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These are brief snippets of text that aren’t quite whole blog posts. Useful for quick thoughts and anecdotes. 20250115-1623: Supposed to be for Post Titles ending in Aside.

  • 20160514-1843-Aside

    20160514-1153. After morning mass, buying grocery at DeCA and chow mein and fried rice at King Eggroll, and eating breakfast, the crazy bitch living next door to us scream at the top of her lungs FUCK YOU!

    I took my car, reversed from the left driveway, and headed eastbound on MY drive when the incident happened. Dad was sitting in the front passenger seat with the window rolled down and that’s when she had her crazy episode. But both of us ignored her.

    Belinda, the daughter, hurried from the passenger side of the parked maroon Dodge caravan on the left driveway, around the back of the van, and up to the mother who drove the van, and barely squeaked: No, Mom! Once again, the daughter is higher functioning and barely above the IQ level of her autistic cousin. So I have to learn to understand the disability of the whole family.

    20160512-1630. Dad was pulling weed growing through the ginger rocks out front, especially near the shared chainlink fence by Montgomery Ward, where the crazy bitch living next door to us had her episode. She scared Dad by stating that she called the SJPD. He ran inside and handed me the old orange incident card dated 09-22-2015. I don’t understand why he did that, other than the bitch is harassing and verbally abusing the elderly. I wonder why our county mediator and pals are NOT supervising her public activities. Hmm. Legality?

    Yeah, so that’s what happened. Their conditions are permanent and the harassment is gonna be ongoing unless she goes away – far away.

    20160513-1530. I had an incoming thought regarding Trump’s phone controversial phone call. In addition to videos and audios, I’ll need signed affidavits as alleged ‘proof’. Behehehe! I’ve not been blogging or watching politics, since Trump became presumptive nominee of that GOP. It’s boring.

    From what I gather with Obama’s recent transgender agenda upon the affected schools and its loosing their precious funds, I foresaw this latest move by the POTUS as yet another opportunity to open up new segregated schools, especially charter schools for different groups. You know, one for musicians, Buddhists, and such.

    20130513-1519. I had an incoming thought regarding Lucifer, Satan, and pals. In order to release the insufferable likes of Prometheus from bondage, y’all have to deny his wishes of destructions, knowing that we are all bound by the laws of God.

    20160513-1517. I had an incoming thought regarding those victimized by fraud, waste, and abuse. By legislating wishes by Lucifer, Satan, and pals, y’all are gonna get it back in some weird reversed karmic technique.

    20160513-1448. As usual after noontime mass, we’d listen to our local radio station 560 AM KSFO with Michael Savage, who is the official spokeperson for MyPillow.com. Just use the promotional code SAVAGE to get a second pillow for free. I’m tempted!

    20160513-1430. After waiting 30 minutes for the doctor to handwrite the diagnostic coding for Mom’s chemo medication, I didn’t realize that I could have left the stupid piece of paper at the doctor’s office. The first clerk said that

    20160510-1930. Mom had a feeling that my paternal uncle Virgil will live with his one and only daughter, now that the Chingster has passed on.

    The mid-afternoon viewing on Tuesday went well as we visited only one and one half hour. To keep myself busy, to keep the place entertained, I played the piano for one hour and managed to sit for only another twenty minutes. The daughter’s hug up at the lobby of sincere, but no the second hug at the front most pew inside the St. Michael chapel.

    I saw Malou’s face was drawn down in piss. This was done while we were bidding our early goodbyes after telling the daughter to cut the rosary beads symbolically to prevent others from coming to the grave.

    Strangely, Das Squirrel has NOT made contact with his old family after picking up his car from the shop. Also the second wife didn’t return Mom’s phone call. So something happened during the two remaining days – Wednesday and Thursday – of a sham.

    So many angry people gone crazy! So sad! There seems to be no cure for the pathological. Sheesh.

  • 20160509-2234-Aside

    Well, tomorrow we’re going to the viewing around 1500 and for about one hour or so. Early this morning after breakfast, we tried one florist but the old Asian guy said that 35 minutes of travel time up to Hayward, CA was too much for him.

    So Dad and I mailed his claims at the local USPS. He recognized one co-worker who said that Dante (the dark-skinned Filipino who screamed at me long ago when I dropped a tightly wedged envelop displayed at the lobby) had retired and another co-worker is working nearby.

