One star, two stars...six stars!?

Subaru is an automobile company based in Japan. Subaru is also Japanese for the famous group of stars called the Pleiades, which is also known as the "Seven Sisters". So why, then, does Subaru (the car company) only have six stars in their brand logo?

The answer is at the very bottom of this post, however if you want to kill boredom by reading the product of a person's boredom then please read on.

By the way, I was an astronomy enthusiast years ago but I actually got started not with a book but with this guy and the game he's in:

His name is also Subaru (Geo in the Western adaptation)

Even before I went to school I always knew that there was something special about weekends. Maybe it was the fact that every time I woke up on a warm Saturday morning, all the adults in the house are still sleeping. I always had the TV for myself and no one would clap out of sincerity to a child whenever I sang along with the theme song of Tom and Jerry Kids. I loved those special kind of mornings during the weekend, when even for just a few hours I was the king of the remote. Of course all those are during Saturdays, Sunday mornings are also special but in a totally different way. 

If my memory serves me right (or I'm probably just making this up as I go) my mom would wake me up just in time for her to leave for work in the mornings of Monday to Friday, Saturday mornings are just as how I explained above, then we have Sunday mornings which tend to be the earliest mornings I have every week. I never really cared much of what was happening around me when I was a kid, just as long as I was with my mom, dad, aunt, grandma and/or other relatives I just go with the flow. It just so happens that the flow during Sunday mornings was going to mass, very early in the morning...and I mean very early almost to the point of being illegally early to children the same age as me.

Mom would wake me up around 5 or 6 in the morning. To her eyes maybe she was waking me up to a fine cool Sunday morning ready for a rockin' holy mass, but in my books it was like enjoying a moment in Kirby's dreamland before being dragged down the depths of fiery alarm clocks stripped off their ability to snooze.

But like I said, I was a kid and I cared for so little that I didn't even know that kids have the power to complain until I was old enough to give a damn, but what good was complaining anyway?

Those Sunday mornings I had when I was a child are like the Monday mornings I have now that I'm old enough to carry my own responsibilities (yes, those kinds of adult-ish responsibilities like ordering your own meal in a fast food chain).

Anyway it was probably harder to get out of bed than to get out of the house and go to the church back then. We'd ride a tricycle going to the town's main church, then we'd walk back home after the mass, most of the times mom would even buy me a pack of Yakult, or an Oishi Baked Fries snack. I always thought those were her rewards for me, but rewards for what exactly? For getting out of bed? No, probably not, there's actually something much more difficult than getting out of bed during Sunday mornings: Staying awake through the whole holy mass.

I remember asking my mom once, "Mommy, ba't ako inaantok?" (Mommy, why am I close to going back to dreamland after all those effort I put up just to get out of bed?), during the sermon of the priest. Her answer was, "Pakinggan mo si father" (Try listening to the priest), so I did. I listened to the sermon of the priest and I fell asleep three seconds later.

I'm not saying I was bored to sleep...no actually I am, but maybe because I never really cared about the interpretation of the gospel. Guess as a child I always took things too literally, besides I've received plenty of "Bibles for kids" by then I saw gospel reading as storytelling and not some actual serious ritual of some kind.

So what's my point, exactly? Hold on we're getting there.

PSY 1 (Psychology 1) was one of the first General Education courses I took as a college student. On one of the topics discussed about association, our instructor gave an explanation about how a person can come to dislike a something good. To be specific, her example was a person disliking a dish he previously enjoyed eating. Person A likes eating dish A, but then Person A got a fever and his taste buds got all messed up. So when a sickly Person A eats Dish A, the taste will be very different and he'll associate that taste to having a fever. Once Person A recovers from the fever, he'll think twice about eating Dish A because he now associate its taste as not something delicious but something that came out of the cold bellybutton of Voldemort.

I think it's the same way for me. I hate being woken up so early, and every time I was woken up I always knew the purpose was to go to mass. So now, even as an adult with responsibilities (ugh), I still feel like throwing a tantrum whenever my alarm wakes me up to the tune of John William's Star Wars theme song every five minutes passed ten o'clock.

It doesn't end there, though. When I entered the second half of elementary, mom suggested going to mass every Saturday evening otherwise known as the anticipated mass. So goodbye early Sunday mornings, and hello late holy Saturday afternoons, great! I felt like I can finally go through each mass without falling asleep...

I was wrong.

However, to save face, there were times when I actually listened to the sermon from start to end. I think the most talented priests are those who are not too serious when delivering the word of God. Those who can bring the message (or interpretation) by not forcing it, and instead by showing it and letting us take it for ourselves are the best kind of church guardians.

Anyway, I woke up around 12:15 today, just in time to be late for mass. The nearest church from where I'm staying at for the duration of the Mid Semester is a ten-minute walk away (5 if I'm in a real hurry). Following the same path I take every time I go out this morning, I was again greeted by the same Subaru vehicle parked by the side of the road. I can't remember what kind of Subaru the car was (I'm not even sure if calling it a "Subaru Car" the correct term) but it's the most notable car I keep seeing whenever I walk down the long winding road towards the world's eventual oblivion and skyrim (heh, get it?) aside from the Camry.

Confidence in Motion

I can't help but notice the six stars in its logo when Subaru (the Pleiades) is also known as the Seven Sisters. I got my answer from Wikipedia so you're free to debate whether the answer is factual or not, anyway...

The reason why there are only six stars in the brand logo of Subaru is because one of the Seven Sisters is traditionally known to be invisible, thus we get Six Stars.

Huh,

That is all.