Month: January 2018

http://ktla.com/2018/01/26/disgusting-photos-show-raw-meat-filled-shopping-carts-at-california-grocery-store/

You idiots! I’m telling my parents not to shop at 99 Ranch Market and Costco! That’s my hood! I noticed the quality of the produce section of 99 Ranch looks awful after they renovated the place and AFTER we complained that a cashier overcharged us for a small snack item. Uh. Huh. Shut down time? Yup.

Sigh. Today, we received our weekly notes from Maestro. MessiahMews should know who I’m talking about since I accepted her invitation via my LinkedIn profile account the day before yesterday.

The stuff he shared seemed to focus on the earth cycles, the witches and their four corners, and that of the Asiatic Gaia, which is similar to the feminie goddess via the Virgin Mary. I guess the NAI have been infiltrated with Semiramis and pals. Go and Google, Herr Maestro. Yup.

A Navajo Poem

I walk in Beauty
Beauty is before me
Beauty is behind me
Above and below me.
I walk in Beauty
Beauty is before me
Beauty is behind me
Around and within me.

A Hopi Proverb

Know your garden and where your water is.

Umm. Okay. I’ve already contacted, err, interconnected the NAI. The prayers and thoughts are supposed to help us in unity. I’ve ‘thought’ of them sometime earlier this year or just a few weeks ago and offered some boosts.

So I can tell Maestro can read us. For example, he corrected us twice – he can hear if I’m off tune. He looked into our general direction. And that we shouldn’t sing the note if we’re not sure because it throws off others.

He said that the the B-pitch is off as he motioned that the Altos should go up higher with his right thumb up. Earlier he told the sopranos that their B-pitch sounds like a C-pitch.

He mentioned the ‘layers’ within the notes. That’s what Clem shared – four or five frequencies.

So I had to boost the energy Within to make the B-pitch ‘brighter’ and on pitch. That may sound illuminating but it’s far Above and Below, which is yet another constructed avatar of Semiramis, or Lucifer, or Satan. Yup.

And it so happens that he’s a shape-shifter. Do NOT doubt unto moi – the Evil Kitty! He won’t stop turning a reddish color as I can see the mottling look on his facial skin. Brouhaha! He’s too emotional. Sheesh.

That’s why I do NOT wish to offend other species by dumping my presence into their airspace. That’s why I do NOT wish to venture too far outdoors. I’d rather ‘pray’ (or for those who are truly interconnected with my thoughts) – rant on my own and to get TF out after I’m done with my volunteer gigs.

Yeah so this morning or last night, I had a thought about reciprocity.

Dad likes to do his own things so that he doesn’t owe anyone. His siblings are like him – don’t lift up a finger for anyone else except your bloodline only, not unless there’s something in it for them.

Mom likes to do her own things but expects others to reciprocate by her examples. She will dog her slaves because she deserves it. That’s entitlement mentality. The relationship is supposed to be mutually beneficial.

So after noontime mass, we had lunch at Carl’s Jr with a local parishioner. She’s nice and bought us three Mocha-Vanilla sponge cakes from Goldilocks. En route to lunch from church, my parents and I wondered why the attitudes of Das Squirrel, his Twit Wifey, and other bloodlines are so foul.

So it’s better that she is kindly and thinks of us compared to other stunted souls who worship Buddha, Mammon, and other strange imaginings.

Anyway, she said Respondent attended the funeral mass of Amy’s deceased brother-in-law. She told Mom that the service would be private. Amy failed to tell us lots of people attended and that the casket wasn’t shown because the body was disintegrated after the guy’s immediate family found out one week later!

She said Respondent sat in front of her and that Respondent tried to talk to Gloria, a soprano of my main choir. Gloria walked away. I wonder why the Filipinos tolerate Respondent with TWO restraining orders, and other civil complaints per public online data.

Yup. You Flips gonna pay especially the church that tolerated her presence. Y’all keep praying for her. She dresses up and holds her head up proud, typical of demonic bloodline. No shame whatsoever. Probably inbreeding with bad blood, typical of Ilocanos.

So yeah love is evil spoken backwards! Each soul will be judge. It’s strange how we’re not allowed to discriminate between good and evil and not be loud about the truthful observation.

https://arstechnica.com/gadgets/2018/01/apple-releases-macos-high-sierra-10-13-3-and-ios-11-2-5/

Well, if y’all can RESOLVE the battery drain issue, that would be nice. I noticed that since I’ve been using my MacBook Air more frequently, the battery drains within hours.

