201230-0715-Quasiaside
dream of clem, went in white house, then saw junior go into stilt house, then walked among students to train, tried calling junior from phone strapped to my waistline, then got cut off, tried calling again, he got angry why I hung up but I cried and told him why I never called him and hung up and while walking through seaport of san francisco-like city to get home by foot. seaport to my right and cemetery straight ahead but hot scared and ran back and then to the left, across center divide of nice apartment town and up through downtown area. after I walked through black neighborhood to left saw black mom and child at their front door, after I double-backed on first road leading to”right”and then left into this neighbor hood. earlier some people went through this “foot age”road.
20131230-1121-Quasiaside
yesterday during mid-morning choir, NiNi said that she got tired of going out (with friends) and going home (to call them). I told her that I get tired of going out to eat because it’s the same. both yoli and I same in with our robes on. I came first and clem said we didn’t need robes. then chuck handed me a wrapped foil containing eight pieces of his persimmon cookies. then ching said to sit next to her. but yoli and she said to scoot over to NiNi, who said that she buried her brother-in-law last week and it’s depressing because of the shake-up with lots of people dying from cancer. off which I said I thought that must due from common diseases such as diabetes, high blood pressure
20131230-1116-Quasiaside
prior to midnight mass for x-mass, the came lady said aloud that JAD have the core members the music material one month prior to the schedule. This was within earshot of the conductor’s mother, ego asked me if I had copies, which I was taking photos of with my smartphone. I told her that I no longer receive her son’s emails. she asked why and i told her that I don’t know why and offered maybe the email typo is wrong. we messed up “o magnum mysterium” badly with sopranos only singing and later the alleluia together. the daughter and her new husband came. she said “i was singing alto”. she looked at me and I said hi. but the mom sat bad down and started straight ahead in deep thought. I sat down next to her and rubbed her right knee, knowing that her daughter is mean to her. hardly anyone served as communion minister with zen the choir member serving the host. I kept cogging because my tight collar cocked me after receiving communion and the hot/dry indoor air.
20131215-1115-Quasiaside
during saturday evening mass, anton and edsel talked in their filipino language. julie, our distant relative, asked if I wanted to join “walk for life”. I asked if it was part of the church and I looked into three bulletin of which she said it wasn’t there yet. the mom came and sat down to my right and said “back to normal”. I said, “ito”, meaning I’m here, (too).
20131230-1122-Quasiaside
there was no choir rehearsal on 12/26 because no cars were parked. then yesterday after mass, our next practice is on 1/9/2014.
20131230-1127-Quasiaside
prior to this morning’s mass, ate eme walked in front of us, oblivious to our presence and probably because my hair is down and hiding my face. maw pretended not to see her leave early after receiving communion. maw noticed that she is disturbed with her withdrawn/expressionless face. Mathilda too has problems. Both are Visayans, like maternal side of my dad. we noticed too that auntie edith is disturbed because auntie-in-law bella reported to us that edith would follow ogie around, just like our next door neighbor, lolinda, who is also Visayan and stalks me via her maroon dodge caravan and by looking into the front of our house.
20131230-1131-Quasiaside
so I was “mentally” asking my favorite “friend” why our next door neighbor is troubled. based on his blog, the youtube videos indicate health issues surrounding the effects if radiation from Fukishima on “pearl corn”, the Pacific Ocean/maine life, from smart meters and thyroid blockers,
20131230-1135-Quasiaside
after x-mass day mass, da squirrel greeted me by grabbing the scruff of my neck as if I was a cat. the girl looked to say a greeting half-heartedly with a wave of her right hand. earlier en route from “choir box” (or cat box per his text message), saw das squirrel yapping to the half-awoken twit as we choir members passed en route to get our host. has signed condolence card for kathy, hugged clem long time, and at parking lot the boy: i love u sis. phooey while twit was stuffed into car waiting.
20131230-1206-Quasiaside
took there smartphone photos of graffiti on side property facing street
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