    I then called Auntie Edith to greet her a belated Mother’s Day. She answered and asked how I’m doing. I replied impatiently the generic I’m good or I’m fine. She said later that she was going to wear a mask so that her sick husband won’t catch her cooties. Mom thinks she’s paranoid because normally the sick person wears mask.

    So I pushed my inquiry if she had any reference to a florist near that cementary. She said she doesn’t usual do funeral wreaths and would hand her niece money instead. I hung up and then went online and found a florist one block from the place. The Kmart was behind it.

    ‘Fred’ helped process our request and Mom wanted a bunch of ribbons for me to do! But Dad insisted that only one ribbon with four words was enough: Love, [first last] and Family. The computer can only handle four words. He talked about conures, cockatoos, how the female variety speaks, how he lets the bird fly about in the back, and how he has taught it once when it was young to go inside its cage upon placing its food, pellets inside the cage.

    I noticed a shiny beige boat car was parked in front of the old wooden buildings after we exited the ally way.

    We did a dry run to the place. Dad and I went indoors and found that the chapel for this viewing is called St. Michael. I didn’t understand Dad’s mumbling and found out that he wanted to know the newest place of burial when we visit the other relatives. I fumed again and told him to let us know if, when, and after he drives himself to the burial this Thursday at 0900.

    The point is that the mother and the daughter don’t care much for relatives who don’t go along with their agenda. And so after the divorce, only a the younger cousins seem to hang-out with them. My brother and I do our own things; since we live almost one hour away. The youngest set of brother and sister are messed up. The other cousins have their own families.

    And so we will see Auntie Norma and Auntie Edith and leave together at the same time; so we won’t overstay our welcome, considering a bunch of strangers will be coming and going. We were not properly informed of this wake, viewing, and burial via a phone call at least. Das Squirrel mentioned that she didn’t reply to two of his text messages. She didn’t reply to one of my text message. Her Facebook posting is only for the public. But when it comes to family matters, the daughter totally shut-out the ones that tell the truth. Huh.

     

  • 20160509-1836-Aside

    20160508-2340. When we watched Obama spewing his speech at a graduation and said aloud the word “LISTEN”. A few minutes later, he pointed to his left ear with his left index finger and said that same word. I was referring to humanz listening well and discerning various data sets.

    20160508-2043. Whilst Mom elevated her legs above her heart to reduce thy edema, I watched “Little Big Shot: Top Ten Memories”,  a showcase of never-before-seen footage and new acts included with highlights of the most popular guests and performances. Steve Harvey. The host is really hilarious. The kids are talented.

    20160508-1938. Whilst listening to the Sunday news, if Supreme Court rules in favor of transgender bathrooms over civil rights, I can foresee businesses closing due to not enough customers not willing to risk the health and safety of the CHILDREN!

    Diamond and Silk mentioned on their YouTube channel known as The Viewers View that those transitioning are NOT to use bathrooms NOT of their original gender assignment. In other words, if these transgenders still have their original parts as God intended, they have NO right to choose a bathroom clearly designated for either male or female. The ladies don’t think it’s right and they certainly don’t feel comfortable! Where are THEIR civil rights?

    20160508-1931. Earlier this evening, Das Swirl expunged his Facebook account two days ago due to checking and following what others are doing CONSTANTLY. He and his Twit Wifey came and brought Wing Box chicken parts flavored with garlic, Hawaiian, and Cajun; two mini orchids in pot; and a plastic container of mini chocolate chip cookies. Then mom rebuked her one her husband’s frivolous spending habits. I said sell your stuff of bicycles and arms over eBay.

    20160508-0755. Father Jonathan mentioned a book called “Victory Over Vice”. He thought his parents were in attendance but during the closing, he didn’t see them.

    20160507-1847. Auntie Norma called regarding the viewing next Tuesday and Wednesday via Auntie Marie. But she was talking over Mom. And so the data wasn’t clear as usual. It is a good thing that the Twit Wifey sent me a text message after yesterday’s Mother’s Day visit. She left early for grocery, and then she picked him up after two hours. On Mother’s Day and after the visit by the twosome, Dad placed a voicemail message to his eldest sister, who returned the call and informed us that she’s not going. Then we followed-up that Das Squirrel decided last minute to join us. Of course, there would be no space for her.

