Here are three lunch photos of this morning’s bar-be-que dishes: banana pepper and eggplant with tomato and purple onion; strips of two (extra-large and small/medium) steak calamari; and two halves of baby (aww!) milkfish (or Filipino “bangus”).
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Well, after lunch, I took off five pieces of screens from the windows upstairs and started to soap and hose down the items in the backyard. At around 7:00pm, I finished taking my shower after trimming my nails and cuticles quickly and after finishing our cleaning about a half hour earlier.
“I thought we are done [cleaning]!” ~Exclaimed Paw as he finished washing his hands in the kitchen sink and reluctantly donned his working clothes of plaid shirt, dark blue pants and military cap.
Maw was already cooking dinner of coconut stew while I helped Paw “load” the ladder for us to climb onto the roof. Maw climbed too but we refused the old hag to join us. Instead she “helped” by scraping off bits and pieces of dormant mold in between the asphalt roof shingles.
That was our goal: to scrap off as much green mold and lichen of yellow, pink, and white colors. We did so on the “north” facing shingles as drivers of various sorts (and the police driving around as “citizen” vehicles).
Paw used the dust pan and “walis” to broom the caterpillar-shaped fur balls and gather them into a plastic bag. The remaining loose ones were hosed down by moi. I helped clean out Paw’s gutter of eucalyptus leaves and flushed the sediments with the garden. It was a task he used to do but now I’ve made my services available to the old timer.
Maw then helped flush down the fur balls down out driveway, off the sidewalk and into the gutter headed straight for the Bay Area. She wouldn’t stop narrating while working. I hushed her from the second story. She just doesn’t get it!
Then I replaced the screens after wiping down two front facing windows. I had to hose down the two back facing windows prior to the screen. With Maw’s maroon-colored aluminum cane, I wrapped a terry cloth around the stick and secured it with a nice rubber band. That extension served as a wiper for the hard-to-reach section of the windows.
I didn’t feel much pain during the activities, except last night’s stiff left should and painful back and today’s soreness in the thigh muscles from stooping while working on the roof. Of course, I kept flicking off curious on-lookers with my hidden middle finger while pretending not to notice. Bahahaha!
“Son, I just don’t want you to come here anymore. All you do is upset us. Stay where you belong and don’t come home. I let you go so you can live your life and be happy”. ~Thoughts of prayers by Maw to her son during Sunday morning mass.
“Darkness cannot stand the light of truth.”
That is why the girl and the boy refuse to come to our dirty, stinky house. It’s because we will speak the truth and our minds of their failed relationships. They expect us to accept them for who they are — cheats, liars and deceivers. We will not conform and will fight to make them SEE THE LIGHT!
“Maw! She is afraid to visit you!” ~Said the boy long ago.
No! She is nasty and chose to ignore us, you idiot! Further, I saw how her face gloated in vileness when Maw scolded the boy for talking back at his OLD family. His wifey is a dishonest person, who would return clothes after wearing them for one day AND with the price tag still on! She is a cheater to these hard-working merchants/middle-class businesses who have to absorb the cost of taking returns. She might as well be a borderline kleptomaniac!
No! He is afraid to face the truth that he was desperate to find anyone willing to put up with his manipulative behavior. He has NO RESPECT whatsoever with regards to his culture, his relatives and his OLD family. He is using his wifey to SPITE against the very people who keep asking about him!
For example, there were two Filipino guys who married Chinese. These divorced their wives because the husbands stood their grounds and didn’t let their PRINCIPLES get in the way of “dark energy”, which was fed to them in the form of food and other pieces of their wives and right into their stomachs! The truth hurt their tummy so much they couldn’t stand eating the bile of eating away at their being anymore and had to leave the relationship.
There is no turning back. He is already molded in his stubborn ways of thinking. I wonder what the so-called “friends” and relatives alike on Facebook would think now when they find out the REAL truth!
So for FOUR hours, Maw has talked over the phone (long distance) with her niece — the only one that lives/works in Manila.
It so happens that our relatives have an unfavorable opinion of the boy’s “wifey” as posted via Facebook. She is NOT the most attractive woman for this VERY handsome “boy”.
But because the boy refuses to listen to his elders and allowed his vices to over rule “common sense”, we refuse to see him. Actually, the girl RARELY visits us and that tells you a lot about his choice until death to do part!
So guys, if your family and friends make honest comments that may sound unkind about your potential spousal choices, you are better getting hurt NOW by them than suffer negativity throughout your lives through her.
“Maw, she is scared of you”. ~Said the boy long ago. She is afraid of the truth. We will tell both of them to get a divorce. They can hate us throughout eternity for all we care. The girl knows she is no good for him, doesn’t match his passion in life and only cares about herself.
It is game over when you get married, guys. Bahahaha!
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I don’t know what is so popular about an undergraduate studying “social science”. Are they naturally sociable and make co-mingling with people a “science”? Perhaps, these sorts like to “study” human behavior and how they respond to various “stimuli”.
For example, as one of my lower division prerequisite class for a major, which didn’t work out because I was too stupid, I took “social studies”. I was fresh out of high school and didn’t know WTF I wanted to do with my sorry life. I thought I could breeze through the courses, graduate in time, get married with children right afterwards and work full-time to pay into a mortgage scheme. Well, it didn’t work out.
But my mind was working out full-time and not really concentration on studying. You see, I get distracted easily. And in that particular class was a VERY handsome guy, who was, I believe 21 years old. OMG! He was tall, too. He would wear leather jackets and had a VERY black hair style that was reminisce of “James Dean”. Jerry was his name and he lived with his mother off Tenth Street, I believe.
