Tag: relationships

Help me!

I feel like I’ve been divorced many times.

That’s what the boy said. That is what happens when someone has not found his peace with women. Being married just covers up what happened in the past and doesn’t make him anymore a man now.

Please stop calling me!

I have no feelings for you!

Mom, she’s crazy!

Well, now if only the boy remembered what he said back then. I wonder what the twit, if she has a brain, was thinking about when she was going after him.

I will marry her!

He did and the twit really married him and not the boy’s family. I wonder if she will dump her kids on the senior citizens after what those two have done.

I really see the twit with a Chinese or Vietnamese. Yesterday there was a Catholic, a single Vietnamese guy and sitting alone in the pew. His nose is much higher and more auspicious than the boy’s nose.

The twit should have looked around instead dancing for the boy she married. The one I saw would have been a perfect match. I really feel his height and lighter skin tone would have really, really been a perfect match, even though she is Buddhist.

Trust me: Ask anyone, when the boy is sized up against the twit, I could feel how there is really a mismatch. That is why the boy attends mass alone without the twit. That is sad to consider on how even the boy’s relatives said the same thing. If only the twit knew what she did to the boy’s family, she would not have gone that far.

But instead she chose him. She chose to voodoo him. Trust me: The friends of the couple will NOT admit that they are MISMATCHED. There is nothing they have in common, only sex. Even the next door neighbor’s mother, the blue-eyed Honduran, could NOT control her son from marrying the divorced nutter. Ask any mother about their boys.

On my first day at work and in the wee hours of the twilight morning, I noticed the lights (of the side door leading out of the garage) flicker on and off.

I said somewhat under my breath:

GET A LIFE, YOU NUTTER!

When I came home around 1800pm, the side door lights flickered on and off again! But this time I took my time to get in doors because my friggin wiper blades were making rubbing noises against the windshield.

So I struggled to remove both, the left first with ease and then the right. But I noticed prior to parking my car in our driveway that the headlights to the small sedan of the neighbor across from us was on!

After about five minutes, I decided to run to their front door and ring their bell. I smelled the distinct air of oily stuffiness upon the opening of the door. It’s similar to greasiness of Filipino household.

But the old woman open the door. She had gray hair. And I would assume she is more Chinese but assumed Vietnamese. I told her briefly that her headlights are turned on and she is wasting battery.

She had that concerned look on her face from the usual knitted eyebrows as seen on people who are thinking too hard and WTF is going on. She saw, stood in front of the car, thought awhile (probably because she is old and the information takes longer to process) and smiled:

THANK YOU!

She came out and used the clicker and waved her hands while saying very loudly again:

THANK YOU!

I waved back and a welcome was said softly as usual.

I went back to switch the wiper blades and it took around ten minutes. Of course, Paw came out after opening the electrical garage door. He asked if there was an instruction just stood around staring like an idiot, seriously.

That night while curling Maw’s hair with pink, plastic rollers, we listened to Dr. Laura on our local radio station 560am-KSFO. We heard the story of a woman who has an alcoholic sister, who in her drunken state would make all sorts of unfair accusations. People like them are already out of their minds anyway.

The mother would call the woman to come over and help. But Dr. Laura told the caller to tell her mother that she just needs to call 9-1-1 and not involve the daughter who has to travel long distances to get to her mother’s house during these sorts of drunken and medicated episodes.

I am useless.

This is what people should realize: Anyone trying to change a broken person is useless. No doctor or therapist would be able to help the victim of their inner demons except the victim. No medication really works either. We know that because Prozac, for example, makes the person more suicidal, which is sad and which should be FIXED as part of Obama’s health care insurance reform bill.

When I hear people brag around their travel adventures, I think to myself:

• Did you know you WILL end up coming back home?
• Why not find adventures in your own back yard, if you have any?
• How can you spend OUR money that you didn’t earn on LUXURY goods and services?
• Will you end up begging for OUR money later on in life, knowing you had the chance to save NOW?

Well, while backing out our aqua-colored Mazda Protege, I noticed that her garage door was open. I knew instinctively that she would come out: Lo and behold, she did! She would pretend to check her mailbox and started glaring in our direction. Usually one of her two kids would check the mailbox around 14:00pm, after their schooling.

Of course, I had my side windshield down so as to block her from looking at us. But I caught a glance of that nutter, almost flicked her off and decided to shoot and invisible gun with my left index finger, subtly from inside the car and without the seniors noticing. She is wearing a bright cobalt blue, long-sleeved top and black slacks. She’s a nutter!