    20160506-0828. After mom’s blood work, we saw a Google.com/selfdrivingcar. We were behind it. Once again, it seemed to fast for my comfort as it scooted from the left lane into the left turn lane. It was a blackish coloration.

    20160505-2356. While mom and i were trying to fall asleep, we saw a commercial for littleblackpant.com. I’m a size ten and one half.

    20160505-1214. While shipping with Dad in the produce section, I made Sargeant King David sneeze many times of succession yesterday at 1306. He then stood in front of us at a fruit stand where Dad was selecting bananas for fifty nine cents per pound. He was wearing patches and a gray colored outfit. The patch might have said Air something National something but I forgot.

  • 20160504-1617-Aside

    WHO WILL BE TRUMP’S VP PICK? On The Record with Greta Sustern FoxLive.com – Go to FaceBook.com/Greta

    Based on Mon’s ‘spider sense’ and probably in the following order: Newt Gingrich, Jeff Session, Rick Scott, Susan Martinez, Chris Christie. Yup

    20160504-2206. Old thought regarding what JEB! had said about Trump having a gift or something like that. That means Trump can hear ‘everything’ like the surfer boyz and other specially-gifted souls. Cheaters! Pants on fire! That’s all I have to add. Yup.

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    20130504-2119. At around 1120 pm, I finished shredding most of my personal files of mostly worthless pieces of paper! After awakening from my post-lunch overfill of chocolate cake, which was from Dad’s birthday yesterday, a few minutes prior to 1600, I proceeded to scanning the remaining FADED pieces of USPS receipts and one of Mom’s PGMHS alumni booklet and finished at around 1900 this evening.

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    Yesterday was Dad’s birthday. Das Squirrel and his Twit Wifey attended from around 1700 to past 2030 that evening. By Chinese tradition, she brought a raspberry cake for the elder. We had Costco spare ribs, crab, and shrimps for dinner. Mom and I gave him his birthday card, which I scanned, archived, and tossed into the recycling bin this evening.

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    20160502-1611. Das Squirrel sent me a text message: ‘Auntie Ching died today at 2:11 pm today’. Notice the CIA coding its double-digit numerical value of eleven-eleven. Anyway, that evening as we retired to bed past midnight, I normally try to fall asleep by watching YouTube videos, especially the ones by XP2, who won’t relax: He has been screaming and flicking out his tongue more often.

    Within a few minutes, I had a paranormal experience. While holding up my smartphone in the dark an listening to johnsmallman’s latest audio blog by Jesus, I felt a light stroke underneath my right forearm, not once but twice! I wasn’t spooked but had ‘anxiety’ earlier that evening while Mom and Dad were watching television in the living room. So I expected something to occur later on.

    I brushed off that first experience and telepathically told: Auntie Ching, please be happy. A few seconds later, the same and similar brush or stroke of my forearm happened underneath my right arm. I brushed it off again and motioned with my left hand to go away and to stop.

    While those two incidences happened, I was telepathically reading and listening to johnsmallman’s channeling of Jesus’ message to Auntie Ching. I also tried to send her a smile of assurance and good will. For some reason, I was prepared to ghostly experiences and wasn’t spooked. Thanks.

    So that following evening after Dad’s birthday dinner party, I reported my experience to Mom. As usual, she rebuffed me and said that doesn’t happen. She then played ‘psychology’ with me and said aloud into the air and reassured Auntie Ching that she will personally take care of her daughter. But since the daughter has avoided communicating with us, we can’t help her until she formally approaches and comes.

    During Dad’s birthday party, Das Squirrel kept emphasizing that there are vindictive humanz. The Twit Wifey said that we should do what is [correct]. I told Mom that the three of us shouldn’t be nice anymore. This Thursday morning, Mom reiterated unto moi that we shouldn’t be nice anymore.

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    20160504-1309. Das Squirrel sent me a text message: ‘My coworker and I were released from work today. Many people were let go :(‘ Last night, he informed us of this potential event. I hugged him three times and my eyes misted a little. He said that there were new employee packages. In other words, the old workers were let go. Some are in their fifties, like moi. He worked there for fourteen years. Now, I can’t get support for one of his products which I use for backing up my crap.

