort of sympathy toward the bank robbers in believing that they probably needed money for something important enough to put themselves in harm's way but also, I keep wondering if it is that hard to get a job or to find an alternative to bloodshed? It might be, given the events but I somehow cannot believe that. Maybe the only way I can see that it's harder is in that you'll have to work everyday, get up at a time not of your choosing and head home at a time not convenient for you but you have to go do it anyway. Maybe it'll be harder in that you'll have to go without the DVD home entertainment showcase and buy your baby milk instead, but it is the way to a living without reaching for a gun. At one of the talks Chinkee Tan held this past month, he said that (one of) the reasons why the Philippines isn't evolving is because the middle to upperclass invest in education and try to promote jobs but the lowerclass will invest only in entertainment--and they outnumber us by far. And I've seen this in the slums during feeding programs and outreach efforts; in paper houses, these brittle people have more DVDs and televisions with bigger screens than me, as if they have forgotten that they cannot eat silicon. I can sympathize with a security guard--someone not exactly well-off either, but trying to make ends meet--getting shot for a baby's milk but risking a life for a bunch of fake blu-ray discs, not quite. I want peace. Cliche, but yes. And contrary to popular belief, sometimes thinking is the way to that. Like my high school Geometry teacher, Sir Ian used to say--common sense doesn't seem all that common and that is the smallest, gravest tragedy of life. I can only hope this shit doesn't happen again.
Anyway--on a lighter note: Here's the outfit that I'm wearing in (instead of out, haha) today. This was one of my favorite outfits back during Christmas time because it was effortless and breezy. I wore it non-stop with varying tanktops and shirts until one day, on our way to this Oktoberfest event, a friend told me I looked like a painter/women studies major so yeah--that kinda turned me off from the whole baggy trousers thing for a while but recently, I've been very ah what the hell about these things and you know, I'm just going to wear whatever the hell I want. It's a huge waste of these awesome pants and this ribbon-print top too. :))
I hope this day turns out well for everyone!
Wearing: top | bazaar, pants | Terranova, shoes | Comfit for Payless Shoesource