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I’m still viewing the “current news” posted by Kenny boy. In my old/nagging/recurring thoughts, I do NOT like writers who are confusing people like me. A story can become sensational. Only when people like me are actually PRESENT during the event and can reasonably observe in MINUTE detail how such events progress, I cannot judge! The same goes for propaganda spread by mainstream media via cable news programming.

So for someone who is peaceful and minding its own business and gets arrested and/or brutalized by “enforcers” who jobs is to “rough them up” as the lingo goes among gang members (legal or not), doesn’t make sense.

It almost feels BOTH SIDES are ASKING for trouble. The best thing is to go peacefully without triggering emotions/instigating wars. These “common laws”, current rules/regulations/whatever were NOT put into place over many years just to torture people, like you and me.

We just need to be educated firmly/reminded gently and then hopefully our brains are fully functional and coherent enough to UNDERSTAND all these “pieces of papers”; so that we ALL can get along.

At time, I find that I cause accidents/troubles but if y’all can forgive naughtiness, giving three times to THINK on the next/BEST course of action, then y’all are okay in my books. But if y’all just force each other to comply pronto without communicating the data carefully and slowly, then we as a group are hopeless.

Brutality by police and pals is not nice. Equally, giving these “enforcers” a hard time is NOT nice. Remember, they too have family and may have that thug mentality. So just be careful NOT to trigger each other because everyone’s got problems. Okay? Good. Now behave! Sheesh!

I was browsing Kenny boy’s “current news” and came across the Indonesian usurper “putting his foot down” on a historical piece of furniture. Then a thought of fornications between a former president and an intern in that same “room” came to my small mind. I wonder how many bad people have brought/are bringing bad luck into that “office”.

It may be symbolic of his arrogance to show to the viewers of this photo that he doesn’t care about the past/history (or an inanimate object), such as that heavy wooden desk. Then a thought came to mind about how any school child, who put the feet on the desks, would be reprimanded by the school teacher.

I see this person as a mere child who thinks he could get away with anything. Something is “underfoot” (or rather “underway”) and we won’t know exactly how this “playbook” will proceed just from this photo-opportunity. Maybe, it’s close to “throwing a shoe” into the face of the enemy (just like what happened to George and Dana) or in the general direction of the opposition.

I really do NOT know.

During this morning’s sermon the priest told a joke.

In the restaurant, people were eating and enjoying themselves. Suddenly, a long-time parishioner walks in and screams: “Father Peter! Father Peter!”

The priest was too busy to notice and continued eating. But the woman continued to call out his name. The other parishioners who were seated told the priest and pointed to the woman who quickly approached him.

So he turned his head and wasn’t prepared because he didn’t recognize her. He stood up with food still in his mouth.

The woman was obviously excited to see him and said aloud: “Because of you I became pregnant!”

The way she said it sounded like he was the father of the unborn child. Actually he is the Father! Get it?

The way the woman phrased her thanks and gratitude was mistaken. Instead, she meant to say that the prayers from the protest blessed her with child!

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Received two heart jolts a few seconds apart 0137-0138. Once again, these sort of experiences are friendly reminders to get some rest/go to sleep.

Earlier, I was a bit frightful because I was tired but didn’t feel like sleeping. My mind imagined aliens following me or at least that strong presence was in the dark.

I was going downstairs to fetch my night guard in the dark! Of close, I had turned on my cellphone for lighting and that wasn’t night enough to assuage my fears.

So I hurriedly went towards the bathroom and quickly flipped the switch and felt temporary relief after the lights turned on.

I might have had too much coffee these past few days, even though our freshly brewed swill tasted watered-down. And maybe my system still had some residual caffeine because I’m still hyper!

Okay! At 0144 am, had my third heart/system jolt. Good night!

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To the Boss:

Well, I’ve finished pulling/scanning/saving/uploading pages of the music through November 2013. The shared folder is still uploading a couple more files: It’s 01:03 AM. (The project finished at 01:07 AM. Go check it out now!)

Honestly, this project is a pain. There are duplicate musics throughout the list of music. I know people won’t notice the duplications because, once again, most are there to pray and hardly anyone sings!

Please come back! You’re the best we have! If only your coverage and I could read off the Music Issue, just as you could, I’m sure we’d still be able to make beautiful music – TOGETHER!

Alas, y’all stuck me where I belong – with marital/musical misfits. Perhaps, my karma is so BAD that I’m NOT ready to be re-integrated back into society or at work. Only the Lawd knows!

My other thought was to separate each music to avoid printing duplicate music pieces/wasting pieces of paper and STAPLES, which your coverage uses. Don’t mind me! He’s funny, too!

