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Finished watching XP2’s recent YouTube.com videos, which is better because he controls his potty mouth better, sorta. He still says bitch. Maybe he’s got a bad case of cooties from girls or something. I don’t know. The child is still funny, though. Haha.

Anyway, there is nothing to fear about the paranormal. Remember, they are naughty spirits and lost souls, who got eternity to mess around with people. So if y’all got poltergeist problems, run away fast or at least try to tell them to stop frightening people. Then run away fast.

I’ve never seen a ghost yet, but could sense their “heavy” presence, especially late at night when I’m all alone and my mind is tired. I would wave at them in greetings, just in case they might get offended. I mean, what cha gonna do? Throw out your unseen/uninvited guest(s)? So when I hear the walls popping, they remind me to sleep, which is a good thing. Alright? Good!

I’ve encountered tsome brown/gray aliens, which the bitch denies a being “only in my head”. Lots of humantoids, too, which is my new word to describe reptoids who look human but act nasty, play dirty, and other shit. And none of them were scary but can be VERY annoying if y’all not prepared to accept their reality/presence.

That’s all I have to say.

Per my old smartphone notes 09/14/2013:

0947, nepotism, politics families related. Sometime about Paw’s tendency to repeat what the fuckers in a singing group practices. Same thing with our representatives of the USA.

Per my old smartphone notes 09/10/2013:

1857, “brilliant speaker, worse president”. A soundbite from the Squirrel about Obama that evening.

Per my old smartphone notes 09/03/2013:

1938, Something about Solomon west earns Congress not to be scapegoat for president in Syrian history, Hannibal, Italy, Spain, Carthage on the record, FoxNews, gets.

Per my old smartphone notes 09/01/2013:

0900, Something about screening background in the Philippine before being recruited in the US NAVY.

0859, Ella and Charlie are the names of two dogs. They are brothers and sisters of the admiral’s wife, whom Paw served as a steward, trained in San Diego, CA. Two stewards were walking the dogs. Sometimes the wife would let them loose. The siblings chased a squirrel. The two Filipino stewards were too slow to catch up with the two dogs. So the Admiral ordered a couple of Marine guards to chase/fetch her two dogs.

Per my old smartphone notes 09/14/2013:

0933, Maw talked about how her late father collected mildew from off the leaves to help cure throat problems. His “patients” would drink the mixed concoction with water. The people of this old town didn’t have anything to help treat their sickness/ailment. For fresh wounds (“sugat“) or itchiness (“galis“), the treatment would be salt and water. Unlike her late mother, her father was full of talent just like the Squirrel, who can have extra perception if he is interested in using that special gift of discerning “bad people”.

0931, to treat painful teeth, he hammer a nail into a piece of wood and pray. He would ask the “patient” is the pain was still present and if it was, he would tap the nail a little bit at a time until the painful teeth went away. For the child with baby teeth ready to come out, he would tie the loose tooth with a regular piece of string and distract them by telling them to look up at the ceiling for the crawling lizard (“butiki“). And then the child looked up, he would pull the string fast and they didn’t feel the pain until a later on.

Per my old smartphone notes on 20130914-2107:

Maw shared her old story about how five beautiful young nurses made it abroad with the help of the personnel of the military and the government. They were picked-up among the rest and were told not to tell anyone who helped them.

They had free transportation to their jobs overseas. But they worked and lived together, sharing expenses for the rent of the apartment they shared.

So anyone, such as parents or complete strangers, could be your benefactors. They both helped Maw succeed and become the person she is today. That’s why it’s important to “look back” on how you achieved much in your life.

Well, I just blew out a green booger from my left sinus. It’s allergies. The sinus pressure and nasal congestion continue. I was gagging/lost my voice during the “Holy, Holy, Holy” this mid-morning. I felt hot under the collar and had to remove the topmost button to cool off. I knew I was sick and had to hold back my cough “spells” while pretending to mouth the hymn.

Earlier this evening, I felt a “pop” on my right wrist. Lo and behold, I saw a red mark. It is raise. It looks like a miniature hive. It is directly over my now popping vein. Maw said it was the pre-packaged food. At that time, I was browsing the “Shop” section of my new NOOK, which the Boss inquired between that and Kindle, and held it up to show the original choir master, who refused because old people don’t know how to use electronic devices.

Anyway, Maw noticed the Boss talking with Kathy, whom I talked with about her driving in the WRONG direction of the unpaved/dirt road, which didn’t have any attendant. I was sitting inside the Mazda Protégé watching her reverse out of the way. She found a second slot to the right-most area, nearest the sidewalk. It was wide enough for a wide pick-up truck.

So I re-parked the car to the left-most section, nearest the stairway leading to the eastside parking lot of our local parish. The mass went well. But I was not listening/could hear the priest speaking and was busying myself with the NOOK and “practicing” what areas I could sing for “On Eagle’s Wings”. The complex version switched from D-major to E-flat major. But the “Music Issue” only had the former.

We left and then relaxed at home.

To the Boss:

I replied to your “substitute’s” email about one hour ago.

The songs in the “Music Issue” are easy and rehearsing one hour prior to the start of mass on Saturday evenings is more convenient for me.

I already knew the singers NEVER showed up every Thursday nights and until recently Monday nights. Most are too busy and too tired after work during the weekdays.

So I was wondering why we even bothered rehearsing for this singing group and I have been playing along with you Mom to show my “support”.

I am flexible to whatever the group decides. (Or alternatively, I don’t care/give a damn/hoot.)

Huh,

Flynn…

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“Rare sign of bipartisanship | Furloughed federal workers to get paid for not working” (San Jose Mercury News, 10/06/13)

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*Off-topic rant:

I still don’t understand the word “furloughed”. It means a temporary “lay-off”.

