Describing my immediate surroundings towards the beginning and a twist to the tale or possible solutions to issues towards the end of some blogs and how they relate to my expectations of the world at large.
Well, Paw just got a long distance call a few minutes ago that his maternal uncle “Julian” passed away in the Philippines at around 1:05am on Sunday (or Halloween Day if they celebrate the event). Julian is the last of five siblings of his mother’s side. Paw seemed quite affected by the news. He is calling his other relatives now.
We kids really don’t know the guy except by name.
With regard to the divorced nutter next door, I figured one demon is better than seven spirits more wicked than her. So I guess she does serve a purpose after all. It was a small thought since the latest incident last Saturday. This thought was in reference to the following Biblical passages:
43When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest, and findeth none. 44Then he saith, I will return into my house from whence I came out; and when he is come, he findeth it empty, swept, and garnished. 45Then goeth he, and taketh with himself seven other spirits more wicked than himself, and they enter in and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first. Even so shall it be also unto this wicked generation.
24When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest; and finding none, he saith, I will return unto my house whence I came out. 25And when he cometh, he findeth it swept and garnished. 26Then goeth he, and taketh to him seven other spirits more wicked than himself; and they enter in, and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first.
During this Monday’s morning sermon by Father Michael, he mentioned the following word definition:
Origin:
1175–1225; ME ipocrite < OF < LL hypocrita < Gk hypokritḗs a stage actor, hence one who pretends to be what he is not, equiv. to hypokrī́ ( nesthai ) ( see hypocrisy) + -tēs agent suffix
Hypocrite is Greek word meaning ACTOR, which means they usually play a role and assume the personality set of that character. It’s almost close to having multiple personality. And that is a psychiatric illness.
For the most part, actors are creative artists, initially starving and coming from humble roots. Later, as the actors, who are supposed to keep true to their art and inspire others to learn the trade of being “actors”, who entertain but hopefully so not to fool their audience, they are sometimes prone to addictive habits in substance abuse, such as drugs and alcohol and other an abuse to self and others, loved ones and strangers alike.
These asset are no longer “true actors” but mindless puppets, who are groomed like dogs by their handlers. The actor’s hard earned wealth are reaped by their handlers; while the puppets enjoy their temporary limelight of fame and fortune. Upon the deaths of these assets by nefarious “whack jobs”, they are “taken cared of” by their managers, accountants, estate planners, lawyers and other ungrateful administrative tools, such as family and friends.
Again in my previous blog entries, instead of getting the family involved, these assets are taken advantaged of by those who seek to profit from the hard work of these artists. In a world full of hypocrites, its no wonder people are better off dead so that others can take from the rich. Get it?
At around 9:30am today, I talked to two little Viet kids. One was not a pink fairy but Tinkerbell. The tip of her right wing is a little torn. The boy was an Autobot – yellow color – Nightstalker or Prowler.
At around 12:00am to 1:15pm, Hoan, Theresa and I enjoyed the Halloween party. The catered food was tomato wrap, hot potato salad, smallbread with three or more types of cheese spreads and lots of desser wedges all stacked up on nice silver-like displays. But I sat with Theresa and the finance department. The VP of finance was there and so was the accounting manager. Allan B. took the day off. My main fantasy guy took his lunch away from the crowd.
The costume winner was a “She-Devil” for $100 prize. “Tupac Shakur” and “Renaissance Man” followed as 2nd and 3rd, respectively. It’s obvious the company sold out – Satan, who is FEMALE! And Tupac lives! Amazingly he looks like the artist! The other big white guy is normal.
I took some pictures but the “Dark Angel” dressed in black with black wings got in the way. The “Poisonous Spider” looked all black and blue. There’s a couple of TALL and groovy guys with wigs from the 70’s – an Afro and the sideswept bangs.
I couldn’t get to sleep well last night because I was:
Like yesterday, Maw and I felt sleepy this morning. She and I closed out eyes during yesterday morning’s mass and napped! I believe she napped again this morning. I definitely snoozed a little bit.
She has been having her asthma attack the whole of this week and during the nights, just prior to our daily, evening rosary prayers. I especially have no been feeling “right” and laid-off the organic milk from home to put into my mug full of Flavia coffee at work. And John and Tess are sneezing like they got cooties here at work. Even the Viet wouldn’t stop coughing after he brought his whole family to Disneyland in Los Angeles, CA – the place of mostly reptilians (or reptoids). They are a bunch of creepy, people – loud, obnoxious and dry-humored clowns.
I believe the recent spraying of chemtrails during these foggy mornings have lead to the sick, flu-like feeling all around us. And that means I should stay indoors and avoid inhaling the spews during my walks around the buildings. But the sylphs yesterday and today are worknig overtime.
