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To the Boss:

Yeah, “keep the change” and then some more with regards to my hair-balled/imposed idea to donate extra money (if you want/need) for the rush delivery of our new choir robes. I get anxious about lots of things, especially if ignored.

Oh yeah, take this for example, one choir member got pissed that you didn’t reply to his email. He was the same one that told me that he found you “boring”. So don’t think it’s me projecting on some make-believe others.

I’m bound not to reveal the names of naughty ones because it’s pointless to embarrass them further than necessary. The ones that I do reveal are on their last legs in life/journey anyway and are harmless and in no way a “threat”.

Haha! That’s another technique of “forcing” members to communicate more with each other. I told him that I’ll print out the weekly coversheets. I may give him photocopies of the same line of music. People like us just panic easily.

Again, I could easily go over your head without your permission and jump the boat to proceed with these annoying, yet, VERY easy administrative tasks. And I’m not trying to take over your “substitutes” expertise.

If he is being paid, that’s better than using people like me for “free”. Not really, I take that back. It’s good practice and like your Mom said, we are doing it for the love of music. Yes. Okay? Good.

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To the Boss:

I don’t want appreciation/compliments. I might throw up from “empathic” stomach aches and pains.

I want honest feedbacks and quick tips – for FREE! I can’t learn or improve if I don’t know WTF I’m supposed to do correctly!

Okay? Good? Now let it rip! I can take it. Aahhh!

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To the Boss:

I’m blogging while Claire/Ted talks with my parents. The visitors brought SHJ and IHM and we prayed SLOW to my frustrations. I texted your Mom about the event and I will add you to my prayers for us musical misfits (as per her request). I replied to her text that you are definitely the best we have and SV is blessed.

You are totally talented because you could “improvise” the music effortlessly! I really feel you could improve the place with your “ideas”, which I learned could easily lead to slavery if your aren’t appreciated, no matter how loyal you want to be. The “brutal audience” do have a lot to say, which is why I’ve been providing feedback.

(Maw sensed that you may NOT appreciate my honesty. Tough luck! If you are easily offended, forgive me. I meant only to show you the “light”, which is harsh and bright. If you can take it, bravo! If not, I’m sorry. I hope I’m not the one to make a mess for some personalities (like that mean, spandex-pants bitch who sat to my left,) who have DEEPER problems (probably jealousy of their own.)

So while I’m deaf and blogging, I’m catching snippets of conversations from the old farts. I now realized the reason why the Lawd brought us all together at our local parish: We all have unresolved troubles! Do NOT doubt me! Has sadness now! Feeling more emotional recently. I could sense your Mom is feeling something. She is fidgety!

Anyway, she texted me yesterday about her troubles with the old man. Bottom-line: Y’all need to be clear/communicate well in your wants and needs. So y’all won’t get lost one block apart and misunderstand and get pissed off like cats and dogs later on. I guess they are getting old, like my parents. Haha.

Further, there is NO exception for volunteers, who must provide their whereabouts and feedbacks if they are to participate with other members of the church.

Okay, now I had that list of music clipped towards you. But I guess you grabbed the wrong one! That’s for the choir! Never mind! I meant to provide that same email you sent to us, only the text from the .txt file printed out too small. Oh, well.

Let’s see. What else did I see? You flashed that Masonic sign! How dare you – copy cat! I did too and noticed some girls from the eastern pews were disturbed. Humph! That was before you sat down to play your beautiful “solo”.

Oh, yeah. Later, I got me another oblong piece of the main Eucharistic Host – this time from a shorter Vietnamese lady! I’m truly blessed! Did you see me display that through my teeth? I guess not! Bahaha! I’m weird. I don’t intend to stay at that church.

Wise cracker: “Instead of escalating military to Syria, just remove Assad via voters, snipers, whatever. Why send soldiers in harm’s way?”

