I’ve lost my notes because I had to do a “hard/factory reset” of my smart/cellphone. What I did earlier was go through applications and “clear data” and/or “clear cache” because I wanted to save memory or at least speed up my loading time of each app on my smart/cellphone. It’s a good thing Google syncs with my account and I don’t mind because while I’m still alive, at least some stupid but small sample of my existence would have been “saved” online in an alternate dimensional world of computers/electronics. Therefore, I will rant on and on about the boring events in my boring life from my boring memory as best as I could remember.
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In the morning, we attended morning mass. From 08:30 AM to 09:30AM, Mr. Binh would stop his flap jacks from talking crank about Filipinos — actors fighting in public inside the international airport, three male relatives sealing up a female inside a cylindrical drum filled with concrete, a relative killing an in-law who was related to the former now late president. In summary, the old fart is a show off. He claims to be humble by not spending and taking used items from parishioners, such as Claire who gave/donated her old MB to his son and how his son-in-law is a manager in NASA and how he was nice to tell his daughter to buy a car, which he would pay. Minh couldn’t speak freely because the old fart is TOO controlling. I cannot listen to this braggart any longer. He is also psycho.
Then we went to Paw’s eyeball doctor, who said his right eye has busted veins. Since late March of this year, Paw’s inner right eyeball looks red enough to look like a freaking vampire! He no longer looks “human” but an old man with sagging facial skin. I waited inside their MB, which was parked underneath the shade of a tree. The wind was blowing fresh and cool while I “blogged” via my smart/cellphone.
The rest of the day was normal because I forgot what happened. I will modify this blog entry if I remember something significant or small, too.
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