It is hard to compromise with outmoded people/systems. It is especially difficult to change self/others if others/self refuse/s to change. You see, I am over the hill. And chances of me being happily married with children won’t manifest because I am already hard wired with certain memes. If the guy happens to be stubborn in his ways/thinking, that will make any relationship VERY challenging, too. I might as well be happily single until the day I die.
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There is really no hope for arrogant humans. What they’ve done for many years is no longer the harmless bantering like kids recently. No, it has been the opposite lifestyles, currently objectionable to those who blocked the truth with hate in their hearts and to those like-minded “friends” who support and congregate in denial, an escape from reality by the pursuit of their whims — outdoor activities.
Jealousy is being among the gullible, permeating slowly in the deeper veins and down with each generation befit for bloodline only. Silly fun is no longer plain and simple but “different”: their stuff is next to “male bonding” — a thing of the past where “Tag you’re it!” was harmless sharing as nature intended and as potential fuel for growing up. REAL men who knew how to take responsibility in the next level of life and beyond “showing off”.
Scums of the earth are baseless bottom feeders, relatively to those who have everything given to them as would the wealthy in a materialistic world, yet lacking in the true grit of the spirit within:- Compassion people continue to live happily, barely eking a life through interesting parties and cool friends willing to stay close enough to join up in more fun.
However polar opposites they are, living your own life is nothing when my own life is to live without you. Seeing eye to eye will never be the same again. The case against humanity stands firm. The embarrassment in PUBLIC needs not be private. What matters are people exposed to the ups and downs of the trifling mundane. No one really cares.
Ultimately, one cannot fully appreciate or be appreciated as acceptable in anyone’s eyes except through the eyes of the beholder. Everyone else is just traveling along and enjoying the ride and in due course the time to realize how awful humans have become — nothing more than “expensive” objects left to be desired by way, shape or form of the creator.
Nothing is perfected and thereby must be destroyed. Even the heart can experience angina and high blood pressure from these fools who continue to argue their point of disillusionment — nothing can be far from the truth. They are on their own, if they don’t mind falling flat on their faces before waking up. And I wonder how they could sleep at night knowing the stress brought upon those who are not enemies of OLD family members and relatives alike but caring people well meaning and well intentioned for what it’s worth to be unified in love and light.
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Author’s note: Flow of thoughts in this blog has been compromised due to idiot testing our will and strength.
It appears the relatives are laughing at the boy’s Facebook contents. His activities of kayaking and bicycling are meant for single guys. Now that he is married he should be busy raising a family over the weekends.
Auntie Maldeath inquired of the two elderly parents of the boy: “Is his wife going along with him during these weekend events?” Of course, “the wifey” doesn’t care for the boy’s “fun”; since she has no children of her own after three years of marriage to the boy. It is truly a shame.
During Lola’s 85th “surprise” birthday party up in Union City, CA, I see how my first cousins are more responsible in taking care of their children, my second cousins. I carried one and she is heavy because I am not used to “kids”. It was fun to see my relatives, except the still hostile Chingster towards Maw. She is insane for holding a grudge and will die with her “hurt feelings”, if she doesn’t get over it.
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Notice how people react to unfavorable situations. Instead of focusing on the issue, debate or conversation, the person affected by the stressor(s) tend to tune out. They block out/ignore useful information for their own good. Their minds space out amid the troubles of their mesmerized thoughts.
For example, while family members try to engage in pleasantries, the boy plays with his cellphone and replies/talks to the wall of his Facebook friends. He is so distracted in life that he will only cover his bases even if it means NOT to reply in a timely manner to a text message by his only sister.
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Notice the similarities in word usage and sentiments from these skulls full of mush. I am beginning to think the paternal bloodline is truly TAINTED with evil. There is no hope for these kinds.
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“Auntie! My mother won’t let me/us do anything my brother and I want!” ~Ruchille to Maw long ago.
“Mom doesn’t let me do whatever I want!” ~The boy to moi long ago.
Both mothers happen to be Virgos, head strong and very protective. Both are sister-in-laws, except one is not pathological liar. Both the girl and the boy are born second with her brother and moi being the elder sibling, respectively. It appears they have to work extra hard to prove their lifestyle and decisions in life matters.
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“You hurt my Mom’s feelings!” ~The Shill about her Mom to Maw long ago in a buffet restaurant.
