Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: religion

  • 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).

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    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.

     

  • 20111208-Random Thoughts

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

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    12/08/2011 09:14. The change for today’s grocery at Seafood City was $1.33!

    12/08/2011 16:29pm. After playing with my speaker phone messing up the translation, I had a thought. I think it’s like a bank that gets too big that it eventually has to go pop because its plastic cannot expand further and gets brittle over time. Then I viewed some humorous YouTube videos. I like the musical parody on Conan the Barbarian and hearing the “lamentation of the women”. Bahahaha!

    12/08/2011 16:17pm. I saw a Mexicano kid walk northbound along the sidewalk of MY long stretch road, paused in front of the eucalyptus tree next to the neighbor in front of us, looked for traffic and crossed over to continue walking northbound on the other side. He wore a black hoodie, double-knit jacket and matching black pants. His hair was buzzed short, too. I was closing the blinds to my bedroom window upstairs. Just then, a dark-green colored long-bed, truck was turning “left” and going northbound too.

    12/08/2011 14:24pm. Long ago, rich Chinese, who are citizens of the Philippines, stayed longer in the private hospital (De Ocampo Hospital).

    12/08/2011 14:23pm. Maw shared a story of how the residence/patients at De Ocampo Hospital would give a dessert called “tikoy” to the staff during Christmas.

    12/08/2011 14:31pm. Maw sensed that the fraud would have given a simple answer: And sure enough, with regards to today’s testimony by Jon Corzing: “I simply don’t know where the money is…” In order words, we know damn well, if the “committee” cannot find/locate the missing money of $1.2 billion, then of course he won’t tell them! Bahahaha!

    12/08/2011 13:30pm. At 13:27, a helicopter flew directly over our home and was headed in a southwest (200-220) direction, toward the SJC airport.

    12/08/2011 13:26pm. Without fail our taxpayers’ money is being wasted on the San Jose white utility truck, which was seen parked (facing northbound) between two eucalyptus trees, next to the neighbor in front of us.

    12/08/2011 13:04pm. From the stop sign at the RUE, an SJPD squad car proceeded down MY drive.

    12/08/2011 13:00pm. The blue four door sedan was parked across from the divorced nutters house. Billy was picking up his daughter, Melinda. They turned left going southbound on MY long stretch of road.

    12/08/2011 12:36pm. The same white-colored utility truck (San Jose City), driven by two white guys wearing reflective shades, sped southbound on MY long stretch of road.

    12/08/2011 12:00pm. The divorced nutter arrived home. I finished dumping my first bag of mulch when I saw the psycho getting her mail. She had a smug stink around her. I noticed she was wearing tight pants and brown boots covering her calf. She then proceeded to pretend cleaning the side area of the fence by picking up a piece of roll up paper and throwing it behind her and then adjusting the garden hose with her slutty butt showing to the public. Perhaps, the government can take away her disability checks for defrauding the system with the lunacy of screaming at women and little girls.

    12/08/2011 11:50pm. Around the same time Paw found the photo, they were seen “driving by” our location like gangsters. To the SJPD, they drove slowly southbound. I could see the driver smiling at my/our direction and looking out his opened window. Then they made a U-turn at the cul-de-sac behind us and drove slower on OUR side. I saw the passenger smiling at my/our direction and looking out his opened window. Perhaps, y’all need to install CAMERA on MY long stretch of road.

    12/08/2011 11:30pm. Paw found a small, faded photo near our gate where I dreamt of a Hispanic couple. The photo was washed out in red color and it was about the width of three fingers. The photos showed two guys on the left and one female on the right. The fat guy in the center was weaing a medal. The guy on the left had a blanket on his back. The girl had long curly brunette hair. I put it in my right pocket of my black-colored, acrylic vest in the hopes of scanning it for later but it got washed accidentally by Maw.

    12/08/2011 09:45pm. I recalled an incident when I was a teenager. Uncle Florene and Auntie Hely were sitting in the back seat of our dark-olive Buick Electra 525. Paw was driving and enjoying his new tape, which sounded like a woman asking for my sex: “Gimme, gimme, gimme more! Gimme, gimme, gimmie more! Just give me, gimme some more! Ah! Aw! Oh Ah! Aw! Oh! Ahhh!” Maw got infuriated at the song, turned around to talke with the relative couple behind us and told them she didn’t like the tape because it was inappropriate. I really liked the “pole dancing” beat. But I had to turn the volume down since I was up front and sitting in the middle of the long, one-piece cushion and kept quiet the rest of the way.

