Month: April 2016

Well, the weekend went weird. I’ve been spending too much time on my blog. I’ve added more tags to old blog posts.

On Saturday, i slightly freaked out when i saw Dad walking in front of the living room window. He was using a dustpan and broom to clean the front.

I opened the front door and inquired. Then mom wanted me to use the electric blowerout front and back. The areas were dusty due to the nearby VTA/BART construction.

When Dad saw me using the gardening equipment, he ran away to hide behind the side gate. I never did like that machine.

After fifteen minutes of outdoor dusting, i took my shower. Then mom wanted dad to hose down the front door and porch area.

But dad ran away and hid behind the side gate again. Mom you infuriated at his laziness and i ended up doing the hosing in five minutes.

Dad hosed down the garage and used the reed broomstick to swipe away excess water from of the cement porch, while i dried the door and window.

Mom ranted until past dinner. So to make her feel better, i vacuumed our shared bedroom and switch our bedside tables. I got the taller narrow, matching piece to the headboard. Mom got end table to an old living room set.

The move was necessary since she kept dropping her beside junk the night before. Plus, i found that table was too low for me.

Then mom wanted the unattached headboard to an old king sized mattress bed frame to stand straighter.

So i had her cut the existing blue foamy sponge and sea the cover and ties to attach to the headboard posts two on either end and one in the middle.

The results were nice. So that’s how i spend my weekends. I also had to rearrange Saturday’s living room furnishes, and redo those two Sunday evening.

As a result, i brought down my plastic roller drawer cart to store my junk inside the drawers and top display my Neat Receipt scanner on top.

I guess this Monday will be busy with house chores, since the next doctor appointment won’t be until Tuesday.

Mom’s health is improving.  Dad’s bad cold is getting better.  And my upper arm and overall strength due to weightlifting is improved,  too.

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Well,  Sunday masses –  early morning with my parents and mid-morning  without them – went well, except the crazy bitch served as Communion Minister.

She wore a gray dress outfit. She sat at the front, Saint Joseph section, second pew. Her renter, or supervisor, sat to get immediate right.

To her immediate left sat Claire. Her husband is Jessie and he sings in my main choir as baritone or tenor, by the way. Both used to live next door to us.

I noticed that crazy bitch was looking in my direction as I  stared her down with raised eyebrows. She liked down unaffected.

When mass was over, I saw she looked and smiled in my direction while she reached her extended right arm to the supervisor, as if wanting to exit near the cry room.

As I made my way out, i may have seen Mrs Esber but I want not sure as Kathy the soprano hugged her. I hugged Mark the flutist, though, but not his wife   He’s nice.

Then Connie intercepted me to join them in the hall while Lito, the baritone listened to how she brought eight cakes.  There were donuts.

I greeted and hugged Bert and then Fe. Both inquired of Mom, whom is not doing well dur to her bad heart.

As i stepped into the hall and barely passed the double doors, i see the crazy bitch lined up. The table was nearest the bathroom.

I left and looked over my shoulders to see little Madeleine getting a piece of paper of connect the dots. I hugged her before the twosome.

I saw Clem to my right, past the double doors leading to the choir box. He was still talking to members of the choir.

I was disgusted yet free. Up ahead at the rounded corner to the handicap ramp,  i saw Claire. She was talking to Gloria, the soprano. I then saw her second husband,  Carlos, the sacrosanct.

Both left as i focused the conversation with Claire and got loud about my neighbor. I told get everything and to be aware. Jessie came by and i shook his hand.

We left and then i came home to report my events and they agree that others in our local church need to know, so they could avoid trouble.

20160404-0052. Addendum thought : A group of Vietnamese and one tall white guy sang in the early morning mass. To our surprise, the didn’t follow the music board.

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Well, I finished my shower after using the electric blower out front at the porch area, inside the ally of the side street, and out back under the patio area. These two quickie activities are done at the behest of the swollen one, who cried out unto moi that she used to and now cannot accomplish these task that the dumb ass refused to do.

When she went out front to request of him to hose down the front door/iron grill and front porch, he ran towards the side ally way and hid behind the wooden gate! I had already finished using the electric blower at the side ally way and out backyard, because the dumb ass refused since we moved here in 1976.

And so yesterday evening, Ampy, the second wife of Dad’s second brother, Virgil, returned our call. She had a bad cold and both had returned from the Philippines this last Sunday. She revealed that her second husband is still screaming at her! But she said that when he asked him who he’s screaming at, he seemed to be screaming at no one else inside their home in Vallejo, CA.

When I heard that over the speakerphone, I recollected how Das Squirrel flipped out on Tuesday, two day prior to the parent’s 48th Wedding Anniversary on Thursday. So despite Dad being brought up to work hard under the regime of her paternal grandmother – Sariah and being fed with food from his blood, sweat, and tears in the sugar fields and piggery farm, in theory, the ‘bad luck’ of our paternal grandparents should not have passed on. But it did apparently.