“Gil hurt my feelings!” ~Uncle Dead to three of his brothers — Paw, HenPeck and HenPeck Jr. long ago in the fat guy’s now foreclosed house.
These people have emotional problems and are projecting their “hurt feelings” to other IN-LAWS. These ungrateful numbskulls really should be angry at moi (the chauffeur) for driving two elderly people to their designations over the past years. Get the picture, here?
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“This is how I talk to my co-workers!” ~Said the Shill to Maw during a fruitless argument long ago in a buffet restaurant.
“This is how I talk to my co-workers!” ~Said the boy to his Maw during one heated argument long ago at home.
This is how younger Filipinos in America treat their OLD family members as if they are STRANGERS and NOT related. It says in the Bible that animosity will be created in the hearts of family members. I am NOT surprised — at all. So they can pray all they want and show their “good side” on Facebook. I have the “real” book of life in my weblog as a testament to their reality.
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1. “I have nothing to do with your relatives.” ~Said the Chingster to the Shill and everyone else.
2. “I have nothing to do with Jerrylynne.” ~Said the Shill when I inquired of my cousin.
3. “I have nothing to do with [your problems]. Don’t call me Auntie anymore!” ~Said Maw to Bella after Uncle Dead declared in-laws are NOT bloodline.
The order in which these similar phrases have been expressed started with a divorce, a “no-no” among Catholics and frowned upon in Filipino culture. So the mess really started with the Chingster over 25 years ago and just last year with Maw and the Orge in between the both. All three are sister-in-laws. It’s because they got fed up with way the relatives spin the story to make the IN-LAWS appear evil.
During this morning’s mass, I recalled an old scene, which took place over twenty years or so ago. We were going to watch a movie at the Century 10-Plex near my neighborhood. The place has since shut down.
Anyway, there was a young couple standing outside the ticket area. They were wearing black, Goth-like clothes. Their hair was dark black, too. They were very tall and lanky, if not skinny. The guy was standing to the left of his “girlfriend”.
I overheard the “boyfriend” ask his “girlfriend”: What do you want to do [next]?
The “girlfriend” replied: “Let’s go to you home and get high.”
I saw how the guy lowered his head and didn’t say a word. There was a moment of silence between the two as we continued onward to the building to watch our show as the sun began to set.
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This little recollection made me feel sorry for the guy. He sensed he needed direction because of the movie selection. and the girl wasn’t using her brain. Instead of doing something constructive together as a “loving” couple, they just stood by each other — waiting for the other to make the next move.
So who is really the brains in ANY relationship?
Usually it is supposed to be the girl with the guy offering their “common sense” approach somewhat in the background. If the girl is so STUPID, the relationship is bound to self-destruct. Guys are really simple-minded and require simple instructions to get anything done. But the overbearing and stubborn guys will really ruin the creative efforts of the women, if they are NOT too insanely demanding.
Being a TI has its kickers. Here are some techniques I’ve encountered:
–Brighting. Yeah, that happened maybe once in which a motorist would be following up with high beam turned up brightly at night.
–Crowding/Mobbing. That happens a lot in the lobby of our local parish. These traditional Asians like to cut in front of us. But I close the gap and use my big bag to barricade them off from getting in my way. Three days ago (8/6/2011) while shopping at CVS, one VERY short, middle-aged Asian woman tried to scoot behind me the second time but I backed into her intentionally to smash her into the display stand.
–Directed Conversations . As mentioned in my old blog entry, I would enter data via my weblog. Then Maw would repeat similar if not the same damning information the following day. That’s how advanced technologically these entities have been able to establish themselves among humanoids.
–Electronic Harassment. Usually, I stay up late reading articles and mostly EMPTY emails, participating in OPEN forum discussion boards and on my comments, and digesting large dinners and listening to Maw’s sleeping distress. As a result, my mind gets tired, a form of sleep deprivation. When I lay in bed, ready to drift off to sleep, I would hear conversations inside my head, which is really an advanced technology called: “Voice to Skull”.
–Gaslighting. Maw and I tease Paw once in a while by re-arranging things on his desk or other items located in the house to test if he is paying attention to his immediate surroundings. But he doesn’t say a word. No wonder he keeps checking things constantly as if to reassure himself that he is NOT seeing things. So next time you feel like you’ve lost your marbles, it might be a family member playing tricks on you.
–Gassing/Poisoning. Oh! You mean “chemtrails” and artery-clogging food?
