Today’s clear blue skies but cold winds. Had to wear fleece jacket of maroon and gold color (made by Maw) AND stuffy long sleeves to avoid catching a cold since I do NOT have health insurance! Did yardwork with Paw: blew, raked and hauled the eucalyptus leaves.
Tag: relationships
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20090929-Bon Voyage
At around 18:50pm, the San Jose Fire Dept. (truck # SJS E-34) and the paramedics came over to pick up the poor soul. May God have mercy on her soul and health.
San Jose Fire Department Truck # SJS E-34 
An American Medical Response vehicle (County of Santa Clara Emergency Medical Services) I waved at the cute guys from behind our roses. I wonder if Obama’s health care insurance reform bill would allow for this sort of intervention – pick up and haul away to greener pastures.
Earlier, Maw called the sister and we were waiting for almost one hour while I was sweeping the leaves from the backyard. No sooner than Paw screamed at me to get inside because the night air was freezing and that I might catch a cold or something worse (since I do NOT have health insurance), we heard the siren.
I ran downstairs, saw the cute guys outside and ran back indoors to grab my camera and took a few more photos as PROOF of these weird events. I mentioned to Maw earlier that the upcoming 2012 will be a transitional phase. And some unfortunate souls who are NOT prepared for this shift (or whatever scams being thrown to the curious) won’t handle the effects, just like what has happened tonight.
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20090929-Poor Soul
My bio-units came home around 10:35am after talking with Juan next door and Linda’s sister, Aida, who was crying over the phone at the same time. The old timers have informed Juan that Linda would call the police if anything would happen.
It appears Linda has mental problems. The family will now support her but her sisters are also senior citizens with family and problems of their own. Aida, like Linda, claimed that my own Maw is like a mother to them.
The best treatment, beside hospitalization and Prozac, is PATIENCE and understanding. Maw is currently talking to Aida over the phone about how to provide the care that Linda needs. Instead of CONTRADICTING people with a suspicious mind or phobia-like thinking, these people need to be encouraged. Or else the victim will end up walking out and potentially harming themselves and others.
It appears Juan was the one that called the police the last time. Linda has been ranting and raving again. She now has a police record and has been bailed out by her sister, Aida, who is almost left penniless as a result. It is sad that Billy had to go through that unfortunate circumstance long ago.
So this is yet another sign of the time to consider. To ostracize the victim of less than favorable fate, rendering them nuts or banish their fears for being less than human and not believing in these black sheep in the first place but with LOVE.
Those people who advocate that the authorities (i.e. police, doctors, politicians, lawyers, etc.) as evil are INCORRECT. What may be diagnosed as someone who is demon-possession is really someone with physical problems manifested from emotional trauma and mental distress.
It is the responsibility of the family to take care of their own. It is equally the responsibility of society to find remedies to fix health problems of people who have nowhere to go, no health insurance, no money to pay for treatment or family to support and love in times of need.
It is the responsibility of the person to take their pills, too. If shoving down Obama’s health care insurance reform bill down the throats of people is GOOD for everyone and economically feasible and for whatever the reasons behind TPTB and their NWO agenda, then people should have a little faith in their government, at least.
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20090929-Paying Visit
Both my Paw and Maw (the elderly senior citizens who worked hard for 44 years and 33 years, respectively, in America, paying taxes) are visiting the next door neighbor. This was a few minutes after leaving a normal, diplomatic and professional voicemail message at 09:33:05am and at around 09:42am, I received a call back, as usual, from the professional business man. IT IS GOD’S WILL, I guess. Allah! Waah!
As of last night, Maw was NOT happy with the divorced nutter, Linda. She wanted to make peace with Juan, whom we damn well know was being fed poisonous lies by his American sponsor wife. He needed know in the presence of his mother what he married. Both have blue eyes, except Juan is missing an eye. Both are of Honduran descent.
We do NOT care if they are ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS or not. They used to smile and wave at us. We wondered what had happen. They seemed so happy together until Linda got tired of Juan for not having GOOD income from construction and playing guitar all day. She told us so after an two-car accident in front of our home (per my blog entry).
The point is: It is NOT fair to show visual anger in the form of an offensive sign, which was intentionally directed at us and NOT know the reason why that person is angry. We are the only neighbor in the block with a second story who could see that F&&& Y&&& printed in black ink against a white piece of paper.
In America, that is considered a graffiti, right? But that sign was inside their property. We have been living here since the neighborhood was FIRST established. Since then, about five families moved in and out from next door to us. There was the first neighbors, then Claire and her husband, a couple of white folks, the Magday family, and now G@l! family.
