Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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20120220-Random Notes

Here are my boring notes via the “Memo” app of my smart/cellphone:

2012/02/20 19:17. After eating dinner, I had another stray thought. It’s an old thought in which I could hear my voice echo as if within the “Hall Of Records”. The strange echos from my louder than usual voice were heard on several occasions. I’m NOT kidding, including hearing a certain tone/chime on my “right” field of hearing that ONE other time (as per my OLD blog).

2012/02/20 10:29. We were listening to this morning’s local radio station with the funny Brian Sussman and that boring Morgan, what’s her name. The electric car needs an electric outlet to recharge. The electricity bill will sky rocket from usage. The battery can loose power over time, just like my stupid smart/cellphone, which needs CONSTANT recharge because I use the internet more frequently.

The talk was about the Chevy Volt compared to the Ford Focus, which is supposed to run better; since Ford was the only American car manufacturer that did NOT take the government bail money.

2012/02/20 09:44. At 09:43, I broke open/ate a fortune cookie and read: “YOUR HARD WORK IS ABOUT TO PAY OFF”.

2012/02/20 08:09. This morning, Father Mike, sort of re-iterated his sermon from Saturday evening, in which he discussed how the American political system is supposed to be designed for the “COMMON GOOD”. His major was American history with concentrations in the American War of 1812 and another one, which I forgot.

During the closing remarks of Saturday evening’s mass, he spoke in FLUENT Spanish and even pronounced the “Alameda County” with such finesse! This was in regards to the “Californians for Parental Rights” petition (which is supposed to “Protect a Parent’s Right to Know”) that at least six Filipino women where “encouraging” the parishioners to sign.

More information on petition

The plan was to get a bill into legislation. Maw and Paw signed the “piece of paper”. I didn’t say a word and wanted to knock a pen held up for me to sign while I took a photo of the information section on the bottom the petition.

My problem with this “side of the game” are the parents who don’t believe in abortions. Laws are supposed to be in place to protect the minor from abuses from within the family AND outside the family. I can “see” how abortions are more common among common folks, meaning Hispanics and Black. “Don’t doubt me.” (I borrowed/stole this sound-bite from “El Rushbeau”, of course).

I don’t see how this or any petition CAN be verified if DISHONEST people don’t comply: 1) to being at least 18 years of age and 2) to being a registered voter and a resident of their respective county. I can see “fraud” can happen at this level as much in “caucuses” and in “general elections”.

Going back to this morning’s sermon, Father Mike mentioned how there are freedom of religion and freedom to worship. (08:10) In my mind, “birth control” is NOT the issue. Anyone who wants to protect themselves against unwanted pregnancy should be allowed to do so regardless of anyone’s religious “freedom” and “moral compass”. The point is to preserve fathers from being sued, to prevent mothers from suffering and to avoid children from dying needlessly. You friggin’ righteious morons!

2012-02-20
Chemtrail skies…

Here are two photos I just took of a single chemtrail coming from south to north, a third one showing double chemtrails and the fourth photo spring a smiling sylph:

Chemtrail through center window

Chemtrail through right window

Double chemtrails

Smiling sylph

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2012-02-12
Two busy days…

Yesterday was weird — morning mass, bloodwork for me, renewal of a prescription, an echocardiogram for Maw and then the doctor’s followup. I had taken my naps inside Paw’s Mazda while waiting for the last three activities of that day. After driving off homebound, Maw needed to crap. So I made a U-turn and parked in the handicapped zone until they finished. During lunch today, Maw reported to me that Paw was losing his mind. He had hurriedly ran into the elevator, thinking that Maw had an appointment!

“Sir! Hold on! We need to use the elevator!” Paw exclaimed to a stranger while waiting for Maw to come inside the elevator.

“Get out there! There is no appointment! I’m going home!” Maw hollered at him.

For a few minutes, the old man stood motionless, thought some more and figured out his goof. Both of them left the building without me knowing what had happened as I drove us home.

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Today was weird, too. Since Maw had a severe case of gout since yesterday, she needed to use the maroon-colored, aluminum cane. Again, Paw wasn’t thinking and had removed the walker from the Mazda’s trunk yesterday (as his normal habit would dictate without fail) and replaced it into the Mazda trunk again but in error because Maw needed the wheelchair instead! So the old woman struggled walking towards her appointment with the primary care physician. She struggled some more inside the DeCA with what should have been her sitting on the wheelchair.