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    20160501-1419. I sent my paternal first cousin a text message: ‘Hi, [Chump]. This is [Flynn]. We plan to visit you both after lunch today. Let us know your address, please.’ She never did reply back. That’s nasty and rude. Das Squirrel told us that he sent her some text messages, but she never did reply back. That’s messed up.

    Anyway, Mom called the second wife and Auntie Babble, whom I called back again to confirm the address, which I pulled up from checking online instantly. So we arrived at the grayish and whitish house around 1710. The unmarried boyfriend opened the door. I called him name. I hugged Nick, her, and then Nick’s mom.

    I went immediately to the unconscious one and said aloud, HI AUNTIE, THIS IS LYN. I offered an Amen to my forehead with her right hand, which was VERY warm. She responded with a muffled HMM. My ‘spider sense’ indicated that she heard! I tried to kiss her forehead weirdly and petted her grayish and brownish hair.

    Mom came up from her left side and made the sign of the cross on her forehead. Then Mom stroked her upper left arm. But what I witnessed was a response of flinching as if she still hated Mom. I saw that she moved to her left and tried to move her left arm away.

    The daughter took Mom’s hand and led Mom gently away. I looked at the daughter and I got the message that the Mom didn’t want company. After one hour of chit chatting with Nick and his mom, Nick gave us a bullshit excuse that an unconscious human didn’t want people near her!

    These people are assholes! Once a patient is given morphine – that’s it! Get it? The proper protocol is for visitors to stay as long as necessary to close the gap of hurt feelings. But as usual, these vindictive souls refuse for us to stay. And one hour was perfect timing.

    I can tell that Nick got the message via his text because his eyes started tearing up. That girl needs a beat-down. I’m the eldest cousin on our side of the paternal group! And so when Cathy, our younger paternal first cousin rang the doorbell, the daughter closed the front door behind her to tell the druggy that the three of us were here!

    Yup. As expected, the druggy didn’t make eye contact with us and immediately went straight to the unconscious one. When I had the chance, I eyed her second husband with a quick glance – more like a humorous smirk. He had his three boys with one being disabled from the looks of his small eyes from the first wife.

    So no wonder my auntie Maldeath was distressed with these text messages, which she no longer sends! The guy had tattoos and wore black clothes and his baseball cap backwards. But when I eyed him discreetly, he seemed okay, though these lost souls try to put on the mask of thuggery. Y’all don’t know thugs until y’all know my crap. The levels run deeper than smoking and doing drugs and such. I’m sure he’s wondering who we were. Behehe.

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    20160504-2200. For Wednesday today, we breakfast, attended morning mass, bought grocery at DeCA, and ate lunch. Dad did gardening after lunch, I took my two hour nap, and Mom sewed. Later, I shredded, and we had dinner. For some reason, Mom has been VERY agitated with the both of us – railing, ranting, and calling us names. This is NOT unusual. We have film videos from the 1970’s showing her agitated. It’s something we had to live with unfavorably. I believe human females are programmed to be annoying. Weird. Of course, I whisper many times BITCH. If y’all ‘hear’ me, oops. Behehe.

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    20160503-2216. After Tuesday’s noontime mass, Carl B greeting Mom with a bear hug and shook Dad’s hand. I waved back. Carl B and Mom talked about the crazy bitch living next door to us. I showed him a screen of my video from 09/22/2015. He said that I should call him if she has an episode so that he could witness the incidents. He said we could buy rock salts and olive oil for blessings every Tuesday evening. We tried going to DeCA, but it was a weird closed schedule on Monday and that day. Gloria Z had handed Dad her sweet porridge as a birthday gift prior to Carl B’s surprise meeting. He usually attends those masses, too.

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    20160504. This evening, Dad that the crazy bitch living next door to us didn’t come home until late this evening around 1800. She was supposed to come home between 1500 and 1530. I don’t care as long as she stays away from me. Oh and Carl B said a parishioner eventually learned that there was something wrong with the crazy bitch who constantly complained about me. He said that is not true because he knows and that she is deceptive, which is short of saying lyin’ or being a liar. So I’ll wait for God to test how well the community handles crazy and stupid humanz. Once again, I could make noise with regards to negligence and liabilities and harassment, and elderly abuse, along those lines. Alright?