Like the divorced nutter, L0L!nda, who married her one-eyed, second husband, Juan, an illegal ALIEN, my VERY first “boyfriend”, who was a butt ugly, dark-skinned guy but had a good heart and a street wise attitude, had one eye – a “lazy left eye”! It was more prominent than his good, right eye, by the way.
His one eye could be compared to “The Eye of Providence, or the all-seeing eye of God” – one of many symbols of the Freemason.
We met over twenty years ago. So right there, I’ve been tagged by the Illuminati. I’ve read somewhere online that certain people are “chosen” and then “bred” with other reptilians (or reptoids) or something like that.
It’s no co-incidence folks! I once fell in love with my own one-eyed “Horus“!
The Eye of Horus is an ancient Egyptian symbol of protection and royal power from deities, in this case from Horus or Ra. The symbol is seen on images of Horus’ mother, Isis, and on other deities associated with her.
I was playing around with the background color and tried a “rough conversion” of the RGB number 122112, which was reduced to a web safe color of 003300. That’s a double digit of thirty-three in the middle with double digits of zero on either side. Plus, it is the color of a heart chakra – GREEN!
That’s what happens when I got too much on my mind from feeding “my family” and paying my debt settlement program to cursing that fat bastard Pete, the fear mongering TPTB and their demon seeds of pals to eternal hell damnation for being HEARTLESS . I burn-out, go to bed early, take only three hours to recharge my energy and then I’m behind the computer working again.
As a result, I’ve created a “home” page. It’s static. Because weblogs are supposed to be mostly “posts” and not a web site of mostly “pages”, setting the “front page” as a static page and not as the “[my] latest posts”, searches online will be reduce. And therefore, I expect my “blog stats” to be close to nothing.
All my pages (except the “home” page) is set to a “One column, no sidebar”. This is a feature found in the “Twenty-Ten” theme by the WordPress team, whom I hope will create more “THEME OPTIONS” found in other themes, such as sidebar positions.
It’s three o’clock in the morning and I’m up tweaking my newest page: Howdy! I’ve added the introduction, a YouTube.com video of moi firing a military rifle and links to the most recent 150 posts; so that that “page” lines up nicely with the LONG sidebar of the Twenty-Two theme.
Dashboard >> Settings >> Reading
Front page displays
A static page (select below)
Okay! What happened to my sunshine, clear blue skies, clouds and sylphs? Bring them back! For the past few hours, the foggy clouds came rolling in! Was it something I can’t afford to do this time? Wow! Is it that bad? Damn!
You can tell those other set of reptoids to burn in hell. They continue to fool me and others. I don’t know what else to think. Do you expect me to believe your kinds are capable of doing good? All I see and hear are lies!
How am I supposed to take the next course of action with uncertainties lurking in the near future? I guess I’m just supposed to kneel down on my knees and pray really hard. Is that it? It’s not supposed to happen this time? Wow!
“Manang, Flynn!”
~Mike
“Senior, Mike!”
~Moi
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I’m like, WTF? Isn’t that supposed to be an impolite way of addressing someone who is NOT an older sister and unmarried? I’m five years younger than he is and far from being married. But this is the polite way of addressing a Filipina for the Ilocano & Cebuano. Since I understand Tagalog, Mike should have addressed moi as Ate, not as in the past tense for eating food, but pronounced as “Ahh’ – te”.
Of course, I’m clueless and get thrown off easily by surprises. I had to explain that to him plus the fact that I’m “deaf”. So we walked off from the water fountain after he got his snacks of chips and the blue water bottle and after I finished dispensing my warm water between HOT and COLD.
OMG! So at around 2:44pm, Hoan comes to my desk and inquires if I got his email to respond, which I didn’t because he’s getting annoying. But what surprised me is his accusatory tone that the girl is learning more than she’s willing to share with us and making us look bad so that the Viet could sign her up as full-time. I told him I’m not worried because the place monitors our activities (with the in-house auditors here daily) and because of our past working backgrounds in A/R.
The Viet knows I’m loud and fight back like Tess but with humor so as not to offend. But I’m not going to fight to keep this job. She needs it more than me because of her bum brother and his daughter living with her and her boyfriend. Then again, I’ve got nowhere to go and would like to commit myself to another employer willing to pay me a few ducats for my hard work and knowledge.
For example, I know Excel macros, programming basic CSS and some HTML, A/R and accounting (like Alan B. up front near the executive area), Remedy/HelpDesk tickets, basic Desktop support and well, internal/external auditing support. So if you people want to dick with a pissed off “professional” with a mean streak, go right ahead. I don’t give a damn.
Honestly, I want control of the process and own it too. It’s just scheduling and pegging new orders for crying out loud!