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Maw and Paw worked hard today to vacuum, mop and clean up the parakeets’ poop from the floor and sliding door. Maw pruned the dead branches and dried leaves from her potted plants and water the dried soil, too. She harvested fruits and thank the pomelo and persimmon trees.

I tried to show appreciation by thanking them under my breath. I was too dazed from work and crying several times throughout the day and during my lunch walk. The sunshine was out and the skies were crispy and blue. One almost heart-shaped, sylph appeared around 1:15pm as I made my way back from a clockwise roundabout through the construction zone.

Then Maw said in her soft voice and probably from being too damn tired:

“I love what I do. Whatever I touch, I love doing.”

Of course, I quipped back:

“If I don’t like to do it, I don’t touch it.”

She always has a way of triggering people and I always have a way of being nasty to her negativity EVERY FRIGGIN’ DAY from the beginning I was born. Perhaps, her “happy pills” were not ingested today. I don’t know. But she’s good at making comments to her favor and for whatever reason she fails to have any strength left to say the rosary. Sounds like someone is possessed: She keeps coughing when she tries to say the rosary and claims it is her asthma acting up. Yeah, right.

Anyway, if she is not happy with her environment, there is always heaven. Its gates are always wide open for good-hearted people like her. She prays everyday and sincerely, you know. And that makes her a saint and holier than people like me, who is already fed up with her “insanity” and displeasure in life. I can’t help her in that area.

“You have to respect your Maw and me.”

~Paw to moi in forehead blessing as usual after saying the rosary…

I would love to Paw. But Maw is driving herself and everyone around her insane. Perhaps, I need one drink to ease my mind. That’s right. It’s all my fault. I made the elderly cry again. My bad!

Each person is unique. For example, during my breaks, I’d like to walk. Keeping silent is a form of meditation, too, as I walk around appreciating nature and its beauty. I’m usually the silent, brooding type – always thinking and taking no action.

But when I walk with Mike, the adrenaline high of having the rare opportunity of a handsome companion makes me all the more talkative. I cannot believe I have lots to say no matter how ridiculous or incoherent. The words seem to flow much better when I’m excited and this “mask” is shown without drinking alcohol.

I have to apologize to my readers, mainly because my views are really conservative, calm, relaxed and traditional. I value my tradition – raising a family, getting married and working hard and honestly. While I don’t agree with many views of my religious organization, namely Catholic, which I’ve been borned into and raise into believing, I see it’s not really control but a means to foster strong foundation for the future generation.

Sure change is good. But certain social issues can be a bit of a pickle because some people are not ready for drastic change. Again, each person has the free-will to be good, bad or ugly. Each person has the ability to make right instead of choosing the path of wrong, meaning not to harm others or self-inflicted hurt.

While talk crank and nonsense about issues that are not popular around the children, it’s all in good fun and humor. That’s what I like about Mike – he can play with anyone, laugh about anything and just bring out the best in others. He’s a dog and a spook both rolled into one intelligent person. Other guys just got nothing to say. And that’s what makes for a boring time and useless blogging material.

So Hoan and I were keeping busy the best way possible. He is good with colors and offered to print a “distribution list” – highlighting his responsibilites from mine. Everything is current and we are just waiting for the chopping block to come down on our necks when our six-months temporary job assignment will have been completed. Hopefully, the head hunter(s) will have found us something better as far as pay rate and something that closely matches our skill sets. Although the current job position is data entry, our expertise is really in basic accounting. I told Mike during our return walk from lunch (last week or so) that Hoan and I were giggling between ourselves because we have accounting background and our temp assignment is too easy and mindless. But we don’t mind the LOWER pay rate as long as it puts food on our family’s table. The job description is VERY easy to handle.

I hate the internet! I hate browsing online! I hate the computer! I hate Facebook! I hate publicity!

Tonight, I deleted most of my messages on my Facebook wall, photos, videos and links. And those are saved on my personal computer. Perhaps I will share those tidbits on my WordPress.com account. I’m tempted to delete my Facebook account again because, frankly, it’s useless. There’s nothing interesting to read: Only people who are into business and those who are NOT humble (or private) need to post anything important on Facebook.

These fools want to be seen, noticed and heard. Honestly, they could all die for all I care, especially my vindictive bloodlines. They are a bunch of nutballs. Facebook is pretty much a memorial to those people seeking to be alive, to show how alive they are to the whole world; yet they are dead to those living.

Seriously, these people need a reality check and get rehabilitated into more traditional ways of living life. It’s annoying to see how stupid people talk about their sorry lives with their REAL identity and have other losers respond to their life’s situations via their walls. No one really cares to know the people in person. The impersonal nature of the internet is such a bad idea from the get-go.

Get a life, morons! Not unless you want to be a celebrity and sell out your personal information and family to other nutballs.

Yesterday, the divorced nutter and the illegal alien were working on top of the stand-alone patio, which still has a yellow-colored insulation still sticking downward towards our side of the fence.

This morning the lights of the divorced nutters’ white, Honda CR-V was turned on. I check this evening to see that the lights were turned off. I wonder how long it would take before the battery runs out of juice when the headlights of a vehicle such as hers remain on.

It’s creepy living next door to a bunch bad neighbors.