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    In summary, Mom reminded me to stop assuming what is going on inside a person’s mind. But I cannot seem to shut-up due to my unfavorable tendencies of rattling on and on as inherited by my paternal side – that is being disturbed from excitement. I’m failing to be a good listener. I failing to answer the questions properly when asked. I’ve been a failure socializing. If y’all take away my blogging rants, I guess, I’ll just be shut-in forever. Sheesh.

  • 20160503-2217-Aside

    Mom said that Trump swatted his rivals like dead flies. Pist. Pist. We watched CNN and now we’re watching FoxNews.

    Regarding Trump’s recent speech on foreign policy. Again, it’s all rhetoric. He sounded like a robot while reading those teleprompters. I prefer the free-flowing speeches.

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    20160503-2219. Mom said, When the person is honest and is speaking for the best, the one being bought or the one not being bought. That’s why people lined up to hear him.

    20160503-1655. Mom said that his younger brother Ume used to call her ‘Lilly’; while her eldest sister Juanita and older brother Sengyong called her ‘Li’.

    20160503-1216. Father Jonathan sermonized about Neil Lozano, author of ‘Unbound’. This sermon was about how the father knows his son. “I have a photo of you playing soccer”.

    20160503-1212. Old thought from last week or so, I saw a slight shimmering rising above the Sacrament as Father Thomas raised up that monstrance.

    20160503-0004. Old thought from weeks ago, Gloria Z, the Filipino-speaking Chinese parishioner, replied to Dad’s inquiry that the crazy bitch living next door to us hasn’t been seen serving as Communion/Eucharistic minister for the eight o’clock mass.

    20160503-0003. Old thought from months ago, the physician for the ‘Arthritis & Rheumatism Center’ said the word ‘magic’ a couple of times. This was probably after I returned a survey via regular mail and with my return label: Harm None Do As Thou Wilt. Behehe.

    20160503-0020. Yesterday, we were shopping at the Filipino store up north and saw Gloria Z, who shared her recipe for a tapioca pudding dessert, which she gave to Dad as a birthday gift after Tuesday’s noontime mass today.

    20060502-2358.Old thought from months ago, Mom’s endocrinologist shared a few online images from a painter by the name of Henri Matisse due to seeing Mom wearing the black leafy pattern designs on her camp shirt. The faceless images were a beige human figure with a heart and a bunch of five dancers encircled with their hands held together.

    20160427-0944. Felix, the Filipino engineer, shared his phone number with Dad and me after sharing his expertise in his stripped MB for new speakers and onboard monitors. He’s looking for a job for auto upgrading.

     

  • 20160501-2043-Aside

    To my dearest spooky readers,

    1.

    I’ve been busy scanning, archiving, and shredding my hard work after over sixteen slong years. Sunday, I’m doing the USPS documents. Most have already been scanned since 2010 but prior to the 2016 shredding, I finalized the scanning for archiving as EXTRA assurance. Saturday, I finished the miscellaneous notes and other unfiled items. Friday, I finished the bulk of the contractual agreements and periodic reports. I don’t care anymore. Huh.

    2.

    I have to stop so Mom and I can watch old YouTube videos of Alex Jones and Donald Trump. But Mom is now napping during the Fort Wayne, Indiana (USA) rally with Trump.

    Mom suggested that Trump could pick the following two potential VPs: Rick Scott of Florida and Newt Gingrich. We still love the entertaining value and sense that among the presidential candidates, Trump will do as he says.

    As for Cruz and Fiorina, Mom noticed that they hugged each other like spouses! And Mom noticed further that Carly seemed to look long and hard at Ted like a wife during an interview.

    We kinda don’t care much about Hillary and Sanders, or whatever the mainstream ad nauseum news media spews forth. I noticed they are cautious about Trump’s ‘woman’s card’, so as not to decrease their viewership and ratings, of courses. Hehe. Again, he’s stating the facts.

    3.

    The Chingster is dying from the uterine cancer spreading to the lungs and probably to the brain and is on morphine. After Mom and her spoke to each other over their respective landlines on Friday and according to her younger sister this evening, she headed downhill drastically:

    My incoming thought en route homebound from Foster City, CA to San Jose, CA indicated that the Chingster made her peace with Mom two days ago. However, when we got home, Mom’s spider “sense” indicated that the Chingster will “go” in another one week, due to irreconcilable hurt feelings with the first husband and his relatives.