    12/08/2011 08:5am. I wonder if the Catholic Church is the stage ground for the NWO in ROME, ITALY! A kingpin was found hiding in an underground bunker.

    12/08/2011 08:00am. Our “Monsigneur” celebrated mass for the first time with the changes in the New Roman Missal. Today is “Immaculate Conception“. His sermon was about the mother agreeing to hybridization. I wondered if she was threatened that the whole planet would have been destroyed if she did not comply to this event.

    12/08/2011 08:00am. “Joe” Paterno should be jailed. Nancy Pelosi should be jailed. “Bank of Italy” screwed up with the mortgage service. Heck! All “Italians” who are corrupt politicians should go to jail.

  • 20111204-Humor Time

    We attended evening mass on Saturday and there were four priests — three Filipinos and one Taiwanese, who didn’t laugh at jokes by a dark-skinned, short-necked celebrant, who started his sermon by mentioning “international accents.

    Next, he explained Advent and the preparation of the coming of Christ, end times in 2012 or whatever. He then fingered the wreath and pointed out that it won’t wither because it was plastic, and how one of four candle was pink because they ran out of purple ones.

    He took his sermon to describe preparations for Christmas. In some Filipino households, Christmas trees are put up on November 1st and taken down around the first Sunday of January or February or stayed up for the next year.

    He suggested that Christmas presents are exchanged with a knife set given to mother-in-laws. This means that in-laws don’t get along. I am not surprised.

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    I took notes around 11:09 and 11:13am.

  • The Power of ONE…

    The Power of One (song)

    “”The Power of One” is a song performed by Donna Summer, which is the theme song to the movie Pokémon: The Movie 2000. Pokémon: The Movie 2000, subtitled The Power of One, is the second feature-length film based on the Japanese Pokémon video game series, released in late 1999.”

    “The song’s lyrics have been quoted several times by former 2012 Republican presidential candidate Herman Cain, including at the August 11 Republican debate. Cain has variously attributed the lyrics to “a poet” and “the closing song to the 2000 Olympics”.[2] However, the song is not included in the music list for the 2000 Olympics’ closing ceremony [3]”

    “Life can be a challenge…

    Life can seem impossible…

    It’s never easy when there’s so much on the line…

    But you can make a difference…

    With courage you can set things right…

    The gift to dream…

    and make dreams real…

    is yours and mine…

    The power of one

    begins with believing…

    It starts in the heart…

    Then flows through the soul…

    And changes the world…

    Imagine how life will be…

    When we stand in unity…

    Each of us holds the key…

    To the power of one…

    Each of us is chosen…

    There’s a mission just for you..

    Just look inside you’ll be surprised…

    What you can do…

    The power of one…

    begins with believing…

    It start in the heart…

    Then flows through the soul…

    And changes the world…

    Imagine how life will be…

    When we stand in unity…

    Each of us hold the key…

    To the power of one…

    And one by one…

    We can make the world…

    A much better place…

    The power of… ONE…

    Beings with believing…

    It starts in the hearts…

    Then flows through the souls…

    And changes the world…

    Imaging how life will be…

    When we stand in unity…

    Each of us hold the key…

    It’s inside of you and me…

    Each of us holds the key

    To the power of one…”

  • 20111128-Random Thoughts

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

    11/28/2011 08:46am. En route home from this morning’s mass, we noticed that the gasoline price of the local Arco station read as “6-6-6” from the inverted numbers of “9-9-9” — 3.59, 3.69, and 3.79!

    11/28/2011 08:11am. I’m sure the descendants of the ancient bloggers to religious texts, such as the Koran and Bible, would surely profit from copyrights.

    11/28/2011 07:55am. Last Wednesday and prior to Thanksgiving Day on Thursday, Ben told of the oil-powered light dimming near tabernacle. In his wild imagination, he claimed to have prayed to the Lord to please let the flicking light become brighter. Maw and I played dumb. I recollect Evelyn, a friend of my auntie-in-law Glogria. Evelyn is wanted by the police in Pleasanton, California for fraudently duping people into believing these unlikely religious events, such as telling us long ago that a small statue was sweating oil from its pores. The couple had to come up with something so unbelievable because they took a long time/whispering from the small bedrooms what to showw us.

    11/28/2011 07:50am. Upon our arrival, a dark-haired pale-faced guy entered his white car, which was parked on MY long stretch of road.

    11/27/2011 21:12pm. At 9:11pm, I had another de ja vu in which I had uploaded into my Customized Header, an image showing “Brother John’s Glacier”.