Later on tonight, I fnished washing the dishes after dinner and Maw needed her gout pills. Paw had no idea what those were or where they were located. Maw refused to help him figure out what he should have known, had he gotten involved with her medicines and taken care of the wife. He upset both Maw and me, enough so that during lunch I hollered at him: “We are all going to die! Stop denying you are NOT old and accept that you are getting senile!”

His true, thick-skinned nature is coming out ever since we refused to allow him to slow us down with his stubbornness in 2006. In retaliation, he refused to join us in saying the rosary tonight. We sensed that his kinds really don’t care for the extra baggage of sick and disabled people and really don’t lift a finger beyond their usual routine. Anything outside of themselves and their comfort zone is disregarded — plain and simple, without much consideration to understand the necessity of showing compassion during times of need.

“I’m sorry!” Maw told me as I tucked her in for tonight. “I’m sorry for upsetting you.” Of course, I retorted unkind words because my sentiments are also thick like blood pudding, a Filipino stew, and I left the bedroom to blog this entry.

2012-01-19
20120118-Text Messaging

The boy came over to report that he had a bird “in the palm of his hand.” But we were just leaving at around 12:55pm for Maw’s echo-cardiogram at 1:30pm.

Here are two photos sent from his text message via his cellphone at 13:49 today:

Bird in palm

Upclose bird in palm

Like an old photo showing a little butterfly sitting on DB’s index finger, my brother is also blessed/connected with the beauty of nature. Both have good hearts/souls.

He said that the bird was cold and he picked it up from the parking lot at his work. He brought it into his car, warmed up he interior and wanted us to care for it. When the bird saw the window/door of his car open up, it flew away in/around our neighborhood.

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2012-01-18
20120118-Random Notes

Here are my notes via the Memo app of my smart/cell phone:

18:07. Maw said that the cardiologist has a THICK medical record. He was having a difficult time reading the EKG results this day. Maw thinks he is guessing.

14:56. Saw that the Mazda’s dashboard read as 37,177 (odometer).

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20:30. I was trolling TDM site and saw that the total pageview showed 2,144. Hello! Who are you? What are you? What do you want from me?

Total Pageviews 2,144

10:42. Here is a photo of the brown/sticky bandage holding down a small cotton ball over the pin-prick sized wound/site of my HAIRY skin on the right arm for this morning’s blood work of $290.20 in CASH.

03: 52. This morning there was a pungent, across, skunk-like smell inside my bedroom. I awoke briefly to see the DC zapper buzzing vertically on the inside of my upper right arm; since I was lying on my right side. There may have been some slight odor upstairs when I went to use the bathroom.

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2012-01-18
20120111-Text Messaging

Sent via text message at 11:51 AM.

“Ok thank you, Meine Schwester”

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An image showing surprised kitty cat in awe for two business references in repairing heaters and doing plumbing.

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2012-01-11
20120105-Random Notes

Here are my notes taken via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:

01/05/2012 18:55. Maw said that when and if she and Paw passed on, I’ll be left to defend myself. The boy suggested buying a shotgun instead of a regular pistol. The shotgun will spray wider but not penetrate the walls to the house. The gapping hold of the buckshots would cover an entire abdomen. Whereas a regular pistol would be MUCH harder to aim. *Off-topic: It’s true. Even assault weapons are too dangerous and VERY difficult to aim with pin-point accuracy, even with a scope.

01/05/2012 18:54. The boy told us of how Fred, the hunter suggested firing a warning shot before killing an intruder. For example, a sofa was propped up against the door in the hopes of preventing an intruder from breaking and entering their property. That didn’t work. So the lady, in defense of her two sons, she fired last minute and killed the guy. *Off-topic: It would be wise to warn the intruder of your gun, your intention to use the gun and a three strike countdown before firing your warning shot.

01/05/2012 18:53. The boy told us of how the Russians could have defeated the Japanese. But since the Japanese found that they could defeat the Russians and decided to conquer other countries, there was a World War Two.

01/05/2012 18:47. The boy told of the twit’s friend, Keiko, a Japanese who married a white boy named Bill. Well, Keiko read some history books from the family, who owns a general business for hunting. She found interest in what she read and in so doing discovered how their accountant embezzled $22 million in slush funds. The family merely fired the accountant.