    4.

    After Sunday choir mass today, Ruby L warned me to ‘ing-aat’, meaning to be vigilant. She sits behind me. During the Lamb of God song, I felt the mother nudge my left side and held my left hand. I looked down confused but kept my face in character. I usually can tell is the crazy bitch is gonna serve as Communion/Eucharistic Minister outta my peripheral vision!

    I noticed the crazy bitch was very angry. Prior to the start of mass, I noticed her scowl towards the choir box and the shaded darkness behind her eyeballs as she pretended to reach of the pew missals in front. I subtly flicked her off by scratching my left eyebrow. After she bowed prior to sitting down from serving, I noticed she turned her body directly to the choir box scowled at us.

    The celebrant was Father Peter. She didn’t serve next to him. But when Father Dang celebrated, she served next to him with her black and white outfit. This was two Sunday’s ago when I Joe, the tenor/bass was first and foremost before her. He looked into my direction but I quickly lowered my gaze. Bahaha!

    She didn’t come home after mass – thank goodness. I guess ‘they’ distracted her because I complained to the conductor’s mother about screaming episode with my parents after choir mass last Sunday.

    The crazy bitch is still having her episodes. When we were about to leave at around 1630 to visit the dying Chingster this evening, I had to repark my car from the right and into the left driveway. No sooner that I got outta my car, she opened her garage. I barely heard her say someone inaudible aloud from inside her garage.

    The crazy bitch already had her electric garage door opened. When we were about to leave for morning mass at around 0725 this morning, she came out and started walking down the driveway closest to our shared chainlink fence and stared into our direction.

    5.

    20160501-0800. Father Jonathan sermonized about Gloria in Columbia. It was raining and she was struck by lightening. She died temporarily and was in coma. She used an oxygen tank and experienced a vision. The sermon was about heaven and hell and how she saw her grands, relatives, and parents garbed in white, which was earned from taking communion. The parents shed peaceful tears, for Gloria was in hell.

    20160430-0818. Father Jonathan sermonized about Neil Lozano and his book entitled “Unbound”, which is available in the gift shop, and “God Is Not Dead II”, the movie. He said that Satan hates anything church-related and breaks up marriage by attack couples months prior to marriage, for example, and attacking husband by disrupting the hierarchy of obedience.

    20160430-0822. Families that stay together, stay strong together by saying prayers together. Satan persecutes the family.

    20160426-1216. Father Jonathan sermonized about how going to church can involve getting close to the church via sacraments. The established hierarchy is that the father is the head of the family, followed by the mother, and then the children. The family can go through divorce due to this disruption in respect of this order. He mentioned Saint Patrick of Siena, who had to fight all night until morning in the mighty name of Jesus [Christ]. He mentioned the demons at work.

    6.

    20160501-0130. I couldn’t sleep at night because I was too worked up after taking a long, COLD shower. I had to shave my long and overdue hairiness and scrape off my calluses from underneath my two pinky toes and in the middle of the balls of my feet. The pain had subsided a bit but walking bare-footed is barely tolerable without my orthotic sandals.

    20160501-0128. I was up past midnight and watched two shows. First, I was watching “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice” (2010) “Sorcerer living in modern-day city Manhatten tries to defend the city from his nemesis, but realizing he can’t do it alone, he recuits a protégé.”

    In my thoughts, “she is the mother of your heart, the woman of your soul”.

    The second show was a Star Trek Next Generation in which a traveler disappeared after helping the startship and crew get back to their reality.

    7.

    20160429-2028. Yesterday around 2330, I saw outta my left forward line of vision, a distortion or a small cloaked movement. And a few seconds later, it moved or I sensed it go into the smart television with a single pop. I was in front of my laptop in the living room. But the television was turned off. When I “sensed” this entity, I was looking at the laptop but usually I looked up and saw that cloaked distortion. Then I kept my eyes on the laptop when I heard the single pop.

    Yesterday, I saw slightly to my forward right peripheral vision, a dark appearance through the white wall in front of me. I was sitting in front of my main computer upstairs while scanning and archiving my old worthless pieces of paper.

  • 20160429-0035-Aside

    1.

