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To the Boss:

I scanned tonight’s hand-out and placed the copies in the shared folder. I also did the same for last night’s workshop. I liked the presider’s copy better than yours. It’s bigger and clearer.

Anyway, the recruiter who sat to my left is a god-damned, crazy bitch. Normally, I’d expect someone with politeness to excuse herself properly and graciously to the eldest member/original master prior to seating herself.

I clearly would NOT be able to hide my anger in public as I did tonight. Crazy bitches like her deserve a piece of my thuggish behavior. She is the wife of one of the altar server.

For the first hand-out, which is a new mass, I wasn’t sure if the crazy bitch liked or wanted a copy when I attempted to hand one to her. She didn’t move her body to reach out.

Instead, she kept her demonically-angled eyebrows, angry/fugly face straight and stern and retorted to me: “How about me? You aren’t the only looking at it.” But I flicked off that Visayan subtly with my left finger as I held the pages of two earlier hand-outs between my legs.

For the second hand-out for Advent, she demanded with her same demonic/angry face: “Give me one.” I said rather low and loudly: “Please.” She followed-up with “Please”. Nasty psycho.

Out of the corner of my left eye, I felt my bag move and saw her right knee touching the handle of my Coach bag. I slowly grabbed my personal property from my left side and moved it over to the right side – between the original master and me.

I rolled my eyeballs upward in disgust and turned my back to her and slouched slightly to my right, leaning against the pew to face the pastor/presider.

(I did the same thing – move away from the reptilian who would stop coughing behind me. This was during yesterday morning’s workshop. I had to move from the center aisle of the seventh pew on the BVM side and towards the center. He is also one of the altar servers.)

These strange incidences all transpired when the pastor was speaking of alleged “anonymous” phone call complaints (which he didn’t return) from the loudness of the microphone. He emphasized how the cantors would sing too loudly and up-close to the microphone.

Perhaps, the pastor was referring to the LOUDEST singer of the group – a pre-teenager who normally sings the “National Anthem” prior to local sports game. But the pastor glanced in my direction/looked at me several times.

I don’t know if you assholes want me to continue as “cantor” for any group. You idiots didn’t tell me that the microphone is sensitive until two Saturdays ago. Bunch of stupid old Filipinos with “recognition-deficient” attitudes!

I have NOT yet informed the lead of one group if I wanted to “cantor” this weekend – as per a text message from your Mom to do so. Hmm. I thought I heard her speaking behind us but I was too deaf to hear the contents.

I may have also heard your Dad and maybe you. (Damn I love your voice!) But I was too deaf to hear the audience asking questions. I couldn’t hear the presider of the workshop.

I did jot down some useless notes and nodded in approval of certain things she said, such as leaving too early and the moment of silence after Communion and all sorts of “desirable”, but not required changes.

Overall, I’m glad you and your “twin” showed up. I was surprised that many others from different groups attended tonight. I didn’t stick around to speak with anyone. Because there was little to say.

Just so you know, and as per my old blog entry which was probably dated last year, Gloria placed both her hands on my shoulders and jumped up and down in excitement. I froze in place as she giggled until she stopped. The group was talking in front of the parish. She did this maybe one or twice more.

I’m just doing my part to keep you away from the likes of Gloria S. The crazies are “in the house” of the Lawd Gawd! Maw reported to me that the crazy bitch, backed away from Maw who tried to offer a greeting with a hug. From then on we stopped going near her.

God-damned, crazy psychos!

Huh,

Flynn…

My life has been VERY busy on a daily basis! WTF? I thought I get to relax until I find work to help pay for Obamacare or at least start over with my life after tithing all my life’s savings to TPTB and pals!

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1. I already mailed my supporting documentations to my local county that overseas the Covered California portion for Medi-Cal in the included/provided self-addressed stamped envelope. But I forgot to put my address label on the upper left hand corner of the envelope! I hope they don’t loose it because both my CDL and SSN are inside! Dammit!f

2. Went to church and received another invitation via the Poitoid for a farewell party for a priest who will go back to the Philippines.

3. Barely remembered and bought four senior coffee (three decaf and one regular) at our local McD.

4. Dropped off Maw who patiently held/balanced the cardboard holder of these drinks.

5. Bought 21 gallons (three 5-gallons and two 3-gallons) of bottled water. We were so fast that Maw barely had time to sit down.