–Illegal Entry. We have those old black-colored, iron bars that keeps us nice and safe. Then again, I feel like a bird in a cage. It’s better than those electronic security systems.
–Surveillance. Yesterday at around 11:09pm, a copter started coming from a distance. I quickly hooked up to Shrimpsei’s OtterBox and heard it buzzed off as it nearly went overhead.
–Intimate Infiltration. The girl has infiltrated the boy’s mind and she continues to disregard the family’s wishes against the boy, who has nowhere to go but play her hen-pecked husband. She plays dumb and goes along with the boy. She has fought with the boy while they were dating and is continuing to be combative. She is a “manager” in a credit union: go get her.
–Isolation. I have reported my monkey business and now I’m all alone. But the documentations are floating around somewhere on the internet, of course. And only a BIG company would know. Hehehe.
–Mail and Email tampering. When trying to send something to someone, my email confirmation has been mysteriously delayed. The BIG company that I usually transact with is VERY good about sending my email confirmations via yet another BIG email provider. After upgrading both accounts, everything seems “faster” and more “reliable”. However, I continue to receive spam for jobs, male enhancements, IRS, FedEx, business opportunities, etc.
–Mimicking. Yeah, we got divorced nutter living next door to us. She mimics our movements. My weblog is technically a report of weird activities, along with the mundane that no one cares to notice in their lives.
–Profiling. It’s the same as “trolling”. Get it? You know who you are. Now buzz off, now! Brouhaha!
–Random Encounters. Yes. We have fellow parishioners who seem to engage us in harmless conversations. They would sit near us or behind us. Most of them are Asians — Chinese, Vietnamese and Filipinos. Of course, the Communist regimes have migrated from these nearby countries and you guess it, right here in my neighborhood.
–Ruined Relationships. Again, the girl has fed something to the boy, who continues to manipulate our family unity. Then again my other curiosity is a woman by the name of Deborah. As for my life, I’m already ruined by TPTB and pals. Hehehe.
–Sensitization. Coughing and sneezing in and around my air space is one example. Other examples are being convinced by TPTB and pals that giving away my hard-earned money is for investment and charity. Again, I am trying to start anew this month. Also, my debt settlement company is taking one month to return the remaining balance: go get them!!!
–Signals/Symbols. Some unusual signals that they would use upon my arrival is adjusting the baseball cap with both hands or just one hand on the face shield and following/sitting close by/behind me/us.
–Slander. Please spy on my stupid relatives via Facebook.com. They live mostly in and around the East Bay and up in the Vallejo and San Ramon, CA area. Bunch of twits have been accusing us for not attending their parties and claiming we have nothing do with them.
–Strange Encounters or Street Theatre. While shopping for grocery one early morning at Seafood City, a Chinese woman came from the parking lot to the right and cut in front of us without a blink. She did that again but in front of Maw. We talked loudly enough for her to hear: “She must be one of those traditional robots without emotions.” She turned her head slightly to the right as if to hear what else we would say.
–Telephone Redirects. Oh! You mean “wire-tapping”! That has happened and continues to this day. Bunch of morons.
–Theft. We lost two large bamboo shrubs growing inside large, red-colored, plastic containers, which was also taken! They were just outside the side fence and we saw them growing in front of someone else’s front yard on the corner of Graves. The thieves no longer live in the newly painted house of brown.
–Tracking. Without fail, people would enter their vehicles upon my/our arrival or they would attempt to enter traffic rather quickly. Sometimes they would race with me, not that they are being “Fast and Furious”.
–Vandalism. Of course, we got our sidewalk, which really belongs to the city, hence the TAXPAYERS, vandalized with some nice graffiti in black spray paint. Of course, we left it untouched to show these mentally/spiritually challenged fools that their ugly art doesn’t bother us until the city took care of the mess. I saw a HISPANIC-looking kid with light skin and with a military hair cut for his black hair walk by my neighborhood a couple of times. I was doing the flowers growing in our side street property earlier this year.
–Wrong Number Calls. Interestingly enough, our main phone number is unlisted. So any attempt to try calling a VERY old number is slim since we were HERE first!!! Also, the numbers are supposed to be registered via the DoNotCall.gov website. However, we do get calls for surveys (Gallup and political) and numbers we recognize from family and friend — thanks to the Caller ID feature to the telephone service.
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Addendum: Added more valid data for your amusement.
