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  • Pay smells…

    For the past couple of days, I could NOT transact via my mobile application, even though the G4 network connection has been functioning — off and on — while the cell towers of death from radiation is being “upgraded” per a “free” phone call from a representative of my cell phone service provider four days ago .

    Perhaps, the system didn’t work because the bank is closed on weekends and the market is closed on Monday in observance of of the Fourth of July. So I’ll try again after the holiday(s) and get some FOOD on the table by Tuesday or Wednesday, whichever mood I’m happen to feel, or maybe NEVER because I’m going nowhere with these purple people.

    What would happen if I didn’t have a REAL computer at home and I relied on my stupid cellphone to get online? Maybe I should trade in this piece of junk and get an iPad or something similar, maybe a net book or something because I need a KEYBOARD to get my thoughts online faster. Using the cellphone keyboard is TOO difficult and TOO slow! I don’t like it! I’m angry again!

    Addendum-Draft saved at 4:13:44 am. Last edited by FLYNN on 20110703 at 04:09:37 AM UTC: Whoo! Hooo! At 21:12pm, the sucker was successfu;ly done. I don’t know what happened. Perhaps, the cellphone towers overheated for the past few days. So the “nom-noms” probably won’t reflect until next week. Oh, well.

  • 20110415-Humor Me

    While still seat to digest this morning’s breakfast at Denny’s, I brought up Allan B. as being a good boy to his mommy. He is married to a big cow from Mexico and from the looks of the wedding album he wasn’t smiling while holding the hands of his new bride, who was obviously glowing with joy for a potential green card!

    With him being a good boy and all, I then mentioned how he replaced his Ford Mustang with a Ford Focus as a phase from boyhood to manhood. And Maw was being a wise crack: “Of course, Allan had to buy a new car! It’s because the big butt of his wife won’t fit in the small seats of that sports car!”

    Paw love slapstick jokes and actually smiled even though he was in a foul mood this morning, repeating displeasures of a dirty leather seat of the restaurant’s booth and having the extra five bucks ready in his pocket for “Thuy”, the nice Vietnamese waitress who is pregnant with her Filipino husband’s first child. Yuch!

    Anyway, I wonder why Allan hasn’t made a kid yet, compared to these mass-producing chickens. It’s because he is still a white boy at heart, only balding and taller. The way he kissed his new bride was like a chicken — one peck on the lips and in obvious wonderment if his cow was real!

  • 20061019-Stubborn Student

    On Thursday, I’ve received a load of one-sided (but probably truthful) hot air from one my ‘watcher.’ And I didn’t know how to say, ‘Stop! You are giving me such a headache!’ I suffered in silence. The unfair part was me being caught in the middle again.

    My fault was not to provide honest feedback of my limitations to fulfill the role of receptive listener. My brain tends to drift after a few minutes. And no matter how much effort I try to hear and understand the troubled person, I might have said the wrong things (as usual).

    I wasn’t in the mood and too busy at work to debate with troubled people, who tend to make their troubles mine. My forte is not providing better guidance to those who seek. I, too, seem to throw lots of hot air around as my reflection in others. But I know when to stop and shut up, too.

    I realized that I cannot help everyone verbally, truly! I didn’t know how to stick to issues discussed but rather found myself entertaining their versions of reality. Everything is a game – politics or not. And I was not having fun with my lessons from this ‘watcher’ in the late afternoon prior to 03:00PM.

    I realized that most people have crossed my path to teach me vital lessons in life. The lessons are meant to hurt sometimes and I could only ask forgiveness for not knowing better and overrating myself.

    I’ve learned that my timid voice cannot be heard for this current lifetime. No amount of positive or enlightened reinforcement from any ‘watcher’ would override my karma – a very bad, potty mouth, which continues under my frustrated breath while working in front of an inanimate object – the computer.

    Computers provide lots of visual, audio and my favorite articles to keep my brain sharp and my senses entertained. My other sources of learning material are from two units who have been bickering recently. Both are valid in their own rights and in their versions of their own truths.

    Unfortunately, I do not believe either one and refused to play the middle person, if you will. I cannot be too close to them ‘friends’ when my time comes to leave this stink hole either. This is another reason why people misunderstand my being aloof as being a ‘beach’.

    No bill signed by our ‘elected’ leader could protect me from the truth that people have problems of their own that are not meant for me. There were, however, two other co-workers who that tried to interrupt the conversation between my ‘watcher’ and me after, say, thirty minutes.

    Perhaps they noticed some anomaly occurring in my area because people hardly talk to me and probably the nice cameras mounted on the ceiling nearby has observed the status my security. I did notice the whole place got really quiet as he made himself heard loudly more than I could in public. As a result, I remained very quiet the whole time.

    I am a stubborn student indeed and prefer to keep the status quo and not ruffle the feathers of those who are more tenured or senior in any working environment. I am trying not to play stupid and have observed the fearlessness of my ‘watcher.’

    He has demonstrated to me that anyone could be heard, if given a chance. Changes need to be made at this place. But, like so many other establishments with cogwheels that are not well greased, the changes seem to occur much slower.

    P.S. It’s up to our ‘superiors’ to decide our fate, duh. Mine has already been sealed. Yours will be next if you don’t wake up.

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