Tag: People

  • 20091002-Old Folks

    While holding my loose crap from this morning’s mass due to Ben shutting off the water for flushing the toilet and washing the hands, I had to wait for an old timer to stop talking for over 30 minutes! But at least I distracted myself with an occasional glance or more at the spiky-haired Filipino guy, who is probably the manager of the store.

    Maw bumped into Virgie, an old co-worker from the kitchen. She was shorter than us, doesn’t have medical disease and was VERY alert and talkative while we were shopping in SeaFood City. This is another sign of a nutter – someone whose conversation keeps going.

    She talked about losing her husband in July at 98 years old AND the day after his birthday and mostly her special needs child, whom she brought home under a `conservatorship program`. The state is paying the old woman to take care of the child, who is now 21 years old. If she claimed the child as a dependent or adopted her, the old lady would end up paying for the child’s care with her own money.

    The child’s name is Caroline Trevino, a Mexciana whose parents have not replied to a letter sent by this old but kind woman. Caroline was stiff in her specially-made bed prior to the `adoption`. But now she can get around in public with a walker, knows how to hook up her bag of milk to an feeding tube (due to weak swallowing muscles), speak English and Tagalog and find love from a blind lad, who visited her only three times in the past. But she cannot pull the bed sheets to cover her at night.

    I wonder if Obama’s health care insurance reform bill would continue to fund children with special needs and provided the much needed funds to those families who earn STATE money, just take care of these special children. The child’s face (per a CA driver’s license ID card) was very long. Her eyes were shrunken but her crooked smile is beautiful.

  • 20090730-Dirty Humans

    People are dirty! All cultures are dirty! While walking from our home to Manang Candy’s house, I noticed the ugliness of our neighbor’s front yards, especially the Chinese and Vietnamese. One lawn has knee-high weeds EVERYWHERE, one looks yellow like hay and one has small red, lava rocks!

    These types of people are uncaring to my standards. One can judge the appearance of the people residing inside the house by the looks of their lawns. Both the Chinese behind our backyard and the Filipino next to us have untidy backyards! Both houses have loud people inside and sounds of fighting constantly EVERYDAY, too!

    When we arrived at the old lady’s house, four small toy dogs barked and sniffed to greet Maw and I. Tyler, a well manicured, white and gray Bichon Frise, came out and sniffed around; while another one with white and orange patterns followed suit and would jump on my left leg to sniff my hands. I actually talked to both of them inside the house and told them in a firm tone of voice to stop (per dog training shows on televised programming).

    A third chocolate-colored dog was VERY overweight. I tried to telepathically tell it to start walking around to take off its weight. It barked and made almost human sounds in response to my conversation as I paid it too much attention. I had to stop. The fourth one kept quiet on the lap of the old fart while she chatted away with Maw. The three dogs are quite intelligent and behaved.

    Unfortunately, I wanted to leave the place as soon as possible because it was filthy and full of boxes and other dusty displays and out-of-place items, like medical bandages on top of the refrigerator! It was an eyesore inside! The dog hairs were stuck on the rugs, too! The furniture does not match and everything inside does not have any style.

    Mike, an old guy a decade or so the junior of his wife, Manang Candy, had a stroke. I kept asking the fool where the water dish of the dogs is after Tyler jumped on me and licked his nose in the attempt to drink the water in glass, which I brought from home. The idiot can’t think because of his stoke and forwarded the conversation to his white-haired broad.

    What was especially pitiful were two parakeets in squalid living conditions. Their poop is still in on the bottom of the cage! The light blue older female clung to the back corner out of fear from the barking of the stupid dogs. The lighter green female was also fearful. I tried to talk to them telepathically but they were too terrified. They were stuck in the dark corner in the kitchen.

    I hate people, seriously. Most of them are VERY dirty with lots of useless clutter and nick-knacks inside their drawers, cabinets, closet and garage, which really should be for the cars! People want to look cool and own cool things. But look at the way they live! How cool is that if their living conditions are like a pig sty?

    This is another reason why TPTB should NOT give in to all the demands of these dirty humans. People are by nature slovenly and grossly polluting of the environment. I see it with my own eyes! I remember my own relatives leaving Styrofoam plates and cups up in the mountains in the middle of nowhere of the Philippines. It’s truly a sad sight to recall to this day.

    Furthermore, Filipino houses stink with a distinct odor of sticky oil in the air, which is then transferred to hair and clothing. They eat lots of salty meat with sauces and dishes with lots of grease, which is where the flavor to their meals and ultimately sticks to their skins via the pores.

    I cannot believe the amount of trash that people spew out each day. Both our green-colored recycling bin and gray-colored garbage bin are ALWAYS half full each week. Can you imagine the whole population with that stuff plus unknown crap accumulated indoors as keep sakes that would make a pack rat proud?

    I’m disgusted with people, seriously. All this love and light and potential for spiritual ascension in mere HUMAN beings is NONSENSE. People are dirty, period. From resin to metal shavings and other pollutants, I would hope that they are gone from the face of this planet. Sorry: It’s true.

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