“I worry about you when I am no longer here”. ~said Maw through her CPAP machine. Don’t worry Maw: the GOVERNMENT and PALS are supposed to take care of me…
Well, I just tucked Maw in for the night. I feel OBLIGED to make sure the old timers are okay while I’m still alive. In effect, I am hoping they will transition over nicely from this hellish planet. For whatever reason, they are being attacked for following a righteous (or correct) path.
It so happened the boy visited us unexpectedly today (as per his phone conversation last night). Without fail, he triggered people with deep sentiments about his lifestyle and behavior. I feel sorry for the girl. Ironically, she feels sorry for me — based on similar expectations that I should move out and on with my life.
Some people don’t understand why I live with my parents. It is my choice. They feel I’m being controlled like a robot (per the boy). Some call me freeloader or parasite and even an unemployed, childless single woman. Am I fearful to buy a house and work to death for something that won’t be filled with children? Yes.
While I did have the basics in life planned out — graduate high school and college and work the normal day jobs, I’ve learned that people (especially my ungrateful relatives via Facebook) have accused us of being wrong or bad:
I am not worried if people hate us or think we are sub-standard in their eyes.
I am not worried if we die penniless or are forgotten.
I am only worried if these elderly couple will find peace.
Tonight’s evening mass was SO SLOW because of the stuffy air and smelly people: he air conditioner system was NOT strong enough to blow fresh air! I was so pissed that I wasn’t in the mood to sing! I had to use the golden-colored “Entrance Song” as a fan because Maw’s fancy fan broke at the holder.
I was hanging out with the twosome and another Filipino couple. Ben was talking about Minh requesting a dead person to come visit her. It so happened that their garage door opened and closed twice! The garage door opener was inside the car when that ghostly event happened. They attended the funeral of the old fart and ate at the Grand Plaza Hotel. Yawn. Big deal.
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Hello boys and girls! Here is today’s word: platonic relationship.
When a woman officially declares a man to be in her ‘friend zone’.
Man: “I love you”
Woman: “I love you, too”
Man: *leans in for a kiss*
Woman: *magically turns it into a hug* “You’re such a great friend.”
Man: *is now in a forced platonic relationship*
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For example, “Mr. Nice Guy” and I met online. We chatted for long hours, exchanged thoughts and ideas and got to know each other better. At first I thought this perfect gentleman was VERY “fugly” but he managed to convince me that there was nothing to fear. We loved each other. Eventually, we became “just friends” because he wasn’t my type and jobless, too! We faded quietly from each others’ lives and never returned to that “platonic relationship” from hell.
There is one thing I don’t like: people agreeing to please for whatever ulterior motives in life.
For example, in order to win the affection and love of an emotionally insane significant other, the girl would agree with the boy constantly. The boy even told her that she is crazy, that he has no feelings for her, that she needs to stop calling him and that she should return the dating gifts to him. The girl dumped his items into the backyard of the boy’s parents. That’s how stupid and disrespectful this Chinese is towards us Filipinos.
I’ve learned from the boy that she wouldn’t stop agreeing with him to the point of many heated arguments. They even fought during their vacation in Hawaii where he intended to propose to her. She didn’t crack a smile to me when I picked the both of them up from their “fun”. In summary, the game is over: he married her anyway despite MANY red flags from family and friends. That’s how stupid he is towards, not only his OLD family, but to himself.
People who don’t disagree are living in denial. They are being dishonest with themselves and lying to others. They are living in fear of rejection too. They know how to play the “good guy” so as to not offend sensitive people. Disagreeing means to set your boundaries against the insane, mischievous and perverts: who ironically think they are always right, by the way.
And that my friend is tonight’s dose of reality. Agree only in writing and in front of witnesses and have your thoughts and intentions notarized, too. Anything else is fool-hardy.
“Mom! I can’t leave her. She is my pillow!” ~A Filipino son to his mother long ago.
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So that is how nature intended: to allow guys simple pleasures to overrule their common sense. God truly is evil, then to bless the more unlucky ones with harpies or banshees that will do nothing more than serve themselves first before others.
I see and hear so many families with children and adults who fail to heed the warnings of their loved ones. Jumping into bed with consumer is easy. But once there is commitment, that’s the end amd there ous no escape.
My solution is to hug your security blanket, your teddy bears or stuffed animals, or your pillows. At least you can wash the pillow covers at anytime and find comfort knowing that you are free and clear from worries and headaches.
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