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Health. My left toe has referred sciatic nerve pain from the two herniated discs! My left fingers are getting numb from an old snowboard injury around 1998. My sadness won’t go away as I mourn the loss of my faith.
After chasing the ping pong ball and doing deeper than deep knee bends to retrieve the suckers during the luncheon tournament at my temp job from hell, my right knee felt unhinged and weak the following day. My fingers are getting slower.
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The crazy next door neighbor attended my morning mass this Sunday. My parents reported that Loca Lolita won’t stop talking during the mass. Miss Poi B was sitting nearby and wanted to talk to the guy so he won’t give my stalker his phone number.
After we arrived home from morning mass, used the toilet and backed out the Mazda, the crazy bitch came out of the opened garage, and checked her mailbox on a SUNDAY for invisible males, or mails, while she talked to invisible voices on her cellphone. I screamed from the driver’s back seat, through the opened window, “At least I’m not crazy like you, you monkey face!”
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I bring bad juju / tidings wherever I go and with whomever I interact, especially those who dare cross my path and trigger my anger and hatred, such as hugging the flutist A’s have fake hugging his wife, and completely forgetting to hug the valedictorian girl. Duh!
So my sadness contributes to the my sadness of others. That’s my real assignment, too. To shake things up in my existence while observing the resistance and response.
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During Saturday morning mass at OLP, I sang loud and strong. I don’t eat humble pie for I wish to praise the Lawd Gawd with forte. There’s no need to hide natural talent.
During the passing out, not fainting spells, of the circular bread, a middle-aged, dark-skinned Filipino man was singing loud and strong along with me. But he was still kneeling down, third row, front right section pew.
Mom said I sang like a processional. I wouldn’t mind getting a music degree.But I’d hate thesis and theories. I’m not good in class and get impatient sitting for long hours, listening to lectures with my bad hearing and poor understanding.
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After mass and screaming at the neighbor, we let Dad drive to a medical office as a dry run so instead of me taking time off, he’ll attempt to drive Mom to that new location. I myself got lost yesterday, while navigating with free stupid Google map! How much more him?
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Chores of washing, drying, and ironing clothes/dishes; preparation of cooking ingredients, and other crap was done.
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We watched the Capitol Building Memorial Day performance on KQED this night. The soldiers do believe in their jobs and country. I couldn’t watch the uncensored part of their injuries, though in the past, I could stomach demonstrations of surgery on television. I was busy blogging.
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