    Yeah, so Thursday yesterday was weird. I couldn’t sleep well because Mom was snoring too loudly from the higher CPAP pressure. I awoke several times to use the toilet. The first session was around 0230, and then three or more times every hour until i awoke around 0730. I had to wake her each time with my baby pillow – WHACK!

    Mom’s higher CPAP pressure at ten was too strong for her. So we called the doctor for adjustment after breakfast, waited for the return call which was returned after eating lunch at home, and then Dad and I hurriedly brought her smart chip for the lower adjustment at seven, so that she can sleep at night.

    2.

    Dad and I brought his MB E430 to a local car wash cleaner for $21.95, because the cheapest or basic for $17.95 didn’t clean the wheels, which had black brake fluid all over. Mom wanted it clean after they came home from their eleven o’clock dental appointment.

    3.

    I stayed home to scan and archive over 1,000 individual letter-sized papers. I didn’t think of shedding until after 1500 and was delayed due to the scanner AND shredder were overheating! So i deigned to alternate between both machines and didn’t finish until after 1720 at night. After triggering my project completion with a quick vacuum of dusty paper, Dad was kind enough to come upstairs and haul ONE Hefty bag the size of an overstuffed husky child.

    4.

    After over ten years of silence, my paternal cousin Shill sent me a text message at 1633. While my parents and I prayed our usual mid-afternoon rosary of three chaplets, I replied to her text message at 1644. I had to sync with a double digit number, my number. At 1717, she called our landline with her landline. I answered and handed the phone to Mom so that her mother can exchange a few positive words overt the speaker phone.

    Based on my spider “sense”, the Chingster is still not ready to meet humanz, especially Mom and us. This Friday morning, I expressed to Mom that she’s too ashamed for others to see her chemo baldness, an incoming thought that I received upon awakening around 0700 per Mom’s reminder that she has a doctor’s appointment!

    I also expressed to Mom that the Chingster still had a very HARD ego, which won’t let up and which wasn’t compatible with the emotional sensitivities of her first husband Virgil, an artist (he tiled my pink bathroom), a musician (he played the guitar). I suggested to Mom that the Chingster may have been giggling due to the painkillers, namely morphine.

    My spider “sense” further indicated that my cousin Shill is still a bitch with this second call. My feeling was the same with the first call a few days earlier: I expressed my feedback to Mom over breakfast this morning. And she said that’s because Shill grew up around her patents fighting. Huh.

    I “sensed” also that Shill’s “tone” was “rehearsed”, almost cautious and probably outta consideration that our mothers are elderly but with one exception – that the Chingster has been harboring animosity, even to her sisters. My incoming thought was that her ‘cancer’ is like a horrible, terrible allergic reaction in which the body attacks itself and thusly the proteins has been triggering the emotions and incapacitates the mental functioning of the Chingster.

    5.

    As for Wednesday, we awoke, had breakfast, and went to Mom’s sleeping doctor. But we forgot the smartchip. So in between the incoming call from Das Squirrel, who was stranded due to his broken black 2001 Ford Mustang GT, and talking with Felix, the Filipino engineer who can tweak automobiles with Bluetooth, Wi-Fi, speakers, and television monitors in the head rests and front console, I traveled twenty minutes to retrieve Mom’s CPAP smartchip.

    Then we bought and dropped-off lunch of Carl’s Jr and grocery to Das Squirrel at his work around noontime, of which we managed to attend mass.

    Fin.

  • 20160426-0053-Aside

    29160425-1215. Father Michael sermonized about and included the Coptic Christians in Egypt in his Prayer of the Faithful. He mentioned how Syria was destroyed.

    On a side note, harsh military and other war regimes don’t seem to make sense in this modern Era. I’m wondering why Putin, Assad, and pals are still in cahoots with making deals that still put humanz in the front line of fighting. I’m not understanding why there is still the need for petrol and other energy scam or scheme that involve many players.

    After noontime mass, we heard today’s discussion on our local radio station 560 AM KGO by Michael Savage with a health fitness woman who dug up political stuff, in which politicians are involved including Mexico, I think. Mom fears for her life, too.

    But I “know” stuff has to be done outta “fear”, which is a word used to control the players, in my opinion.