01/05/2012 18:33. The boy told us there was a handiman who was fifty years old. He used to be sniper in the Soviet Army and killed some Talibans. One day he needed help from Michael, a Vietnamese, who was known to piss off people. Well, he did answered back and told off the Russian, who was raising hell: “Why don’t you understand me?” The boy didn’t tell Michael afterwards and was worried about getting the soldier angry. *Off-topic: That’s why it’s important to be polite to ALL race and groups because each person has a STORY!

01/05/2012 18:32. John was enlisted (as part of being a Korean) in the army. He won a Korean medal of honor for fighting in Vietnam (for a war with Korea).

01/05/2012 18:31. The boy told us that he emailed John to calm down. But because John is Korean and had a bad attitude of being on top of everyone else, he didn’t take the time to DOUBLE CHECK his equipment. The premonition had already manifested. *Off-topic: Again, it would be wise to listen to the wise before rushing into things.

01/05/2012 18:30. The boy told us further how John couldn’t find parking. So the group went ahead of him. He parked his car and little did they know, he sprinted in the hopes of catching up with the group. He didn’t see his friends and went double the speed necessary, even though they were already going full speed. Later, the group saw some guy crashed in front of them. He was going fast recklessly. It so happened that he forgot his shoe clip and wore regular shoe. I saw in my mind’s eye how his right foot slipped off the pedal and he lost control of the bike and became paralyzed. He was working late in the night the day before the biking event.

01/05/2012 18:29. The boy told us how he e-mailed his Korean friend, John, NOT to go down hill so fast. John’s friend told the boy that John’s left side is numb and there is mild paralysis on the left side of his body.

01/05/2012 18:25. On March 14, 1967, Maw became a registered nurse. She told us of how she passed the board while feeling sick with the boy, who was/is good luck to her. She was guessing on the answers.

01/05/2012 18:24. Maw told us of how she had to chart the patients’ medical records in the dark long ago.

01/05/2012 18:23. Maw told us of how a “major” in a private hospital in the Philippines gave Maw the opportunity to work for two years, free from the university. It was one incentive to recruit foreigners.

01/05/2012 18:22. Maw told us that the people of Holland have to get the government’s permission to marry. The newlywed has to wait until there is an apartment available.

01/05/2012 18:21. The boy told us of how the people in Spain live in such small dwellings that they’d have to go out. That’s why there are lots of coffee shops and bars.

01/05/2012 18:21. Maw said that the people of Holland have rooms the size of our dining room. The bed is the size of a bunker. They wash dishes with two basins of water — one soapy and one clean. Sometimes the dishes still have suds.

01/05/2012 18:20. The sister of a co-worker lived in Germany, where the people are paid enough by the govt and don’t worry about paying for their houses.

01/05/2012 18:18. The boycame over to eat a light dinner, which we waved from the freezer. He told us of how the people of Spain eat “dinner” at 10:00pm and how businesses are “forced” to give their workers at least three months paid vacation.

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01/05/2012 16:32. At 16:07, I finished ten minutes of percussions with both of my hands upon the entire back of Maw while she coughed out thick mucus and two light-colored phlegm. Thanks to the 9-day Prednisone and 5-day antibiotics regime, she won’t have pneumonia.

01/05/2012 14:27. Maw mentioned how she doesn’t like retaliation. She said that Paw and her are fine; yet they are being blamed for not getting along with ungrateful relatives. She wondered how it all started. Gee! Let me recap on an old story:

Look what happened to the Chingster, she is/has been holding a grudge for over 23 years since the divorce with her husband. I don’t blame her for all the hurt the in-laws have caused her. But it was NOT fair for her only daughter to have suffered an unkind fate. Pride does that to people and everyone near gets affected, I’m afraid.

01/05/2012 14:15. Since parents want their own children to be successful, not all children have the best. For example, “Minh” has a daughter-in-law from Cavite, Philippines. Her mother has taken precedence over daughter’s life. “Minh’s” son has no choice but to go along with the wife because he already has children with her. In another example and although the boy and his wifey have jobs and own a home, it doesn’t matter if they don’t have children. Maw said they will find out later in life that earning over $100K income combined doesn’t replace life through the eyes of little ones.

01/05/2012 14:14. Maw mentioned how it didn’t matter if children ever remember their parents for what they are worth. She mentioned how her parents and greats have left their real property. The point is that parents are supposed to be happy/grateful that their children is at least successful with jobs and at least own their own home and make children, too.