Two days ago, Mom called Malouse and I told mom that woman sounded overly friendly and calm over the phone! Mom hoped that she won’t be borrowing money from us for unknown reasons. According to Ampy, Malouse borrowed $5,000 in advance from the proceeds of an old house NOT YET SOLD!

And Mom revealed to Ampy the publicized pay of James, the husband of Malouse to Ampy and there was silence. So we will reveal stupid minor details to expose those fools, who allowed other fools to do whatever they want – as per Das Squirrel who takes the ‘defender’ side of both good and evil; whereas Mom and I and our maternal side take the ‘prosecutor’ side of the gambit.

Overall, I’ve been reading online articles on how there is freewill and that no one can be forced to do anything against their freewill. If that is the case, then I’m sure the guilty parties won’t mind if they are exposed for their poor choices in life, such as worshipping Baal over YHVH.

Somehow, I believe the U.S. Constitution on the freedom of religion should be reinterpreted as the freedom of philosophy! Everyone has an ego and each ego has opinions and groups are formed under the evil guise of religion, when in fact it’s just a bunch of humanz with different ideas.

Therefore, as per my continual demands, err, request, religion must go away. I don’t know if y’all wanna scare the humanz with a fake ALIEN invasion to reset their egos and wishful thinkings. Thank you.

Old thoughts regarding humanz and their phone calls.

Auntie Norma called the other day. When Dad returned her phone call over the Easter weekend, she mentioned how two of her brother-in-laws are suffering from cancer. One is suffering from prostate cancer; while the other one is suffering from a cancer below the knee. They are both undergoing chemo-therapy. Upon mentioning the two, she let out an uneducated chuckle. I barely heard that while sitting in the living room blogging. I normally do NOT always connect the dots very well. But when Mom overheard the conversation through the speakerphone, she was shocked and realized that the old woman is still nasty and mean. Dad’s eldest sister has no heart. And Mom said that the in-laws are the ones getting sick and dying while the spouses are healthy. I believe this is a curse – a familial generational spirit that has haunted my paternal side due to their shenanigans. It’s bad juju. And bad things happen to those who cross our paths, I guess. Sorry

Celia C called a few months ago. 01/05 1749, 01/26 1037 02/01 1019, 02/10 1121, 02/12 1911, 03/18 1543, 03/23 1543. I cannot recall but that call may have been placed in February. According to Celia, the crazy bitch living next door to us appears to have calmed down, by not demonstrating overly happy smile and loud noises at our local church. We were happy to learn that she seemed to have quieted down a bit until the crazy bitch had an episode around Easter weekend. Mom and I believe that something happened at our local church and that grave sinner was NOT allowed to serve as Eucharistic Minister during these crowded masses. Remember, she stalks any female she has implanted in her mind as having an affair with her husband – either Billy or Juan, I don’t know which one.

Dad and I returned home around noontime after fetching five bottles of five gallons of water from Williams Water II. The tall, young Asian helper assisted us pulling the cart of empty bottles, filling, and loading into our trunk. I would normally take a capful of water for the small bamboo plant sitting somewhat in the middle of the mirrored area. The old man was stationed at the cash register. Normally, it’s the young Asian mother with her small boy. For whatever reason, she would give Dad a difficult time. Once she refused for Dad to use the toilet. But someone else said it’s okay. The second time was when she wanted to charge Dad $0.30 per gallon effective the first of this year. But thank goodness the old man was present to charge Dad only $0.25 per gallon of water,

Earlier, Dad had already loaded his empty bottles into the Mazda Protege, which is parked inside the left side of the garage. So when I was backing out my car from our left driveway to the right side, I noticed that the crazy bitch living next door to us had chopped down her avocado tree! No wonder there was a buzzing sound from the chain saw late yesterday evening. This is for Friday morning’s illegal dumping along the streets of San Jose, CA. And y’all can see a slightly raised brownish stump from the center of a cemented area and in between two stunted rose trees, which she would severely prune with her weaponry – a couple of pruning sheers.

So whenever she has her mental order episodes, she would pretend to use the pruning sheers on these dying plants. My concern is that she would act our violently and use her pruning sheers as a weapon against us, our person, and property.

I was thinking that she isn’t getting a clear view of my whereabouts and needed to clear that craziness by symbolically taking down a harmless fruit tree, which was severely pruned nearest the garage. It looked like a bonsai tree with the branches swept windward towards the streetlight.

I was also thinking that she can go to hell, as with her family and anyone else taking her side of the gambit. I’m hoping she can move outta my neighborhood. We’ve already alerted our local parish for two years since she was told there was nothing wrong with serving as Eucharistic Minister. So I await justice from the Lawd Gawd, if any.