For the intel community, she works in the payroll department of a `non-profit service [public benefit organization] to the Santa Clara County` of `supporting older adults, individuals with disabilities and low-income families`. It is `one of the nation’s premier ADA Paratransit and community transportation providers`.

Nothing like trying to `OUTREACH` her tentacles.

As mentioned in my previous blog entry, Joseph talked over the phone with Maw and like other Filipinos told the truth about socio-economic differences:

• Poor relatives (or destitute people in general) don’t know when enough is enough. They keep asking for more and when you don’t give them what they want, you are hated.
• Poor relatives (or destitute people in general) are spoiled. They don’t know how to appreciate their sponsors’ hard work and think their free-hand outs will continue forever.
• Poor relatives (or destitute people in general) don’t know that people are NOT banks and that they can just call long distance to get quick cash as if going to an ATM.

Lesson 1: So give nothing to ungrateful beggars and still be hated: It’s the next best thing to love.

That’s what Joseph try to do: move out of the Philippines. But he has learned from Maw to say: `No`. He, too, learned from his father, who retired from the military. Joseph told his other siblings NOT to touch their parents pension, which was earned through hard work.

Lesson 2: Work hard until you bleed to death, knowing you did NOT beg or feed you children STOLEN money, which will be turned into karma for each generation to come until someone down the line REPAYS for the misdeeds of their past ancestors (or so does my thoughts dictate).

Maw defended moi again:

Con todo celosa!

Malo!

At 19:32pm, the divorced nutter came by our front door again. This time she brought her blue-eyed mother-in-law, who understood Maw’s angered words in Spanish. The mother-in-law wagged her finger at the nutter: `No! No! No!`. Her eyes were wide when Maw told the old woman that the nutter was imagining that her son, the nutter’s second husband, was either hiding inside our house or having an affair with moi! Sheesh.

Maw went further in apparent rage to defend moi, her daughter:

If anything happens to me, you are responsible.

Do you want to go to jail, AGAIN?

The nutter appeared calm and said calmly in response to the ENRAGED senior citizen:

Manang, I am not responsible for you.

No, Manang.

Her responses were childlike. The hand writing of that offensive sign was childlike. The twosome left into the night.

Later Maw called one of the sisters and cried over the phone. The skin around Maw’s neck, jawline, cheeks and forehead were filled with blood, the color of red, almost the sight of someone being hot under the collar. She told the sister that she felt as if she might get a heart attack from dealing with her troubled sister.

The sister came over at 19:36pm. She had long hair, colored a certainly brownish red in color and was of a darker skin tone. She was a talker and went on to describe how her niece too was TARGETED as someone having and affair with her sister’s husband; how she cried herself to sleep at night, knowing her son is autistic after going to vacation to Philippines (and probably from the required VACCINATION shots) and her husband as prostate cancer; and how she smiles during the night.

Other stories included:

• her auntie is a millionaire and married to an `American` and Eric, her nephew and only son of that rich auntie, bought a house in Morgan Hill, CA;
• her daughter lives in San Diego, CA with her `American` husband` and the son-in-law invited the couple to live in Santa Barbara, CA so as to be near their grandchildren;
• her friends from NYSE made money from selling off their properties;
• the purchase of $200,000 life insurance (each by her and her husband); and
• buying a duplex so the autistic son has his own room during her old age.

We shared stories of:

• preparing for cremation;
• living in senior citizen homes (and how she doesn’t want a room with her husband but was told by her children that they will have bad memory to remember each other anyway); and
• selling her house since the daughter doesn’t want it.

She suggested that we do NOT answer the front door next time she inquires to the whereabouts of the second husband, who is supposed to be with the nutter, calling the doctors and authorities everyday to make sure she is okay (which is false) and present (which is impossible, since he won’t be coming home at night, again).

To Juan: For god’s sake, man! Tell the doctors and authorities the truth: Your wife is sick in the head! She is NOT okay! You could potentially save three lives: your wife and your two neighbors (Maw and me), who are targets of this divorced nutter. Remember: Her medication needs supervision. She might retaliate because you ARE the trigger. You will be held responsible if anything happens to us if you do NOT testify honestly to the courts. Idiot!

To Barry: The current system FAILS for people with mental health problems. The relatives and friends can NOT intervene on and for behalf of someone with delusions, psychosis, hallucinations and all sorts of demonic hosts. Why would the authorities intervene AFTER the victim of mental health problems KILLS the self or someone else? Why can’t your health care insurance reform bill include provisions to allow NEXT OF KIN (and not just the spouse or children) to make conservatorship decisions on those who are INCAPACITATED?