    11/26/2011 22:41pm. Father Mike was the celebrant of that evening’s mass. He wouldn’t let us go and continued to make eye contact with Maw and/or moi. He spewed off by memory and in lightening fast pace, the Latinized version of the mass to “show off” to Maw, who complained about the changes of the new missal text.

    11/26/2011 22:10pm. After coming out of the Hancock Fabric during Black Friday, we were crossing the small road from the building to the parking lot. To our right and through the passenger side window, a fat old WHITE man mumbled under his breath: “Oh, come on!” I mumbled loudly, “We got old people here!” Maw was obviously walking in much pain and VERY slowly as the small pick-up truck rounded the corner to the right. As they turned, he said: “I’m old too!” I replied louder, “God Bless You, Sir!” He replied, “God Bless You.” Bahahaha!

    11/26/2011 18:17pm. While shopping unsuccessfully for Lo Mai noodles at 99 Ranch Market, we noticed that a bunch of Mazon brand banana was priced at $6.66!

    11/26/2011 16:55pm. I flipped through my favorite “daily companion” during evening mass and noticed the bottom left hand corner of the “verso” page was dog tagged to reveal page 225.

    11/26/2011 01:22pm. We left Auntie Norma’s small apartment on Friday, 11/25/2011 at around 11:30pm. She wanted to go with us but we feared for her safety and slowing us down for more errands during the rest of the day. She said that it is the though of giving even though the boy didn’t show up to greet his OLD family. But Maw wouldn’t have none of that nonsense. The boy lives just 0.7 miles (or three minutes) by car or walk of 14 minutes! That’s no excuse for the turd and twit to treat people who are on the “righteous path”. (I’ve read people like us would most likely be attacked for being in the “wrong” for not “showing off” and “spending money” on self by giving to others in the most need.)

    11/25/2011 22:54pm. At 8:57am, I noticed a silver car backs up and then forwards to turn into traffic and follow me. then a black SUV with a single oval eye with rays coming out like wings on either side was going to Saratoga Ave. This was during Black Friday off Valley Fair and the traffic was good for two Highway Patrol squad cars to issue driving violations for those who dare cross over the solid, double white lane to the off-ramp.

    11/25/2011 12:58pm. A district manager (or VP?) of Hancock Fabrics was in the Saratoga branch! He helped cut our bolts of fabrics with PRECISION and better than the older white lady who helped suggest getting a RoboCut! He sole us three pairs of purple-handled, titanium-coated scissors for $7.99! Wow! That’s a deal! He was our height, had closed-shaved, dark hair and wore a black, stretchable, long-sleeved fabric. His eyes were sparkly and strangely “lined” red/pink or something like that. Oh! I was the girl that said “Ouch” when he made the first of two cuts and was waiting for me to say “Ouch” the second time around! Funny guy!

    11/25/2011 09:11am. Maw’s “spider sense” indicates that my paternal Uncle Smack would start claiming to his eldest sister, my Auntie Malnorm, that he doesn’t have any money and needs some “dough” from her. Further and as pay back for the technicalities offered by his wifey Glogreia, she would convince her sister-in-laws, my paternal aunties Maldeath and Malouse, who are both registered nurses, to take care of the nursing home of at least five rooms. Paw told his eldest sister that “Ooo-tang is ooo-tang.” Payback is NOT free. The point is do NOT do business with relatives who expect NOT to pay for labor!!! So to my two aunties, watch out. Smack and Glorgeia are planning to hold you accountable/going to cook you both! Bahahaha!

    11/25/2011 08:53:46am. For a few days, I noticed that my dashboard read more double-digit numbers: 82122 (odometer) and 833.9 (speedometer).

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    11/25/2011 07:56am. Maw cried that the was buying love with gifts and spend money from a dark and bitter heart. That being, he just lives 0.7 miles from his old mother. Hmmm.

    11/24/2011 20:10pm. At 20:09pm, I had a de ja vu moment in which I was downstairs and anticipated something to be said or done.

    11/24/2011 21:45pm. Inday called and helped to converse with the hurt feelings of Maw, whose heart the boy keeps breaking.

    11/24/2011 22:20pm. I was watching our cable programming and an advertisement showed a FEMA website: Ready.gov | Prepare. Plan. Stay Informed.

