Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:
Per deleted comment on 20111212 at 20:58:26 PM PST. What is your problem Flynn? Aren’t you honored that insane people come to you and your family to vent their frustrations with their sorry live? If you don’t want to bear the karma of others, just let the Lord take away your sins, too! You don’t need to be a Filipino who is predujice with other Filipinos!
Can’t you get you get along “normally” with people? What did your mother tell you? Don’t let it bother you! If she has learned to overcome the parasites in her lives, you too can learn to relax and don’t take things personally! Sheesh!
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Per deleted comment on 20111211 at 13:24:49 PM PST. It so happens that Visayans are fighters who are bossy pests and envious show-offs. Here are three fine examples of known Visayans who “win their fights” by getting other people involved: the Chingster wanted Paw to beat up her husbands second wife; LoLita (the divorced nutter living next door to us) wanted Maw to tell the Mexican neighbors living behind her to clean their still filthy backyard; and “Binh” complained two days ago about how he wasn’t recognized as the pioneer of the Sacristas in our local parish. If he REALLY wanted it, he should have fought for the correction prior to publication of the “souvenir book” instead of whining like a “girly man” to us. I don’t know what’s he trying to prove. Go away, losers! And stop bothering us more humble people.
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Per deleted comment on 20111210 at 15:18:06 PM PST:
12/09/2011 23:11pm. At 11:11pm, I yawned while trolling online. It was a boring night.
12/09/2011 19:01pm. At around 6:59pm, Yeyo came out of her nest box. We quickly opened the nest box and saw the egg shell still stuck on the back of the first parakeet of five eggs. (Later at 7:10am, Yeyo came out of her next box again. The baby was making loud chirping sounds, probably from hunger.)
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12/09/2011 at 08:12pm:
Five minutes before the mass, I dropped off the two elderly ones. All of a sudden Josie, the emotionally insane Mexicana, started to scream through the back right window where Maw was trying to emerge: “I was trying to cross the street.” I could hear Maw say sorry. I screamed back: “I’m sorry, bitch!” And I flicked her off. Of course, I should have yielded to the insane one but choose to let her wait since she failed to give us drivers DIRECT eye contact that she REALLY wanted to cross.
As soon as I parked the MB E430, I saw Fred barely limping from where he parked behind me to the lobby. He mysteriously paused in the middle of the lobby, looked in my directly with a blank face and nodded a greeting in return to my greeting. I grabbed the leftmost door, swung it wide open (carefully) and scooted fast past another slow Asian woman in the hopes to make distance from the freak. Earlier this morning, he was seen driving northbound from Capitol Ave. And we assume that he came from his “girlfriend’s apartment because he usually comes out of his house from our route to go to mass.
When I got to the fifth pew from the back left section of the church, it took a long time for the two old farts to “unkneel”, sit down and put up the pew. I started to whisper to Maw that Josie is crazy for making another loud scene in front of the church and prior to mass and how she screams at the ushers, too. Maw later told me that she was joking and that it doesn’t bother me. I told Maw in a somewhat louder but whispered tone that if Josie was in her right mind (which she isn’t, of course) she wouldn’t trip off so easily in public.
Reminder: There are psychos on both sides of the fence. Those who pray too much, like Gloria, that Chinese who grew up in Philippines, are insane. Sorry, these people will never be healed.
12/09/2011 14:07pm. I had to take this note later to avoid being rude during the conversation about how the Social Security benefits went up while the Medicare cost went up just about the same — a wash if COLA (or “cost of living allowance“, if you will). While “Binh” used his right hand to prevent/control “Minh” from sharing too much information: Minh made three points clear without adding drama, which “Binh” has done throughout. But I forgot. Anyway, the numbers are 1436, 1116 and 135 net of what is “shared” for those who put into the system. It’s just a “free” sandwich of four dollars for most.
12/09/2011 13:53pm. I had to take this note later to avoid being rude during the conversation as “Binh” ranted with the wild look in his face and anger in his eyes as he told stories about the nasty Carlos and the stupid Dick: “You can’t teach a donkey to dance” (twice). Sean almost broke the microphone by jamming it incorrectly. “Binh” had to have the system turned off while he yanked the piece out and taught Sean how to hook up the equipment properly on the main altar. But because Carlos is nasty, Sean didn’t know and now goes to “Binh” for help.
In another example, Carlos was being nasty by fingering a college graduate (with a master degree) like a dog with his index finger and ushering her in haste to service. The mother was right in front of the incident and was disgusted. Father “Mike” needs to know how disruptive Carlos can be. His photo is next to ours towards the back of the advertisement page of the “souvenir book”.