He doesn’t nod all that obvious and joked that maybe he should wear a hat with something on top to cue us to stop/start. I was thinking a wizard hat. Anyway, we are messed up! We need to practice, dammit!

To the Boss:

So I told Maw about your Dad. One Saturday evening, he sat down directly behind me. I turned around to greet him – shook his hand, and noticed his wooden NAME TAG, which was held with a brown cord around his neck. It had a white with yellow center flower on the right of the jewelry/end of his name. Inwardly, I was delighted that he seemed so comfortable and proud to wear his FULL NAME in public. I held that name tag in my hand, admired it, and smiled. He said he came back from the Cursillo event held at the OLP. The dark-skinned/bald guy went there, too. He usually wears a red shirt.

Your Dad is a joker. I love it! Bahaha!

Wise cracker: “There is nothing we can do about the kids. Just enjoy yourself.” Unfortunately, I could sense that your Mom was NOT focused when the wise cracker told her that. She looked away as if we hit her nerve about family life or seemed distracted that is was really time to go home or that she was expecting us to join her tomorrow for a church function.

To the Boss: Your Mom terribly misses both you and your sister, who is too busy to visit from downtown and she told my parents what she told me many times – that y’all have your own houses. It was interesting that she didn’t correctly use the words “lives” or “lifestyles”, whichever case you may happen to pursue (tongue-in-cheek).

Although your Mom seemed all smiles, all excited and engaged to hear my younger brother talk about his marathon running (of using bear spray), deep down there is something weird (as per the Squirrel) about her. I can’t quite place my finger/figure out exactly either – maybe it’s the rat teeth/incisors – a sign of devouring or fire breathing or just plain talkative.

Anyway and for whatever reason, I was numb the whole time. I wasn’t really enjoying myself. I couldn’t quite hear the conversation because the background noise cannot be filtered entirely well with my EXPENSIVE hearing aides!

It was only through Maw a few minutes ago that I barely recall understood your Mom telling my parents that I was “heaven sent” and that you told your Mom that I did a lot to help/was an asset to the groups/whatever.

So that’s why I shun socialization. I’m trapped within myself because it’s too embarrassing and lonely NOT to be able to hear well and ultimately respond incorrectly/misunderstand everything! But as long as the place is quiet (like today at church) and the human voices/audio frequencies are male/deep, like yours, I could hear BARELY that you’d give up us the line of music for the remaining 2013 Year C. We’re still waiting! Come on! Chop! Chop!

At 0133am, I heard a single pop on my left hand side. I’ve been especially sensitive tonight after having sadness again and would feel the sound go through mt like system jolts.

A few minutes into laying down to bed since 0100 am, I heard more popping noises and responsed to those with heart jumping, brain filling sensations.

Again, these are friendly reminders from/by the Masonic pals for my tired mind to get some rest.

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From Random Notes and Random Thoughts to Thoughts Aside, I’ll just name my rants as Notes, or maybe Thoughts or simply Rants. I don’t know. I still like the date stamp followed by time stamp. I won’t use the “post format” of “Aside”.

Anyway, the wise cracker reminded me to straighten up my shoulders. She saw how I shuffled my body after the Host and stood crooked the whole time. I’ve been having rotor cuff problems/pains while sleeping on my sides and have been slouching all my life, like my paternal Auntie Malou, who is close to six feet in height. So we don’t like being seen as too tall, I guess.

Maybe I should just quit being seen in public/trying so hard/singing so loud/hoping to accompany and just count my blessings that the Lawd is truly merciful for my plight while stuck in this god-forsaken/fugly/human/female body. The Lawd has allowed me to be tucked away/saved me from further embarrassment in the comfort of my home – never to be seen or heard, except through my blogging.

Ooo! I noticed that Matt meister and pals have fulfilled my request/old ticket – the “Temporary Permalink. Click to edit this part” is automatically updated to reflect my indecisiveness for this “Post Title”. Wow! WordPress/Team Automattic – you’re the best! I’ll blog normally now but still has sadness.

Tonight’s sermon/prayer mass is for those who are unemployed. I made faces for the audience to figure out my situation. But people continue to doubt me. After six years of attending daily mass from Monday and Friday, I wonder if the parishioners take a hint – I’m completely broke and blacklisted for “knowing too much”.

I am still residing in Silicon Valley – a melting pot of interconnected groups that probably do NOT know my background. I REFUSE to sign up on those social/professional networking sites with my real/true agent name! Don’t y’all get it? The tone of my weblog reflects that frustrations. It’s too bad no one will understand. Truly, has sadness.