01/05/2012 13:12 – 13:13. While watching a cable news programming on television, my thoughts were about protecting the environment by keeping the polluters inside the Union and punishing them for breaking environmental regulations. Neil was talking/interviewing with another man who mentioned how the Japanese (business) model would punish those who do NOT stay in the (labor) union.

01/05/2012 13:10. I mentioned to Maw how Uncle Ver doesn’t really like the Ampy’s side. I sensed he was putting up his pock-marked cheeks with the kisses from her little nieces and nephews the other time we saw them in the world buffet restaurant in Fremont, CA. Essentially, the gigalo is stuck with Ampy because he has nowhere to go. Even if he gambled three-months worth of mortgage money, the second wife has done a grave sin against two families and she won’t be talking with her ever.

Uncle Ver blamed Aunt-in-law Bella for gossiping, which was really an outlet for telling the whole truth. She just happened to unload her truth on the wrong people. She too had nowhere to go since her husband, my Uncle Dead has been insane from the beginning. Uncle Dead told Maw that it was too much to pay $30 a month for his stay with the Chingster. It was too much salt and pepper, paper and napkins in his books. This data/sentiment was revealed to Maw long ago. It goes to show how he was after money (or didn’t care about the “in-laws”). Even Aunt-in-law Babble complained to Maw that it was too expensive to pay monthly to the Chingster for their stay even after Butch, her daughter, was born!

01/05/2012. Somewhere around lunchtime, I gave the four adult parakeets a much-needed bath outdoors. It was HOT! The sun was bearing down on my and I started to sweat. The heat helped to dry the parakeets but after a few minutes the winds started to blow cold, according to Paw. The skies were amazingly crispy clear and blue all around!

01/05/2012 11:50. We were stopped at the left turn into the main street leading to Seafood City in Milpitas, CA and saw an old black guy sitting down on the corner of Morrill. He held up a white colored sign with black letters (all in capital letters), which read:

DISABLED. I HAD A JOB ONCE. NOW I AM OLD, ANYTHING YOU DO WILL HELP.

He wore a black vest and light olive greenish hat. He had gray hair and a prosthetic right leg bent at the knee. Of course, no one gave him anything. Maw said it is a shame that he would beg. But I noticed that he turned his head right as we came back from the main street to exit right and onto the opposite of the way we came.

01/05/2012 11:44. The dashboard of the MB E430 showed 41,656 (odometer) and 656.8 (speedometer). We were stopped at Morrill. Earlier, we left this morning’s mass right after communion, used the restroom in McD, dropped off Maw’s urine test of two orange-colored bottles, ate brunch at Erik’s Delicafe (of which Maw didn’t like the holiday special of turkey, cranberry and stuffing sandwich), talked about working to contribute to Social Security and saving money and shopping at the DeCA for ingredients for dessert (“bibingka“), which Maw will make for this Saturday’s prayer group. Yuch!

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2012-01-05
20120104-Random Notes

Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:

01/04/2012 19:29. Maw mentioned that Obama is made to be unbeatable. I figured it is a second term for him.

01/04/2012 18:29. Duh! Now I know the origin of that sliding sounds of a closet “opening and closing” — downstairs where the backdoor to the patio! Hahaha!

01/04/2012 17:53. I noticed more double-digit numbers. Akismet Protected | 101,172 spam comments and Blog Stats | 75,144 total views. Notice the numerical value of “144”.

01/04/2012 17:50. I figured that there is a time-shift happening. I noticed that my mini-aluminum workstation, the width of two lengths of an average human forearm, might have a similar sounds of a closet “opening and closing”. The “keyboard tray” pull out and if done slowly sounds like the closet sounds:

At 17:33, there was an opening sound, followed by two metallic-like objects dropping, and then a closing sound. It could have been the glass sliding door downstairs; although it is is NOT in use, I suspect Paw or Maw might be using it for hanging their washables to dry on the “shower curtain” rod.

At 17:31, 17:23, 16:43 and 16:37, I heard the soft sound in the background of something like a closet door “opening and closing”. The sound from 16:37 could NOT have been done by Maw because she was sleeping soundly on her bed. She was wearing her long-sleeved, double-knit, purple-colored sweat shirt at that time.

01/04/2012 17:25. I went to close the blinds to the computer windows upstairs and saw lots of vertical sylphs in one section below some long ones — all light gray in color. The sun had set, of course.