One day, while I was waiting to catch a shuttle bus off that area, I saw him ride his bicycle. But because my mind was wandering (and focused straight ahead in deep thoughts of day-dreaming), I didn’t see him slow down enough for me to catch a glimpse of his looking STRAIGHT at me.
If I only knew how to play my cards right and studied hard and knew where I was going in life, I wanted to marry him. My voice got caught in my throat. But it was too late to say, “Hi” to him. The Mexicano rode off to the university and out of my dreams forever.
I think something is happening to us. I’ve been seeing things and so has Paw. Maw is hearing things too. I guess we are short-circuiting and waiting for Deity to remove us from this hellish planet or at least wipe us clean of sin once and for wall. Whatever is happening, we are getting old.
Anyway, during our second circuit around the Great Mall in Milpitas, CA, Paw reported jokingly to me that he saw USPS (United Stats Postal Service) within the store’s name: U.S. Polo Assn. He later mentioned how some tall grass (which were painted on the wall) appeared to “come out”. There was an “overhang” for the recessed lighting that gave the illusion of 3D to the painted plants.
“Bad boy, bad boy! What cha gonna do when they come for you!” ~Old televised tune to the show “Cops”.
“Good girls like bad boys.” ~Theresa said last year.
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I am a good girl. And yes I like bad boys. Perhaps, I so stupid, clueless and dowright gullible to believe that bad boys like good girls. Well, I used to love them but none lasted.
I mean, they were the fugly and bad guys, who were street smart; were the kinds that parents would disapprove; smoked for good times and drank alchohol for fun; and gambled and invested money like there is no future. Most were highly uneducated but respectful when they have to be around nice people.
As mentioned in my old blog entries, we parted ways quietly by not calling or seeing each other. That would be described as “clean breaks” and those types of old wounds heal faster than the kinds left behind with bad karma, bitter sweet feelings or taste in the mouth and little to no emotional drama whatsoever.
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Assume that I have ideas, which are unpopular and contrary to fact. Let’s say that I act on said ideas, which are not wanted or expected. Would that make me selfish? I think so.
That’s why people must work in job/s that they enjoy doing and for fair wage or to least reciprocate in kind. That gives them some sort of self-worth and thereby they could value whatever perceived earnings as better than received as free hand-outs.
For example, I tend to drive my car more carefully than the two cars belonging to an elderly couple. It is because whatever I bought out of my own hard work from long ago is treated differently.
Further, the feeling is not mutual when I cannot support something or someone who doesn’t pull his own weight in the relationship. Usually, a jobless parasite will be a very big issue and so are unfavorable traits and bad habits, too.
So while altruism gives less feelings of guilt, the reality stands that love is only tolerant when there is not enough love and energy to share with a husband. This opinion may sound “a bit” unfair but it is a general truth.
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“Oh! Be quiet!” ~Maw to the radio.
“Give them a chance to sell something you might like to buy. You may actually want one even though you don’t need it”. ~Moi to Maw.
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I noticed that the television and radio NO LONGER have enough air time for useful information, discussion or debate. Instead, commercials continue five to ten minutes after each five to ten minutes of actual “mind” programming material.
I keep complaining aloud to myself, of course: “These wealthy white Americans can afford to say whatever they are paid over the airwaves!” All their noise do nothing to help solve problems of society. They expect the starving, homeless and working class to fight back against well-fed, well-educated and well-connected entities.
That’s why and one day when the two elderly couples pass on, I am dumping/donating more electronic crap to free myself from modern technology, if only I could first ween myself from my addiction – blogging via the cellphone!
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Just prior to 2:53am and after drinking water and using the toilet, I had a thought: Paw is a TI!
This would explain why his arm would move involuntarily while he would sit up front in the passenger seat of the car and while he ate dinner: he would adjust BOTH arms once and move his chair forward to continue eating. His continued annoyances in repetitive behavior and his sheer stubbornness point to being mind-controlled. He won’t stop defending Obama and the Democrats. Great.
It was no wonder his late mother has gotten two tattos — to ward off whatever monster she saw and no doubt a reptilian. Or why his Dad was always drinking and gambling but managed to put barely enough food on the table for his ungrateful children.
So I’ll have to relocate Shrimpsei’s imperfect orgone HS pyramid from my bedroom upstairs and bring downstairs to its new home – Paw’s bedroom. Hopefully, then the old man will have a clearer mind and conscious and open his eyes and mind to his immediate surroundings and realize that watching MSNBC is bad for the soul.
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Last night, after I sent a text message to the girl to call us at her convenience, she delayed sending a text message to me a few hours later and said in the body of the text that she would call us in the afternoon. A few minutes ago, she called us in the evening. Maw was sleeping after getting tired from walking around the mall. And I told the girl that Maw didn’t want to speak.
I couldn’t understand the muffling sounds she made with her rapid speech of broken English even through the boosted feature of this wireless phone was turned up along with the volume set to the highest setting of number five. I barely made out excuses after excuses of her commitment to herself and her family and declining to “hang around” with the boy as he requested.
I told her that it is too bad that she can’t match his passions in life. Then I got fed up with her nonsense and tested her to see if she would come over (last minute) to take a look at the text messages between the boy and me via my cellphone and how it would better to converse with Maw IN PERSON and not cope out via the phone. But she refused, not once, not twice but thrice. That’s not a good move. She is not a good “in-law”. She is defiant like the boy and they can die together for all we care.
As per conversations with others “Asians”: in-laws avoid the “other side” and keep to their “own kind”. As a result, she doesn’t deserve to be near us, who put up patiently. The boy and the girl should never come over to the house and divorce ASAP. She is no good for the boy. We don’t want any children from these two. They expect us to adjust OUR SCHEDULES to theirs after three years of failures. She had called from the house, which is only two minutes away. And yet by her own actions, the judgement is made. It goes to show that she doesn’t care.