6. Left after 10:30 PM to locate a performing arts center. We plan to park at the handicapped VERY early. It would be our very first time to sit in this local place.

7. Went shopping at the DeCa and bought a 22 pound Butterball Turkey for T-day this month. Our grocery bill seemed lower. We noticed that the gasoline prices are lower, too. Hmm.

8. Got lost locating a wedding reception and ended up near a nice park where hikers and bikers enjoyed the marshlands/edges of the Bay Area. I had to make a U-turn to the next exit but realized that it was only a few blocks in the opposite direction because the sign was “crooked/hiding” behind tall trees. It’s a mostly “white” place.

9. Ate at Goldilocks. Had three dishes (two meat and one veggie) and two plates of rice – one of which Maw and I split; and two Halo-Halo dessert, which I also split with Maw. I’ve been violating my diet regime and will end up ballooning out after four months of loosing over thirty pounds. Lawd Gawd! Help strengthen my goals!

10. Went home, unloaded the grocery from the trunk of the MB E430 while staying INSIDE the garage and away from the surveillance video of the psycho Lolinda – damn bitch, washed two banana bunches, two cauliflower heads, four broccoli heads, one red bell pepper, one green bell pepper, and other stuff without Paw’s help, who did carry the HEAVY bottles of water instead.

11. Took my shower and left Maw/Paw to do their own things while blogging upstairs.

I don’t know a “Tommy” or a “knocker” on my window sill. Although another friendly reminder to get some sleep was heard nearby somewhere to my left. But before I drift off to sleep and while my laptop computer fully recharges to 100%, I’ll blog while listening to “America” or “Asia” on my GooglePlay.

Last night, I tried a Multi-Grain, Hot Cereal with Oats, Milled Flaxseed, Soy and more by HodgsonMill.com | Premium Quality since 1882. I usually eat “cereal” for breakfast – the kinds that kids like – colorful and full of sugar.

This is the first time I would eat this type of “porridge” for dinner instead of our staple Asian foodstuff – steam white rice, which is mostly glucose/sugar. I needed something to fill up my stomach and not load up the carb. I tasted the stuff and reflected how I could live on this foodstuff NOT complain.

A little garlic salt didn’t help boost the taste. And maybe it’s better that I avoid the outmoded food of mostly meat, such as “adobo” chicken, as I looked on with disdain that my parents ate without consideration/almost automatically of how a sentient being once was alive.

Ah, yes. I could have been one of those meditative Buddhist monk living in a little hut atop a snow mountain and meditate on my many “thoughts” and old memories from the windmills of my small mind. Often, I thought of how I could have lived as a hermit since no one know me or bothers to communicate with someone who doesn’t reach out to people.

Nay. I’m invisible as mentioned in my old blog entries. I would startle people from behind. Maybe I should practice being more invisible and untouchable and then find my own peace without the noise of insecure people who constantly need to communicate, just to “stay in touch” with their reality/dimension.

Alas, this is just another form of escapism – to get away from a reality/dimension froth with undesirable factors that can upset a pill bug to turn over. I’ve not seem many pill bugs. They are gone from our backyard as with many of nature’s life – I am forced to accept this fate.

Your pride is till too apparent. Yet thou hath humbled thine-self, knowing what a little speck of dust y’all are to mine eyes, though not a tear flowed from its redness, itchiness, nay actually, tiredness of reading, wondering, waiting – how long until ash becomes us?

Ah, yes. The cosmos. This hellish planet. It does have fine dirtiness suspended in air of which my thoughts wondered a few days ago – how nose hairs are able to filter out these particulates of ancient dinosaur breath or why are lungs don’t cake up in muddiness.

It’s amazing how hot and dry the desert can be – where y’all will find solitude and quietness, soon enough and all for messing around with people of clay. There you will have your peace forever among yourselves until the rain pours to give you another garden to grow…

To the Boss:

After this Sunday’s mass, what did your Mom announce to the other people about after 10:45 AM? Afterwards you looked pissed while announcing “something you don’t know about” – a workshop tomorrow evening? It’s just sitting/listening to the “presider” and participating a little bit with some hand-outs. That’s all.

So, am I really out of the loop? Fine. I don’t mind. (I rhymed again). Y’all are a bunch of cracker-heads anyway. Hey! Where did my stupid piece of paper go? It had my fugly-ass hand-writing on it! Dammit! It’s my proof/souvenir what a butt-head you are for NOT emailing me the “line up” of music.