01/04/2012 16:38. I tried to take a nap. But prior to laying down on the bed, I saw several chemtrails over the weswtward hills of the Bay Area through the computer window upstairs. The lines were the same (or relatively parallel to my point of view from home) direction with the formation starting somewhere north.

01/04/2012 16:33. I saw a flock of high altitude birds flying in V-formation and going towards a north west direction between 300 to 320 degrees.

01/04/2012 11:45. We were coming eastward from 100 degrees towards home. Suddenly, the divorced nutter (with her small head and beady little eyes) was seen driving rounding the corner coming southward from MY long stretch of road into our drive at 280 degrees. I immediately pulled onto the driveway and into the garage and closed the electric garage shut. We then unloaded the over $100 worth of grocery from DeCA (Moffett Field, CA). She was driving the maroon-colored Dodge caravan. Sometimes, her illegal ALIEN would be seen driving her white Honda CR-V.

01/04/2012 10:58. At 10:57, a spiky-haired Asian kid about my height coughed upon intersection of my standing location inside the DeCA. We went from my right to my left (towards the produce section) and was being followed by a black kid, who was seen holding leash to a brown-colored, toy dog outdoors.

01/04/2012 10:49. I ran inside CVS because Paw’s wallet was seen coming out of his left jean pocket. He walked so fast that I had to sprint gently so as not to alert security. That old man is getting on my last nerve. Eventually, I’ll be taking over his damn wallet. If it were not for Maw’s vigilent eyes and her screams and my quick action, that piece of leather would have fallen out! But as I got close, I noticed that his jacket barely covered the top of his jean pocket. So we both picked up yesterday’s prescription and went inside the car and I said aloud to Maw, who was sitting in the backseat: “DO YOU STILL WANT ME TO WORK, NOW???”

01/04/2012 10:46. There was a creepy old white man whose bald head had blotchy brown spots on it. He grabbed a bunch of bananas swiftly and placed those into his grocery cart. Maw was also trying to get bananas.

01/04/2012 10:29. En route to the DeCA, I noticed a parked tow-truck with a vehicle already loaded. The driver immediately went to the passenger side door, which was opened, and out of the rear-view mirror to the MB E430, I could see how he paused and then used both hands to slam the door shut with much frustration in his action. Bahahaha!

01/04/2012 09:38. While eating breakfast, we were watching a news cable programming on television about the results of the Iowa caucuses. I saw how the old fart, Mitt Romney and his blond-haired wifey, were seen walking down the flight of stairs VERY carefully from the airplane. Now, I don’t know about you folks. But old people are a liability in my books. We don’t want anything to happen to these much slower demographics. Plus, Mitt keeps stammering. Is he under mind control? Perhaps, he is forcing himself (or being forced) to say things that aren’t true (in his empty heart). His beady eyes are VERY piercing. I don’t like it. He’s scary!

If you want my most humble opinion from a girl, I would very much prefer the “man-boob” that belongs to Obama, who can jog/sprint down those stairs in a jiffy! I really don’t want any more old farts running/ruining our country. Personally, I feel Obama is doing a fine job (as planned). So even if the main-stream, social media keeps putting down my man, wouldn’t it be interesting for a second term of this young lad, who seems to be making fun of himself and the dummies who keep listening to him?

01/04/2012 07:19. I recall meeting Obery Smith. His first name rhymes with “ovary”, part of the female reproductive organ. Anyway, during my stupid college years, Maw had fashioned my hair into corn-rows. After one class, a bunch of black students seemed to be following me. One girl was bold enough to ask who did my braids. I replied that Maw did. Then later I met Obery, a harmless chap, who I sensed was keeping an eye on me. The class session was usually SLOW and creepy for those two separate occassion I talked with him outdoors and indoors of the Student Union. For whatever reason, I didn’t want to go home and we both just relaxed by placing our heads down on the table. When I got bored, I raised my head and he asked me: “Was it good for you?” That was almost twenty-four years ago. So you see folks, I’m weird. I met weird people. I’ve been followed by different groups for many years. Go figure out why I continue to blog in such manner!

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2012-01-05
Journey album…

My brother and I are listening to an OLD vinyl record from 1975: “Journey”. One of the guys, George Tickner – a next door neighbor of a friend of his wifey, will sign his record! I recognized the intro to the first song on Side 1. I normally don’t know the group/name/song along until I read the history. Here are two photos showing the front and back of the album with the Crosley record player in the background.