Anyway, we have been praying for the divorced nutter, who already had a history of physical violence to NOT only her first ex-husband, Billy, but also to objects in their apartment that they shared together before moving next door to us – hitting over the head, breaking dishes, re-wetting laundry and dumping on the floor.
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20090927-Yeah, Fight
On a night in August 2000, Landy and I drove many miles to a hotel in South San Francisco, CA. I made a series of raps with my right knuckles upon the door on the second story. A short thick person came out to give me Maori greeting on the nose. I pulled back not knowing what that meant at that time or thinking he was going to kiss me or whatever but instead I shook his hand up and down vigorously American style.
Two thick people and a little, light-haired girl were inside a hotel room. I didn’t expect the couple and a child to be present. They were his relatives with Oscar being his cousin.
We watched a video of a race which took place near American Samoa. The point of view of the camera was way above the Pacific Ocean and too far away to view the pin-sized contestants up close. There was no sound but a visual of vast ocean. My mind was racing with many thoughts, later realizing they had the gift of hearing without speaking. Damn.
Oscar was the talker of the group and he told of a time when he used to be very good at racing in canoes during his younger years. He motioned left and right as if rowing and his strokes were truly smooth and rhythmic to that of a canoe racer. I could see that he was in muscular shape from the looks of his upper body, which appears doughy from age but still tight and probably left over from working out during his high school years.
I later found out that he lost his girlfriend out to sea while they both went swimming during his high school years. He tried to swim after her but his strength from body building left him and could not save her. I figured anyone who has lost a loved one has already suffered, which probably explains why he loves talking about women. So on with my story.
He went on to brag how many beautiful women would wave: `Hi, Oscar`. He smiled widely, cocking his neck this way and that and waving back at these women. I believe the man was very popular and attractive to women in those days. At that time, I was sitting on the edge of the bed with Oscar to my right hand side.
Then suddenly, Ruby his wife flung an empty water bottle on his head. She was sitting to my left hand side and to Oscar’s right side. This incident was after a brief pause in Oscar’s conversation of women. I remember looking downward in silence, too, while visualizing all the women waving to Oscar.
I later found out that he dated lots of women and that he probably let a few more stories slip by, letting his wife, who was within earshot to hear of his newest story. I was rather impressed but not amused. I didn’t react to the incident but kept my cool as my mind was too relaxed at that time; since it was late into the night.
He then started talking about credit agencies and my asking for his website of that sort of business. For whatever reason, I tugged on Oscar’s dark-blue, long-sleeved, plaid-designed shirt (similar to some sort of gang color code) after he said:
We fight them.
I knew they meant business. I too am business minded. But I still wonder if I could see them once again on better terms after so many years. I made weird discoveries over the course of nine slong years. But those data do NOT reflect what is printed in black and white. And I’ll keep it at that – simple and merely administrative.
So to the intel community, just lay off the mainstream media. It is NO longer worth my entertainment. TPTB know more than they are willing to expose, much like UFO’s and extraterrestrials floating around above in the air or hiding below underground. Once again, many are called, few are chosen. Go figure.
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20090922-Pig Skin
There is a Filipino saying translated as `Thick as a pig’s skin`:
Balat ang baboy.
On occasion, we would snack on crunchy, pig skins. It’s good stuff and a source of saltiness. Last night we ate adobo made of pork. It had layers of fat and lots of it. The food was bought from Goldilock, a local Filipino restaurant in our neighborhood.
While trying to curly Maw’s hair this morning, Maw blew up again after I screamed that her radio was too loud. She accused me of being demon-possessed. She is really high on steroids from inhalers taken the night before as treatment for her asthma.
The first thing that occurred to my mind was that she had eating too much pork adobo and diniguan (or blood pudding made of pork, too) the night before last. Eating BAD pork went straight to her head and affected her emotions.
So when someone blows up unexpectedly, one should wonder if eating pork is evil, possessing people in the form of demons. Perhaps there are reasons why certain religions avoid eating an animal which is supposed to be SMARTER and more easily trained than an average canine.
Perhaps, Obama and Congress should outlaw the consumption of pork altogether! Maybe people should receive their vaccination for swine flu (H1N1). People should stop being fat hogs (or morbidly obese) for once in their lives and be healthy NOW before Obama’s health care/insurance reform bill passes.
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20090922-Divorced Nutter
At around 07:33am, the next door neighbor, Linda, a divorced nutter came out to check her mailbox. I saw her glare at us when we were partially backed outs from the driveway and into the street. Her shades transitioned to a darker color. Her face looked demonic and unsmiling.