Oo! Oo! I see similarities between you and the organist: swinging your legs back-and-forth, like little kids, while sitting on the bench! She did that while playing the recessional song. Hehe! That’s why I was smiling – not at your fugly-ass face but at her easy talent. No matter! If she still needs my crappy-ass white binder, so be it. If not, I don’t give a damn anymore. Just tell me off for crying out loud!

Huh,

Flynn…

Read Kenny boy’s “Latest Article” and also old Henry’s “opinions” about Satanists. OMG! I think the djinns were/are having a “ball” with these generational bloodlines. Yup. It’s too bad these humanized hybrids won’t ever understand their capabilities to do “better” than to go along with outmoded “traditions” of their “ancestors”. Yawn. I grow bored.

Anyway, a content in my blog entry yesterday (about stupid people who deserve their means) seem to have been “reflected” in old Henry recent “blog” entry about how Luciferians, for example, announce their agenda ahead of time to the masses, who, if they are too “stupid,” will get what they deserve.

Bahaha! Stuff like this resonates with whatever “thoughts” happen to “befall” my small mind. Oh well…

Be-aware ye brutish, online braggarts! Dare ye boast of yer “blog stats” from various countries/nations/whatever. Thine “viewers” may be using “mirrors” to hide their true origination. Such “spooky” falsehood cannot be emphasized/tolerated. Prepare to receive your “whack” by thine Purrfect Master, Evil Kitty!

Your layers and layers of onions didn’t bring you buckling down far enough on your knees or your face smothered into the ground below. Your tears didn’t flow strong enough as a mighty river or turn your soil into mud. Instead you offer your thanks to an unseen “force”! I squint my eyeballs in dismay.

Perhaps, you are not aware of “Tor Project: Anonymity Online | Protect your privacy. Defend yourself against network surveillance and traffic analysis”. Yes, now you know who’s-who and what’s-not. That includes you Kenny boy! Duh! Not unless y’all know how to trace the sources, which would be almost next to impossible.

Anyway, I tried “Tor” for maybe a few sessions until I gave up because of my impatience on how the service greatly slowed down my WordPress.com activities. “Tor” truly works but it has affected my “blog stats”: The countries do NOT properly reflect where the originating offender, err, viewer is located. I know because I “tested” it.

Ha!

“OBAMACARE ACCOUNTABILITY, SEN FORUM DEMANDS ANSWERS FROM SEBELIUS”

“JOHN CORNYN (R-TX) ENSURE FINANCE COMMITTEE” (The Kelly File/Foxnews)

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Since we’ve been going to morning mass and afterwards to grocery shoppings, we could not watch the Congressional hearings on Obamacare website issues and problems.

I could review the video archives but that would be at least two to three hours of “hearing” and the results would be the same – no repeal of the healtcare law, whatever.

Well, I was trying to “Submit Verification” via my state’s website that handles the healthcare insurance exchanges via HealthCare.gov but I keep getting an error message below:

User: [My “coveredca.com” account here] | Date: 2013-xx-xx xx:xx:xx.888

The connection was reset

The connection to the server was reset while the page was loading.

The site could be temporarily unavailable or too busy. Try again in a few moments.
If you are unable to load any pages, check your computer’s network connection.
If your computer or network is protected by a firewall or proxy, make sure that Firefox is permitted to access the Web.

[Try again]
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Here is a nice paragraph describing the “Submit Verification” page under the “Eligibility” section. Once again and as per a letter with VERY light-colored/faded blank ink (and probably from printing en mass), I still have until 11/11/2013 (a CIA symbolic sign/coding) to provide documentations:

“You can use this page to submit electronic copy of the required verification documents in order to ensure eligibility. Click here to know the contact address if in case you would like to submit the verification documents in person or by mail. Please submit all required verification documents within 30 days.”

Had a thought while reading the recent article on how to reinvent one’s self positively. It all boils down to everyone going through the same thing together while stuck in a proverbial pond of life and living and swimming, too.

Yesterday the “Hannitizer” mentioned something about “a pond”. Now that’s an allegorical imagery that I did NOT fully understand a few years ago when someone online said: “Welcome to the pond” or “Welcome to this side of the pond” or “Someone new to the/this pond”. I don’t remember exactly what he/she/it stated.