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2012-01-03
Running day…

A Pair Of Merrell Running Shoes

10K Medal on New Year Day

Two 10K Runners Going Uphill

Addendum per two messages on 01/03/2012 at 20:23 and at 20:29. Here are two more photos for free from the New Year Day event:

10K Runner In Merrell Running Shoes

10K Runners Ahoy!

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2012-01-02
Petition for median construction…

At around 12:40pm, a volunteer went around our neighborhood to collect signatures for the “Petition for the Sierra Road Median Construction” vie a neighbor, Leif Larson. I signed it and put smiley faces! The Vietnamese left around 12:44am with Maw raising her excited voice! Hehehe!

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**Petition for the Sierra Road Median Construction**

1. Purpose of “Petition for the Sierra Road Median Construction” – This petition is for the construction of a proper median on Sierra Road in San Jose, California. The attached signatures represent the support of the neighborhood surrounding Sierra Road for the Sierra Road Median construction.

2. Proposal for the Sierra Road Median – The proposed Sierra Road Median will span from the intersection of Mossland and Sierra Road to Sageland and Sierra Road. The Sierra Road Median will have turn lanes at each intersection to allow all side streets to access Sierra Road in either direction saely and conveniently. In order to enhance and preserve the residential character of Sierra Road, the median will be designed to be consistent with an existing median on Sierra Rod at the intersection of Lunmday and Sierra Road.

3. Justification for the Sierra Road Median – The Sierra Road median is an undeveloped dirt strip, a condition which has existed for over 35 years. This median is striped with double-yellow lines from the intersections of Mossland and Sierra Road to Sageland and Sierra Road. The current dirt median creates the following problems:

a) Inconvenient; vehicles cross the median to avoid the inconvenience of driving around the three block long median.
b) Safety hazard; vehicles wanting to turn left on to Sierra Road have to first turn right on to Sierra Road and then slow down or stop on Sierra Road and make a u-turn. Spreeding cars aggravate the poor flow of traffic.
c) Health hazard; dust from the median affects the surrounding houses, causing health issues and creating dusty conditions inside homes.
d) Unsightly; the median is pot-holed and dirty, giving Sierra Road the look of an undeveloped country road.

In addition, current and future construction projects around Sierra Road will increase traffic and accelerate the deterioration of Sierra Road. Current and future construction projects are:
*The townhouse construction on Berryessa and Jackson; Sierra Road now experiences an increase in traffic when barriers are placed on Berryessa for construction. Sierra Road will also have significant increase in traffic as the townhouses are occupied.
*The BART rail project, scheduled to start construction next year at the end of Sierra Road at Lundy. The proposal for the Berryessa BART station and track extension did not include expenditures for street improvements.
*The proposed housing development in the area of the golf course and Flea Market.

4. Timely Deliver of This Petition – The attached list of signatures documents the support of the neighborhood surrounding Sierra Road for the “Petition for the Sierra Road Median Construction”. This petition is to be delivered to the office of Coucilmemeber Kansen Chu, 200 east Santa Clara Street, 18th Floor, San Jose, CA 95113 no later than December 23, 2011.

**End**

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*Off-topic* Once again, I hoping that the cameras could be installed on MY intersection because of my demonic drag racers. This is for the safety of the BART passengers, too. Bahahaha!

2011-12-17
20111209-Random Thoughts

Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:

Per deleted comment on 20111212 at 20:58:26 PM PST. What is your problem Flynn? Aren’t you honored that insane people come to you and your family to vent their frustrations with their sorry live? If you don’t want to bear the karma of others, just let the Lord take away your sins, too! You don’t need to be a Filipino who is predujice with other Filipinos!

Can’t you get you get along “normally” with people? What did your mother tell you? Don’t let it bother you! If she has learned to overcome the parasites in her lives, you too can learn to relax and don’t take things personally! Sheesh!

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Per deleted comment on 20111211 at 13:24:49 PM PST. It so happens that Visayans are fighters who are bossy pests and envious show-offs. Here are three fine examples of known Visayans who “win their fights” by getting other people involved: the Chingster wanted Paw to beat up her husbands second wife; LoLita (the divorced nutter living next door to us) wanted Maw to tell the Mexican neighbors living behind her to clean their still filthy backyard; and “Binh” complained two days ago about how he wasn’t recognized as the pioneer of the Sacristas in our local parish. If he REALLY wanted it, he should have fought for the correction prior to publication of the “souvenir book” instead of whining like a “girly man” to us. I don’t know what’s he trying to prove. Go away, losers! And stop bothering us more humble people.