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Facial skin has been breaking-out into red “bites” (probably from the tiny flea that I saw jumping around near our bamboo planet on the kitchen counter yesterday) and been strangely oily, which NEVER happened this much before! Either I must be getting hormonal or something. I’ve been feeling itchy lately and have been taking anti-histamine every other day to “relieve” the symptoms.

Maw thinks my pre-packages/diet-food regime may be the culprit. I’ve never had so much “nuts” or chocolate in my diet regime. It’s something that I should NOT re-order. Maybe the seasoning of herbs, which are like grass, in the “Italian” food dishes of tomato. I’m allergic to grass/weed, not trees! Great! I just answered my own “thoughts” as to why I’ve been feeling “inflamed” and “angry” as was my little hamster tail that popped out and reared its naughtiness two weeks ago.

OMG! While standing at the choir section, my “sixth sense” had to look left at the new/old officers of the KofC standing at front-most/right-section pews facing the altar. I caught site of the fourth person sitting from the center aisle. He had mousy gray hair. His “wife” was standing to his left. She might have looked Asian or something. The whole row was filled with officers.

Paw said someone from the “fold” sat behind Maw/him. They sat at their usual positions of this front-most/right-section of pews, but at the right aisle and four pews from the back of this section.

Anyway, what I saw, and I kid you not (a la “El Rushbeau” sound-bite), that he flashed a Masonic hand sign/al! It was the same one that politicians/whoever would use.

This first one, as already mentioned in my previous blog entries, was forming an inverted pyramid/triangle with fingertips/thumbs touching only and was resting at the solar plexus. It was quickly done upon my first sight and then returned as I would at the same location.

I looked away and straight ahead at the west-facing/eastern section of pews, where I saw more “white folks” standing at the pews and leaning at the back wall to their right.

I quickly flashed the same sign and returned my prayerful-fingers intertwined (as normal) over my solar plexus. This “neutral” position is to stabilize my injured rotor cuffs for both shoulders and nothing more, okay?!) No wonder my hands shook during the responsorial!

His second hand sign/al, which I’m NOT too familiar but have seen it somewhere, say, online. Anyway, his left thumb was resting inside his right/inner thumb, with the four digits/right fingers resting over the left hand/index finger area.

(That’s how I learn stuff. I just browse at the “weird stuff” and observe if such incidences would occur in my immediate sphere/surroundings.) Alas, my local parish is truly “blessed”. I may be the only “outsider” who knows this stuff. Wow. Bahaha! Hehe! Tehehe!

To the Boss:

OMG! “Brutal audience” prompting me to sing slower (like Joe) and clearer without vibrato and better pronounciation like the “Hee-Haw” gangs! Whatever! Has sadness! Need more practice! Too nervous! Hands shook! Evil Kitty curling up into a fuzz-ball and sulking again! OMG! Go away! Argh!

[Snickering in background. Hehe!]

I remember what Terry the tenor said: “I don’t do solos!” But his voice carried so well and loud. Argh!

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Technically, since America is suppose to be a “super-power”, Obama doesn’t need approval/authorization from Congress/U.N./G20/whatever. He could exercise the “pre-emptive” strike, if and when, the approval/authorization has NOT been done.

Had old/recurring thoughts of sequestered funding for military, in which personnel are NOT needed because of advance-computer technology and its accuracy to get the job done PRECISELY and QUICKLY. Moving whatever/whomever, given one week or so, won’t matter since tracking has been improved. Bahaha!

So this recent “test” of wills/wits surrounding Syria and pals will have passed with flying colors as long everyone realizes that y’all can get along even after exhausting all possible diplomacy/whatever. Eventually, we will all forget, just like the 9/11 event.

Regarding the refugees, that’s unfortunate. I guess America can open doors to anyone, who must do their jobs/pull their own weight/get along.

To the Boss:

With regards to the distracting conversation with the cane lady (I forgot her name), she mentioned a few things, which I hopefully heard correctly over your loud conversation with other choir members.