In an unrelated story, “Binh” was told by a priest, who probably fell asleep behind his car and crashed it going uphill to his home. The wheel(s) was/were badly damaged and the repair would cost around two to three thousand dollars of which “Binh” used his conscious to go get a quarter of the cost from his credit union as donation. “Binh” didn’t mean to brag. But Maw followed up on how I didn’t the same, only monthly for about a while. The dudes know what I mean. I didn’t mention Omar to “Binh”, who might have overhead my mumblings. Hehehe!
12/09/2011 13:28pm. At 07:26am, I heard the aggressive dragging of the hapless garbage and recyling bins into the backyard. I had just opened the blinds to my bedroom window while trying to get dressed quickly for this morning’s mass. I didn’t hear her slam the poor wooden gate.
12/09/2011 13:25pm. When we got back from the visit up to 13:15pm, we saw the maroon-colored, Dodge caravan parked over the public sidewalk, leading up to the divorced nutter’s house next door to us. (Sidenote: The illegal ALIEN has been using LoLinda’s white, Honda CR-V. So if the SJPD sees a light, brown-haired guy with thick “rocker” shades, that’s the divorced nutters second husband. She was standing in front of her unopened garage door and looking into our direction again. I had to immediately close the garage door to Paw’s stubborn protest. We were able to unload the three plastic bags of persimmon fruits and a bag of small Fuji apples.
12/09/2011 12:07pm. The three of visited the house of a couple of parishioners. “Binh” showed us a letter dated November 4, 1997. It was from the Adminstrator, Jean Dargis. “Binh’s” letter is proof that he served first and hired Carlos six months later. So the “souvenir book” must be corrected to make amends. Bahahaha!
12/09/2011 09.24.33am. MB E430’s dashboard 41,233 (odometer) and 204.4 (speedometer).
12/09/2011 09:22am. Auntie Norma and the Auntie Chingster-in-law think alike. In their minds, they don’t want to be losers. In order for them NOT to feel like losers, they would play along as if nothing happened. All my paternal relatives have that SAME attitude. That’s why the divorced Chingster continues to attend the parties of her insane in-laws, just to spite them, by sitting where everyone can be annoyed.
12/09/2011 09:15am. Maw talked about how some people want to do something with their goal is being on top right away without a solid foundation of working hard. Paw talked about how Lola Sariah taught him how to iron clothes and do laundry. So that when he was in the US Navy, he knew how to make his clothes ready.
12/09/2011 09:13am. Lola Sariah put for of the oldest of her grandchildren to grade school: Norma, Hilyo, Ver and Rudy. She paid farmers who worked in the sugar cane fields and earned some money from fresh vegetables, which Paw described as being like “string beans“.
12/09/2011 09:05am. Maw talked further about how her father made a round basket made out of bamboo (or “new-lah-goo” in her hometown) with a handle. Her mother used the basket for selling food in town.
12/09/2011 09:02am. Maw talked to Paw after breakfast about how her father builded two houses in Manila. When he got back from the city and to his hometown in Kalayaan, he brought home some “kastanyas” (or chestnuts), apples and grapes. But because the kids weren’t used to eatingh fruits, they were not excited and just stared at the abundance. The neighbors thought Maw’s family was wealthy because no one could afford to buy those types of foods, so long ago…
12/09/2011 08:57am. We ate at McDs for breakfast and had a McMuffin with Eggs and Sausage and one McSkillet burritos. We saw Charlotte the homeless, psycho woman talking with someone who appears to be her sister because of the nose and blond hair. The sister asked if she got her Social Security and if she needed some cash money.
The normal sister is well dressed and accessorizes with matching camel colored clothes and muted color tones for a bag of patchwork. She left as I looked in her direction. The psycho woman was eating the breakfast that her “sister” brought/bought to her. We noticed that the psycho had matching pink shoes and socks and a pink bag, too.
12/09/2011 08:44am. There used to be old stores off Capitol Ave. First there was the Emporium Capwell (of white letters and beige paint), then Montgomery Ward and then the current Targets store.
Per deleted comment on 20111209 at 15:58:11 PM PST: 12/09/2011 07:29am. Addendum. During the packed church of worshippers for Immaculate Conception, three spooks crowded us in front and in back. I whacked the red hooded Vietnamese/Thailand woman with orangutan hair color because she sat down too fast and almost his my face as I was trying to sit down. I kicked the folded pew kneeler because another Asian woman in orangutan hair color was smoothing down her long her and trying to wrap it in a rubber band in front of Maw, who was seated. Maw tried to calm me down and I whispered to the spook: “You’re rude. Thank you.”
Per deleted comment on 20111209 at 16:02:42 PM PST: 12/092011 08:10am. After we crossed our foreheads, mouths and hearts, we sitting down to hear the sermon of Father “Lim”. I took notes about how I wanted to reset my brain, clean my bad mouth and clear my dark heart during the “Glory be to God” prior to the reading of today’s gospel. I’ll keep those thoughts in mind for future “rituals” prior to the gospels.
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