If they didn’t “show up”/put in the hours for work, they don’t get paid, though no fault of their own!

“Let employees work for the pay they’re going to receive.”

Maw said she received “back-pay” long ago back in 1995 during the Clinton administration, but must and has continued to work in order to receive her money.

“the government will be unable to pay all its bills, including interest on debt”

Well, that would explain waiting for nothing after 13 slong years! And that would include the stuff on “pieces of papers”.

“a debt-ceiling increase” “to deep spending cuts”

Okay, y’all (government) need to close your check books/cut your credit cards, even if it means to “tighten your belts”, meaning forgo luxury items and services and starve yourselves with cold cuts, bread, and water of necessary. Don’t rack up interest. Pay your principles first. Cut your electricity usage (no more great palming overseas via federal contractors and pals). Cut your gasoline consumption/don’t use your vehicles, and walk the “long, hard path” by feet, even if y’all have to go without shoes!

Bottom-line: Pay your bills!

“What is revenge porn?” (Geraldo at Large/FoxNews)

Bottom-line: Revenge is NOT nice. If y’all want to avoid any sort of embarrassment/revenge, don’t be a “selfie” by taking your own (or someone else) photos, videos, audios, or blogs, for that matter, and post online. Keep private matters away from online activities for safety. Outdoor matters is public domain and may be fair game for spying, of course.

At 2257, I had an old thought about Minh D. She was a short Vietnamese girl with VERY long hI/straight hair. She wore proactive clothing and I recall how her single mother had a difficult time taking her “wild-child”.

She is “specially-gifted”, too, and uses her ability to hang-out at dance clubs and meet-up with different men. I didn’t know of her unique gift long ago until learning about a group of people-colored people for a few years now.

I recall her talking to me over the phone about revenge against her Italian boyfriend. Something happened and she “egged” his car. He got mad, of course. Come to think of it, it’s bad behavior and a waste of unborn baby chickens.

I don’t know what happened to her. The Squirrel mentioned that she was/is a buyer making $60,000 annually. Whatever.

I did not get one… I’ve never received an anonymous letter neither about love or light nor hell and back.

Today, I did, however, receive a Costco magazine as part of the Executive Club membership and a postcard informing me of new hearing aide office.

I am waiting and hoping for a phone call or anything to re-assure me that I haven’t been “dissed” by TPTB and pals.

There are times I wonder if I would ever receive a love letter. Now, that would be nice and a first. But all I ever get are disappointments and sadness.

So, yeah, maybe I did get one. But I don’t know what “letter” to look for. Is it a symbol or sign?

Noticing my veins popping out from the areas of my hands, wrists, and forearms. I am still going to loose more weight but keep stopping around 150 pounds, if y’all must know. Muscle-building, remember?

Must have been the result of using our ZAAZ 20K at an increased speed, while earlier this afternoon, prompted a BIG dump into the toilet.

I tried up to the maximum speed of 99 and down to 80 and then 70 sustained until the major bowel movement. Tonight, one was in the 60 and 50. I feel good with 80 but my feet/callus hurt!

Been coughing more frequently. Two days ago, produced lots of mucus and was able to expel from my congested left sinus, a small green mucus booger, the one that if not removed promptly, would have caused my flu-like symptoms for months.

Earlier this evening around 1900, while waiting at the Panda Express line to order two quarts of Chow Mein noodles, I told Paw about the non-sticky chemtrails being laid towards the southeast direction. The orange-reflected, double chemtrails looked VERY sharp against the crispy, clear blue dusk skies.

Around 1615, the weather was VERY warm yet a cool breeze blew as we three walked VERY slowly one block of Quincy towards tonight’s parish festival going on until ten tonight!

Lots of calm happy mixed families, three big rides, one “choo-choo” train powered by stinky diesel gasoline and driven by an old white guy. I liked “Country Bill”. He sang “Digging Up Bones” by Meryl Haggard. I sang along from the distance at the northeast, yellow-ramped corner.

At the same time that Fossil Farm was setting up their singing equipment, an old white/silver-bearded, tanned white guy made direct eye contact avec moi. Yup. He kept looking at our group of four – Twosome, Myrna the Ilocano (Maw’s co-worker), and moi.

Again, I tend to attract the “bad guys” – divorced, widowers, fugly ones that are dogs (like the Boss), and, well, the thugs – real hard-core kinds. That’s why I remain single. I got a line up of worthy ones to “serve”. Though I’ve traveled that road, I’m still up but the Lawd Gawd has other stupid plans for moi!

That’s why church-going is “not my cup of tea”. I’m really a bad influence on the kids and it’s VERY difficult for me to stop misleading them to be naughty thugs. I’m such a faker with my baby face and serene smile with nun-like “air” du fart! Gawd! I gotta leave town for good! It’s the only way to excuse myself from other gossiping fakers!

To the Boss:

I’m so full of Sloppy Joe/white rice, chayote squash, and strawberry cake that I can hardly breathe!

Towards the end of mass, Some of us started coughing from the COLD indoor air blowing into our faces! The powerhouse singer continued coughing bad, Ate Eme started gagging, and I felt bronchial spasms of itchiness, even after administering my inhalation aerosol!

Ths cantoring went well but messed up because the NOOK turned one page. I was hoping the powerhouse singer of the “National Anthem” would do both respond and acclaim, but she opened up the response; while I did the three verses and acclaim.

We didn’t do the Lord Have Mercy. And everyone sang the list of four hymns VERY well, thanks to the guitarist. The flutist was there and so was his little girl.

Huh,

Flynn…