• That roll call was done to account for those who attended. You haven’t replied to my email regarding this “thought”, a word which I mumbled under my breath in disappointment after hearing what she said. I hung my head in sadness.
• That the choir used to number 72. It’s down to 20. That’s over a quarter of defectors! I call them traitors! (I guess it wouldn’t make sense to do a roll call for only a handful of dedicated choir members.)
• That the uniforms were worn during summer or something like that. I’m not entirely sure if I heard her correctly but this was the third/last comment she made.

So whatever y’all are doing/saying, y’all are on the same page again, except me! I have nothing to do with y’all, the church, or your damn gossips. As a matter of fact, I’m reporting all of your to “God” and pals (as if they don’t already know!) Go f^vk yourselves and know that y’all on my “naughty” list again! Huh!

While playing and singing the Sept 8 list of songs: E Holy, Holy, Holy TM 22; G The Lord is My Light 684; C Shepherd Me, O God 491; and S I Am the Bread of Life 343, I was asking my one and only audience what she thought – if I was loud or being phony. Lo and behold! She was fast asleep. After dusting the place and hosing the backyard, the old timer got tired.

So now I’m sneaking a quick blog on my new laptop computer, which I didn’t have a chance to use during last night’s choir rehearsal (with the assumption that some older farts have no access to the computer/internet).

At 1411 pm, a blue copter headed due south toward the general direction of downtown SJ and/or SJC. It has been making counter-clockwise circles dozens of times over our home and the divorced psycho nutter’s home, too since 1345 pm. So the duration of each “sweep” would last approximately one minute. That’s about two dozen times. I took two videos and three snapshots. But I can’t do anything with these “proof” because I couldn’t hold the damn digital camera steady!

Anyway, after a late lunch and during the cleaning in preparation to receive a graven/blessed image/statue of Mary this Sunday from the talkative nutter Claire, I’ve experienced cramps in my toes and ankles! My left toes (middle and ring digits) were the first to make Spock’s “live long and prosper” sign. After an hour or so into the cleaning and while chugging down two bananas and one cup mango/pineapple juice for a much needed potassium boost, my big right toe started to do an “reverse” Spock sign. The big toe cramped inward and towards the index toes.

So whatever happened between the time I viewed the copter making rounds and cleaning while sweating indoors (despite the air conditioner cooling the place), I might have gotten sprayed by invisible chemical sprays! That’s right! I was outdoors and watching the 90 degree bank towards the port side of the pilot as he/she/it/they rounded the northern corner of our block. What a show-off! Bravo!

I don’t know what to make with the whole incident. I kept pointing east of our home in reference to the illegal alien and the divorced psycho nutter. For a couple of runs, I stood discretely underneath the western corner of our patio and made upside-down triangle signs with both my palms at my navel. Other times I did an upright pyramid over the top of my head. Whatever. I was being weird.

On a side note, I noticed yesterday and two days ago, that Manong Ben reminded the parishioners to be gentle when lifting up the “kneelers”, which doesn’t have “bumpers” to soften the slamming noise. He spoke first in English and then in Filipino. Then he invited a Vietnamese guy to speak the same announcement in his language. (I noticed the parochial vicar would also follow-up any announcement in Vietnamese. And that’s good for our mostly Asian community.)

I believe that our pastor took note of our concern/complaint (with Maw being the most vocal and clearer representative than Paw and me) during that night at the house with nine other people. Also, he probably heard my recorded mumblings to this effect of providing a “FRIENDLY REMINDER”, which would include cleaning up after your mess, tidying up the pews, covering up your boobs and butts with appropriate attire (not the kind worn to parties), and watching your speed limit on and around the premises.

Listening to “El Rushbeau”: “There are no moderates in the Middle East”. Wise cracker says: “As long as they are being fed, it’s okay. Nowadays, they are taking advantage. THEY ARE ALL THUGS! It’s all about Obama.”

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