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Per deleted comment on 20111210 at 15:18:06 PM PST:

12/09/2011 23:11pm. At 11:11pm, I yawned while trolling online. It was a boring night.

12/09/2011 19:01pm. At around 6:59pm, Yeyo came out of her nest box. We quickly opened the nest box and saw the egg shell still stuck on the back of the first parakeet of five eggs. (Later at 7:10am, Yeyo came out of her next box again. The baby was making loud chirping sounds, probably from hunger.)

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12/09/2011 at 08:12pm:

Five minutes before the mass, I dropped off the two elderly ones. All of a sudden Josie, the emotionally insane Mexicana, started to scream through the back right window where Maw was trying to emerge: “I was trying to cross the street.” I could hear Maw say sorry. I screamed back: “I’m sorry, bitch!” And I flicked her off. Of course, I should have yielded to the insane one but choose to let her wait since she failed to give us drivers DIRECT eye contact that she REALLY wanted to cross.

As soon as I parked the MB E430, I saw Fred barely limping from where he parked behind me to the lobby. He mysteriously paused in the middle of the lobby, looked in my directly with a blank face and nodded a greeting in return to my greeting. I grabbed the leftmost door, swung it wide open (carefully) and scooted fast past another slow Asian woman in the hopes to make distance from the freak. Earlier this morning, he was seen driving northbound from Capitol Ave. And we assume that he came from his “girlfriend’s apartment because he usually comes out of his house from our route to go to mass.

When I got to the fifth pew from the back left section of the church, it took a long time for the two old farts to “unkneel”, sit down and put up the pew. I started to whisper to Maw that Josie is crazy for making another loud scene in front of the church and prior to mass and how she screams at the ushers, too. Maw later told me that she was joking and that it doesn’t bother me. I told Maw in a somewhat louder but whispered tone that if Josie was in her right mind (which she isn’t, of course) she wouldn’t trip off so easily in public.

Reminder: There are psychos on both sides of the fence. Those who pray too much, like Gloria, that Chinese who grew up in Philippines, are insane. Sorry, these people will never be healed.

12/09/2011 14:07pm. I had to take this note later to avoid being rude during the conversation about how the Social Security benefits went up while the Medicare cost went up just about the same — a wash if COLA (or “cost of living allowance“, if you will). While “Binh” used his right hand to prevent/control “Minh” from sharing too much information: Minh made three points clear without adding drama, which “Binh” has done throughout. But I forgot. Anyway, the numbers are 1436, 1116 and 135 net of what is “shared” for those who put into the system. It’s just a “free” sandwich of four dollars for most.

12/09/2011 13:53pm. I had to take this note later to avoid being rude during the conversation as “Binh” ranted with the wild look in his face and anger in his eyes as he told stories about the nasty Carlos and the stupid Dick: “You can’t teach a donkey to dance” (twice). Sean almost broke the microphone by jamming it incorrectly. “Binh” had to have the system turned off while he yanked the piece out and taught Sean how to hook up the equipment properly on the main altar. But because Carlos is nasty, Sean didn’t know and now goes to “Binh” for help.

In another example, Carlos was being nasty by fingering a college graduate (with a master degree) like a dog with his index finger and ushering her in haste to service. The mother was right in front of the incident and was disgusted. Father “Mike” needs to know how disruptive Carlos can be. His photo is next to ours towards the back of the advertisement page of the “souvenir book”.

In an unrelated story, “Binh” was told by a priest, who probably fell asleep behind his car and crashed it going uphill to his home. The wheel(s) was/were badly damaged and the repair would cost around two to three thousand dollars of which “Binh” used his conscious to go get a quarter of the cost from his credit union as donation. “Binh” didn’t mean to brag. But Maw followed up on how I didn’t the same, only monthly for about a while. The dudes know what I mean. I didn’t mention Omar to “Binh”, who might have overhead my mumblings. Hehehe!

12/09/2011 13:28pm. At 07:26am, I heard the aggressive dragging of the hapless garbage and recyling bins into the backyard. I had just opened the blinds to my bedroom window while trying to get dressed quickly for this morning’s mass. I didn’t hear her slam the poor wooden gate.