So while the main stream media constantly/daily tries to “stir” the “pond water” into agitation of stress, fear, and anxiety of those avid listeners to mind-controlled, cable-news programmings, I can’t help but “tune-out” the noise, knowing that if humanity as a WHOLE doesn’t FOCUS on what is more important than themselves and Obamacare/their health/family/whatever, we will end up going through another time-loop of re-learning things the slong and hard way.

Again, this may sound like “New Age clap-trap” (a la my favorite author’s wicked sense of humor), but y’all need to stop exploiting each other and your resources (animals, plants, minerals – that’s right I mean the poachers, sellers, profiteers, diamond/gold/silver diggers, whatever). It’s getting “humorous” and I’m NOT laughing!

I finished reading a recent poetry on my WordPress.com Reader about this “Matryoshka”. My first thought (after seeing these beautifully-painted/colored dolls from largest to smallest) were the layers of layers of onion peeling away an individual’s identity to reveal the truth – that each of us has a multitude of “inner beings” – each one unique in “size” up close (the ego) but really the same in appearance from “far away” (the soul).

Yikes! I was actually thinking of the “Legion” of demons possessing the host/victim from an online article about naughty djinns and how a blessed Sheikh prayed over someone, who used his martial arts training (a la Buddhist and pals) to harness the “chi power”, which really belonged to these naughty djinns, who resided inside his stomach and saw through his “human eyes”. The story went on to say that he drank the blessed water of the Sheikh for a few more days to “vomit” out the remaining “ectoplasm” from within, I think.

Anyway, I love a good story. Sometimes scary stories shake up my/our reality to keep from being “bored”. And with infinity being such a slong time, heck, learning about ourselves and who or what “gifts” we got to offer to each other via the Source of our “Lawd Gawd” – to listen to the inner voice and realize that we should take each step slowly and understand our true nature as “loving beings”.

I finished listening/reading to a recent article on my WordPress.com Reader about one’s true nature as loving. Phooey! The first word via this “possessed” human being is “ascension”. That’s a red flag for me. Why would a creature of “clay” (i.e humans) want to “ascend”/fly up/above/around/beyond in/to air/space? This makes no sense. Why don’t these “ascended masters” come down to earth, a virtual hellish planet, so they could taste a buck shot of lead, feel a frying pan of iron, and hear a sharp star of steel?

Surely, these “spiritual channelers” should know better than to spread that kind of nonsense to people who don’t give a damn/are too busy/tired to care. It’s good to know that various “aspects” of these unseen forces have “names” and that they would dare go through another voice-piece of the Lawd Gawd and inform mere humans that they are supposed to focus on “love”, which when done too much is the reversed spelling of “evol” (or “evil”).

In other words, these alleged illusions of this world are very much real. And I can see lots of meltdown in people occurring in person and via the “airwaves”, such as a recent transmission glitch by our AT&T service provider about an hour ago. (I had to change a channel to remove it’s “hiccup”). It doesn’t look good. And why?

I really would like to believe that everything has/comes from a Source, called “Gawd”. But that is far from my truth. From what I’ve been reading online, there are many factions going. I don’t know which ones, why, or how they continue to mess around with people. But for whatever it’s worth, I think there is a real battle going on within ourselves (as demons).

And by placating human beings with this “love and light” New Age clap-trap won’t pass in my books. Nope. I don’t mean for stupid human beings to be disobedience or cause a ruckus. I mean the fictitious nature of everything is fast becoming VERY apparent. It’s almost as if the story-lines are ever-changing, never-ending, and whole-hardheartedly humorous.

The other day I mentioned that perhaps the great writers are dead and TPTB and pals need something new to make eternity less “boring”. So we have Obamacare and “you can keep your plan, period” statement compared/coupled with “Love is always the answer, period.” Synchronicity? Nope. Djinn Possession.

And with other worldwide chaos/crisis, I see that a nice garden is being disrupted by stupid human monkeys because they forgot to love their immediate environment and instead would rather forgo its natural resources over illusions on the other side of the fence, namely Westernized countries and its interest in bling, money, Mammon, GMO, for example.

I see the “eugenics program” has potential but not without consequences. And I’ll leave that up to the Bible-thumpers to figure out how the hellish planet will end… Bahaha!