Other crazy activities that she has done in the past:
- When she first moved into the house, she complained about the tall weeds growing into and through the fence dividing both their backyards. As the usual behavior of Visayans, she wanted Maw to go over the neighbor and tell them to cut their weeds. Maw told her off that it was her problem and not ours.
- When the Asians moved across from her, she complained about their ugly lawn.
- When some white renters moved next door to these Asian (and across from us), she has a fight with the little girl.
To the San Jose Police Department, she is a dangerous woman. The divorce courts know about her belligerent behavior immediately after the judgment was made in favor of her first ex-husband. Her own siblings gave up on her. If she is able to fight with a little girl, we her next door neighbors are in danger. But I have my camera ready.
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20090919-Meeting Mate
These are stories of how couples met and got married:
- Maldeath was pregnant with her first child. And out of fear for her father’s anger, she fled to Virginia to seek the aide of Auntie Angel, who spent thousands of dollars back then, which was worth LOTS in today’s currency. She got a quick marriage.
- Rudy, who took over as a bell boy via Paw’s reference as a cleaning person for the lobby of Hotel Pilipinas, was being stalked by the girl that he met at the gift shop where she worked. He didn’t call, write or speak to her. Relatives noticed how skinny she was. She buttered the parents of the Rudy and found favor with them, who in turned FORCED their boy to marry the manipulative broad.
- Malouse was being courted by a local man, who had affairs with women in the town. The parents of the girl had to hire security during their wedding in order to prevent retaliation from women of the town.
- Gigalo and his wife had financial problems and were borrowing money from Auntie Angel. Both were fighting constantly. Paw and Maw saw the wife kick Gigalo in the balls while in bed.
- Dead wanted to marry a woman born and raised as a Jehovah Witness. His father refused to recognize the marriage until the woman converted to Catholicism. She converted.
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20090919-Not Good
Long ago, aunt-in-law Babe complained to Auntie Angel:
- Malouse was pregnant with her first son and REFUSED to wash and dry the dishes, which was left in the sink for the ants to infest the sponsor’s home.
- Lolo (while he was still alive) called via the telephone one day and asked to speak with his son Rudy, who was NOT informed by his wife. She REFUSED to let her husband speak with his own father.
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20090919-Deceitful Suckers
To cuz Shill: The anger of your Maw is justified for you NOT to hug or kiss your relatives after sponsoring them in HER house so long ago:
- Complained to Ate Angel about their monthly contribution for RENT in a measly amount of $20.00 to $30.00 per month for being too much from long ago.
- Borrowed your Paw’s T-shirts, underwear, sock and towels.
- Broke your Maw’s bed from a couple of fat people, who still complained about your Maw.
- Left her cooked food to rot on the kitchen table.
- Refused to wash and dry the dishes they used.
- Entitled to stay for free without helping to clean up their sponsor’s home.
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20090918-Not Good
Long ago, we received a frantic call from a relative. I believe it was Ruch or Rod. For all we know, the family came all the way from Union City, CA and brought over a hysterical woman, Babe. She is full of s#!t and emotionally manipulated her family in this manner to this day.
I know that woman messed up our hotel room arrangement for a wedding with our relatives up in Chicago, Illinois. I had to use my own credit card just to book the place after Maw made noise with the front desk.
I know that woman messed up our pick-up of Lola from the nursing home in Hayward, CA. A red-colored sign was placed on the bed to get the old woman dressed. For all we know, the nurses station wasn’t aware of the arrangement scheduled on 05/27/2007.
Today, I saw the VERY piercing and suspicious eyes of that woman as she conversed with Maw. I kept blocking her bad juu-juu. She hardly looked at Paw or moi. I wanted her out of that room and out of our lives.
That woman is capable of spreading falsehood among the relatives, who is already aware of how she would butter up our late paternal grand-father, who reported to us LONG AGO that Babe is NO GOOD. In order to be liked, she would and continues to butter up her co-workers, in-laws and other strangers, just like her son. Imagine the seeds!
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20090918-Helpful Hands
For the second time this month and never before in the past, I’ve massaged the thick, bicycle legs of Brat. His weaker left leg felt stiffer on the outside thigh area and painful underneath where the muscle attaches underneath the hip bone. His right calf on the outside was tender too. I massaged the affected areas back towards his heart.
Anyway, the first time was after Maw’s simple birthday dinner at home. The massage helped the boy perform faster the following day. He would bicycle almost every friggin’ day and someones for one hour during lunchtime up to Fremont, CA and back.
But one time the derailleur broke off, rendering his bicycle beyond repair and useless for donations, which MUST be in good working condition for obvious safety reasons.
Although I’m not the best older sister, this is all I could offer for the boy.