12/09/2011 13:25pm. When we got back from the visit up to 13:15pm, we saw the maroon-colored, Dodge caravan parked over the public sidewalk, leading up to the divorced nutter’s house next door to us. (Sidenote: The illegal ALIEN has been using LoLinda’s white, Honda CR-V. So if the SJPD sees a light, brown-haired guy with thick “rocker” shades, that’s the divorced nutters second husband. She was standing in front of her unopened garage door and looking into our direction again. I had to immediately close the garage door to Paw’s stubborn protest. We were able to unload the three plastic bags of persimmon fruits and a bag of small Fuji apples.

12/09/2011 12:07pm. The three of visited the house of a couple of parishioners. “Binh” showed us a letter dated November 4, 1997. It was from the Adminstrator, Jean Dargis. “Binh’s” letter is proof that he served first and hired Carlos six months later. So the “souvenir book” must be corrected to make amends. Bahahaha!

12/09/2011 09.24.33am. MB E430’s dashboard 41,233 (odometer) and 204.4 (speedometer).

12/09/2011 09:22am. Auntie Norma and the Auntie Chingster-in-law think alike. In their minds, they don’t want to be losers. In order for them NOT to feel like losers, they would play along as if nothing happened. All my paternal relatives have that SAME attitude. That’s why the divorced Chingster continues to attend the parties of her insane in-laws, just to spite them, by sitting where everyone can be annoyed.

12/09/2011 09:15am. Maw talked about how some people want to do something with their goal is being on top right away without a solid foundation of working hard. Paw talked about how Lola Sariah taught him how to iron clothes and do laundry. So that when he was in the US Navy, he knew how to make his clothes ready.

12/09/2011 09:13am. Lola Sariah put for of the oldest of her grandchildren to grade school: Norma, Hilyo, Ver and Rudy. She paid farmers who worked in the sugar cane fields and earned some money from fresh vegetables, which Paw described as being like “string beans“.

12/09/2011 09:05am. Maw talked further about how her father made a round basket made out of bamboo (or “new-lah-goo” in her hometown) with a handle. Her mother used the basket for selling food in town.

12/09/2011 09:02am. Maw talked to Paw after breakfast about how her father builded two houses in Manila. When he got back from the city and to his hometown in Kalayaan, he brought home some “kastanyas” (or chestnuts), apples and grapes. But because the kids weren’t used to eatingh fruits, they were not excited and just stared at the abundance. The neighbors thought Maw’s family was wealthy because no one could afford to buy those types of foods, so long ago…

12/09/2011 08:57am. We ate at McDs for breakfast and had a McMuffin with Eggs and Sausage and one McSkillet burritos. We saw Charlotte the homeless, psycho woman talking with someone who appears to be her sister because of the nose and blond hair. The sister asked if she got her Social Security and if she needed some cash money.

The normal sister is well dressed and accessorizes with matching camel colored clothes and muted color tones for a bag of patchwork. She left as I looked in her direction. The psycho woman was eating the breakfast that her “sister” brought/bought to her. We noticed that the psycho had matching pink shoes and socks and a pink bag, too.

12/09/2011 08:44am. There used to be old stores off Capitol Ave. First there was the Emporium Capwell (of white letters and beige paint), then Montgomery Ward and then the current Targets store.

Per deleted comment on 20111209 at 15:58:11 PM PST: 12/09/2011 07:29am. Addendum. During the packed church of worshippers for Immaculate Conception, three spooks crowded us in front and in back. I whacked the red hooded Vietnamese/Thailand woman with orangutan hair color because she sat down too fast and almost his my face as I was trying to sit down. I kicked the folded pew kneeler because another Asian woman in orangutan hair color was smoothing down her long her and trying to wrap it in a rubber band in front of Maw, who was seated. Maw tried to calm me down and I whispered to the spook: “You’re rude. Thank you.”

Per deleted comment on 20111209 at 16:02:42 PM PST: 12/092011 08:10am. After we crossed our foreheads, mouths and hearts, we sitting down to hear the sermon of Father “Lim”. I took notes about how I wanted to reset my brain, clean my bad mouth and clear my dark heart during the “Glory be to God” prior to the reading of today’s gospel. I’ll keep those thoughts in mind for future “rituals” prior to the gospels.

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