Yeah, so I still have my laptop with Windows as a backup OS. So I’m not too worried about giving up my Apple products if there are continuous security issues.

Once again there’s nothing to hide except bathroom and backroom sessions. Y’all know my thoughts and I guess that’s it.

Well, I managed to find parking! Usually the rest come around 1845n according to my firm believer. I’m blogging inside my car because it’s too early. I feel poopy, too. So hopefully I can late three hours. I’ve been practicing the .mp3 files at home. I’m hitting the notes and my sight reading is improving. My tummy is hungry now. I want to clear my stomach for more breathing room. Eventually I’ll learn how to sing better.

So now I have to songs repeating in my head. I wonder how the performers can stand an how or so. That’s why I transferred the songs into my iPad. That’s right! I’m not gonna suffer painful wrist injustice! Nein!

Amazingly, Google lady was able to reroute my direction away from the 880 interchange. For some reason, last week she directed me here. I guess it was the MLK holiday and people were off duty. So now I learned to leave early because Mom totally FEARS for my safety. She told me to be aware of my surroundings. Oops. I busy blogging and not paying attention. No wonder my parents don’t travel far and wide!

So yeah I’m feeling bummed. Now my Auntie is claiming that she hasn’t received her invitation. Long ago, she said that Jerilyne didn’t get her Xmas money. I feel that’s a sign from God that it’s a no go. Yup. It’s okay if there’s funny things going on that I don’t know or care about. We’re being protected and blessed.

Welp, it’s time to go. It’s 1845 and the late arrivals will get the street parking like I did last week in the streets of the residential area. Wish us lucks!

Dear diary,

Today is freezing cold. The rain stopped but we’re staying indoors instead of attending noontime mass. Yesterday, the thermostat wouldn’t work due to its attachment to the wall – it’s loose and the way to get it to work is to tilt the unit upward on the right to ‘level’ the mercury and then switch from off to heater. Voila!

I awoke around 0600 or so after receiving the email from an ‘operational manager’ who emailed me to dead links. And after the third attempt, she shared the .mp3 files via Dropbox. I was able to go through ALL ‘movements’ to the BMV 232. I have to learn to breath and control my singing. Though I can somewhat hit the notes, the resonance, timbre, and pitch are still off. WTF did I get myself into this time?

But, the audio in TEMPO and sung by a professional help program my brain as I followed and sang along. Now my brain is repeating certain lines over and over and over and over. That’s how easily the brain can be programmed. So I’m hoping that the professionals sitting behind us will help lead as far and starting the movement on the downbeats.

I can sing but I get lost. I can see my brain is NOT keeping up as if I’m staring at the measure and wondering WTF does this sound like and where am I? I noticed that I have to carefully follow the tempo – to the beat. And because I can read notes, I can’t sing it. Weird, huh?

I like the slow movements, Qui tollis, Et incarnatus est, Crucifixus, Pleni sunt coeli, Osanna, and Dona nobix pacem, but I like Confiteor the best because of it walking beat. I can barely keep up with the Adagio and Vivace! I like doing the scales and have been hitting those pretty well! Yay! But I still suck. One semester is enough for me but my parents insist that I stay. Sheesh. It’s only a volunteer gig.

I’m practicing really hard. I don’t wanna disappoint Maestro whoever, mess up the others with my noobs, or waste my time on something I can’t PERFECT! But it’s a matter of practice and technique. Hmm. Maybe I can go back to school and learn musicianship. Nah! I don’t like tests. My brain can’t retain stuff. That’s why I have to repeat stuff until I get it.

We received our recent ‘notes’ by Maestro whoever via email on 1/19. His ‘notes’ are now normal. Brouhaha! I’d rather he share his knowledge on stuff that’s outta this world. After all, it’s ‘educational’ and really ‘out there’ – the stuff that resonates unto moi – Evil Kitty.

I bet MOST of the members don’t know or care what’s he talking about. That’s why I’ve been assigned to boost the vector with my singing. Prepare for bleeding ears! I think the Lawd Gawd knows I’m hopeless and he needed me to keep going by torturing me with music. My left ears is hurting from blowouts. I blow my nose too hard by the way and that’s the only way to expell boogers from my sinuses.

So far the boogers have all but disappeared after doing daily saline solution washes with my squeeze bottle. The boogers are highest during October, November, and December. But now I have to treat my earhole with alcohol. Sheesh. Bye for now.

Sincerely,

Felinda Ballelos

Well, should I be concerned that my favorite and primary weblog site has approved an advertisement sporting the virtue signaling of the one-eyed salute? This appeared on a news article via Google News.