    20160426-0044. With that said, Mom is praying for those who cheated me outta my hard work and is praying for them to return my money that is due to me. In the mighty name of Jesus Christ. Amen. Once again, I may be easy and nice, but bad things do happen to those who don’t pursue to correct and corrective paths. Thank y’all.

  • 20160425-0854-Aside

    1.

    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.

    2.

    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.

    3.

    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.

    4.

    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.

    5.

    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

    6.

    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.

  • 20160424-2229-Aside

    At 20160422-1513, I received a phone call. Below is the transcribed voice-mail message:

    [Looking visit]* Donald J Trump.com for information on changing your party affiliation. So you can vote in the Republican primary. Time is short and every vote counts. I want your vote and I want to make America great again. Paid for by Donald Jay Trump for president Incorporated. 646-736-1779.

    *Note: The voicemail is supposed to start out as “This is”. Everything else is transcribed perfectly. Yay.

  • 20160424-2203-Aside

    Dear Lawd Gawd,

    Between 0900 to 1000 this evening, I’ve been somewhat honest with my parents about my finances: that my investment is gone; that I’ve saved around ten thousand dollars in a lifetime, and that I’m spending around two thousand of dollar per year on expenses while living with my parents as an under/unemployed parasite.

    I’m grateful for their understanding and support. I’ll continue to serve them as geriatric service provider. And I’ll learn to cope with life’s stresses by not using my potty mouth or middle finger and by not blaming others than myself.

    Now I would like request a job to help pay my bills. I cannot depend on their fixed income and kindness. I am ashamed. Please forgive me for being a horrible, terrible sinner. If it is Your will to let me start all over again, I am thankful.

    Love,

    Flynn…

  • 20160424-1425-Aside

    Well, the crazy bitch living next door to us had her episode. She served as Communion Minister, wearing a black shirt and red, long-sleeved sheer top. I had parked near the eastern wing of the parish, went around back, and sang as usual.

    When I exited, I took the free flowing traffic on the right lane. Off to my left, the bitch was taking the left lane. Both my car windows were rolled down. I used my left middle finger against the steering wheels. Of course, I had my side sun shield down so only my eyes were covered. I exited to the right and went home right away.

    As soon as I emerged from my car and made it towards our garden hose, I saw her speeding quickly westbound on MY long stretch of road. I barely cleared the area of our garden hose where I heard her honk at me twice. I subtly flicked her off with my right middle finger while using it to scratch my head.

    She got outta her maroon Dodge Caravan # 689 and went in front of our chain link fence to see if I was indoors. I didn’t mean to ring the doorbell but I needed to get indoors right away, since I didn’t have my house key readily available. Dad answered the front door as Mom was awakened and couldn’t get up fast enough.

    I peeped out the closed wooden blinds and I heard screaming. I saw the bitch taking a video of my parents screaming. They had opened the garage door. I was video taping her from behind our opened garage. I screamed that she is a traitor to her first husband, BILLY G. The crazy bitch is still falsely accusing me of sleeping with her second husband, JUAN F M. whom Luz her sister had filed for his deportation back to Honduras. I said I’m gonna call the police. That’s when she went indoors.

    At 1242, Mom finished talking on the phone with Luz the sister, who told us about the alimony of $500 per month for ten months to JUAN F M, due to he has contributed to upgrading her house as a handyman. He wanted to take money from her equity. No wonder she filed that Chapter 13 bankruptcy back in 2009. But the sister defended the crazy bitch, claiming that she is nice. Mom retorted back that the sister isn’t nice but that Luz and Aida were nice. We learned that Belinda was taking courses to help her find a job. But she failed due to being slightly higher functioning that her autistic cousin, the son of Luz. Virgil continues to lock himself in the room. When the sisters made appointments for public assistance, they refused to show up. Bunch of cray-cray

    I wonder if Trump can fix this mess and get her outta here. Luz said that the next door neighbor can’t sell the house because they have nowhere to live/go. The relatives can’t do anything. We don’t accept false accusations. I may file something to the effect of negligence by their relatives for not stopping or supervising the craziness and ensuring our health and safety.

    Tomorrow we plan on talking with Father Dang, the Vietnamese vicar, and find out what we can do to fix this mess and get her outta here, because Luz mentioned his name. We want to confirm if he is aware of the crazy next door neighbor as per Luz.