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Well, Mom is talking to Ampy early this morning. Yesterday was slow and Mom talked to three humanz, Nati, who is in the convalescent hospital due to intestinal damage from a reaction of medicine per her husband, and Fe her younger sister and Manang Candy, who lives in the adjacent corner house of our block and down eastward on MY drive and who is just waiting to die. She is in her eighties and survived two husbands. She called four times due to bad phone connectivity. She had to disconnect at 0911 due to the husband had come home from going out to do his Vitamin S, which is smoking cigarettes, of which I’m assuming he has discontinued due to bad emphysema.
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Anyway, let’s back up a bit here. Around last Monday or so, Das Squirrel visited us early after work around 1615. I was doing Mom’s pedicure and inquired of him several times why he was early off work. He refused to disclose why he left work early. He isn’t disclosing if he will be laid-off yet. He will visit us more often when and if he is laid-off. I told him he had every opportunity to visit us more often without him being laid-off. A few weeks ago, he mumbled under his breath just once that I, his elder sister, doesn’t help him. I might as well disclose to him that my worth on pieces of paper doesn’t exists and that I’m broke and un/deremployed. I may gift him for his birthday next month in May. But it won’t be much.
So during his usual weekly visit, he shared an email from Nick, the cousin of our paternal cousin, Shill. Nick is a biker and married his second wife, a white chick biker. Das Squirrel told Nick to NOT mess up this marriage because the white biker chick is nice to that fugly, dark-skinned Filipino. Das Squirrel will act as a liason for my parents and moi.
Evil entitis such as these portrayed in my personal weblog do NOT like us prosecutors, who reveal the shortcomings, weaknesses, lies, deceptions, and offenses of these stubborn egos, who continue to run away from the hard-core truth and honest folks, like vous et moi. These lost souls are NOT forgiving and I don’t know if prayers will awaken their hurt feelings away from guilt and towards unity and love, which is evolution spelled backwards.
The email said that the Chingster was admitted to the hospital over the weekend, discharged that same afternoon, and had to be re-admitted the following day due to an embolism. My first incoming thought was that she was bed-ridden and not getting up and around to flush her thick blood of vindictiveness against the relatives of her first husband, Virgil. The Chingster has since instructed her daughter Shill NOT to hug or kiss them, including us who have nothing to do with their divorce back in 1987. Weird, huh>
As it stands the Chingster is being treated at her Foster City, CA home. I wonder who is shoving those pills down her throat, either the disturbed daughter or her jerk Jove, who refuses to marry my cousin. We tried to call am sent a text message her mobile number as provided by Maldeath long ago, heard the generic male voice of the answering machine turn on, and hung up, not leaving our message that we wanted to visit the sick and dying, which is a dead protocol among today’s ungrateful liberal and progressive generation.
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On Saturday, two days ago, I had sent a text message to my paternal auntie MalDeath after calling my paternal auntie Norma. We invited Norma out to eat a lunch buffet off Stevenson Blvd, Fremont, CA. We left around 1130 and had to go back home due to forgetting Mom’s insulin and medicine. We arrived at around 1230 and we headed to the buffet. At around 1301 we ordered and at 1430 we finished lunch. Dad mistakenly handed Mom to Norma $100 instead of $50 per Mom’s suggestion. His ego is too big. Norma had no shame of refusing to accept cash after being hauled into the car and treated to the meal. She had money and could have offered to pay for her party or at least the carpool. But she laughed and grabbed the bills and stuffed it into her soft leather handbag. It’s so sad honest, hard-working people like my parents have to put up with these clueless, heartless humanz. She hobbles around on a blue, collapsible walker with yellow-highlight colored tennis balls. Her apartment is freaking filthy. Per Mom, who used her toilet prior to lunch, Mom peeped in the bedroom and saw the piles of laundry or clothes on her bed! Mom assumed that Norma sleeps on the sofa. Sheesh.
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The next story is with Gloria Z, who normally attends the noontime mass on Tuesday. We handed her a plastic bag of our lemon grass. Dad removed the plant from the side street and Mom and I removed the husk, leaving the softer parts for boiling. The taste is almost exactly like ginger root! Last week she told us of the Vietnamese and her husband leaving the six children of four girls and two boys; and how Gary her Germanic, raw meat eating husband will vote for Trump. Mom convinced her to think about the stories behind Hillary. Two Tuesday prior, she handed us a plastic bag of goodies, containing small avocado. She’s nice. The weather was hot those two Tuesdays.
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This morning as I awoke, lied on my back, greeting mom good morning and how are you, Mom said that she admired me. I was too slow to respond because I must repent and offer my prayers to the Lawd Gawd. She said that we could learn from Das Squirrel and leave everything up to the Lawd Gawd. Two weeks ago during his weekly visit to us, he emphasized to us that don’t expect anything in return. His eyes were focused at me, though I cited an example of the Chinese returning or reciprocating gifts with both hands. I’m thinking that he represented strong ego that doesn’t care about others, which is reflected in his home ethics, though at work he forces himself to comply since he is getting paid. Get it
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OANN is broadcasting Trump’s rally at Warwick, Rhode Island, USA. But I’m tuned via the YouTube video by RSBN. I noticed the OANN broadcast is ahead of RSBN. I’m assuming that the television programming is like the MATRIX, a holographic, alternate reality/dimension, in which the entertainment value is illusory and that all things that exist are created instantaneously by conscious thoughts. He’s blasting Gary Kasich
1016, in politics you are allowed to collude. Trump (This is one of many hidden messages for ‘helping’ those ‘politicians’. That’s why my complaint back in 2011 to an alphabet soup woke me up to the greater schemes of things. Sigh.)
1022, disgusting that Kasich shoves in his mouth at every rally. Trump
1024, Ted Cruz copying words of Trump
1025, one for 41, one for 48 states
1031, we need trump. crowd chants.
1042, our new presidential nominee is Gary Kasich. boo. (He’s funny! Dayam!)
We like Trump’s attitude from yesterday’s rally at Hagerstown, Maryland, USA. He learned from his Germanic father. Trump doesn’t take vacation because he loves doing his job well. Plus, he has his own transportations (copter, airplane, limos) and already visits lots of places for his rallies and his properties worldwide. So he mentioned that if he can do it, we can do it, meaning within our skills, talents, and abilities, we need to work hard and love what we do. Without the passion to get the job done, y’all will end up like me – a cubicle slave with low energy. That’s not good.
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