    11/24/2011 15:35pm. Maw had described what would happen to Smack, Glorgeia, Giant and Joh and their nursing home near St. Annes in Hayward, CA. It would go under from lack of FUNDS (from Social Security funneled by the helpless residents/patients and/or from my Auntie Malnorm). The stories with other nursing home owners, Lydia, Connie, Franscisco, didn’t go ell. One had her license taken away. All closed their nursing home businesses. Patients were known to be soak and wet, shivering from cold because the owners told the workers do NOT change their diapers. It cost the owners too much to wash patients daily. Snack are thrown away into the sink because patients are TOO slow to eat/swallow. STATE inspectors would looks inside and out the refrigerator and food and would insist that repairs be made. Further information was that Joh was giving medication to these poor and helpless elderly folks. He is NOT licensed! There must be at least ONE licensed on site 24/7 in that facility. At least 3,000 to 5,000 dollars per month could be spent per person, not unless this family of four is taking more than half their share away from the needs of the senior citizens. I wonder if the relatives would complain to the STATE and report if anything happens, just to be sure that justic is served for those who cannot defend themselves against heartless yet well-meaning FRAUDS!

    11/23/2011 20:10pm. Paw spoke of the captain smoking post in the mast. This was rumored/smelled by the local people.

    11/23/2011 20:08pm. Paw spoke of the prison being called the “brig”.

    11/23/2011 20:07pm. Paw spoke of engineering departments, human resources, personnel and supply clerk working together. There is but one chaplain for one religion.

    11/23/2011 20:05pm. Paw spoke of buying our fancy platesw from Crete. On board the ship, there was a ship store with items from Switzerland.

    11/23/2011 11:05pm. Only those who retired from the military service are ALLOWED to shop in the Commissary Stores. Paw is proud to have served the military for twenty years. He is retired and uses his ID card to use/sponsor Maw and me to go grocery shopping at the DeCA in Moffett Field, CA. Unfortunately for Ben, the usher at our local parish, he left the Air Force in eight years and didn’t retire from the military and therefore he cannot tell us stories about the joys of shopping at a military store. Bahahaha!

    11/22/2011 08:09am. Maw complained that people work so hard and then there is no treatment and the government is no help, especially to the senior citizens who paid their taxes and military personnel who served this country.

    11/22/2011 08:09am. Yesterday during that morning’s mass, Father Mike mentioned something about the Virgin Mary’s relative being a priest, who was Uncle Zachariah. So we can see from this small hint that the blood line is wealthy and very much alive and well, so to speak. Bahahaha!

    11/22/2011 07:50am: We were following a BIG white utility truck. It was a local parishioner who dropped off her daughter at the school. The ad on the truck read plumbingalert.net (408) 272-1423.

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  • 20111123-Random Thoughts

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

    11/23/2011 11:02am. This morning Father Mike had a change to chat with Gloria, “Binh”, “Minh”, Maw, Paw and moi, except the florist and Carlos, whom I had to hug to calm him down after he got pissed off at us for talking too much. We learned that some parish with more/less parishioner contribute/donate less/more, with out local parish paying around 19%, which is slightly medium-high. He exited by offering us a deep bow (Asian style) but mostly towards moi. I mumbled aloud a “deep bow”.

    11/23/2011 10:00am. While waiting in line at Safeways with our box of one dozen donuts (at two for one dollar at club price), we overheard a middle-aged man talking to his mother over the cellphone. “Hi Momma! I love you! I am here eating a free sandwich.” He made kissing sounds over the cellphone. Maw looked at me with slightly tearful and red eyes because her own son wouldn’t do the same this season. He actually bought $1.49 sandwich and a plastic bottle of flavored milk.

    11/23/2011 09:31am. At 8:44am and after this morning’s mass, I saw an Asian guy get into his red sedan parked in front of his house. Again, this is one of many instance in which spooks would time their presence upon my arrival.

  • 20111121-Random Thoughts

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

    11/21/2011 23:13pm: At 23:11pm, I saw an ant crawling on the wireless phone on my computer desk and I told out it to go home because it can follow its trail just like extraterrestrials follow chemtrails.

    11/21/2011 21:36pm. Earlier that day, we were lined up for food at Goldilocks. A 72-year old Filipino woman told us that Maw and I look like each other. That’s nice and scary, too. Not only do I sound like Maw (as per the misguided cousin, Shillster), I am turning into Maw!

    11/21/2011 21:33pm: En route home bound from a free concert “Grateful” at our local parish, the Arco gas station showed prices of 361, 371 and 381 (in the evening) from 363, 373, and 383 (after morning mass). Paw and I joked that the number three added to 6, 6 and 6.

    11/21/2011 19:07pm: At 1906pm, the odometer of Paw’s Mazda Protege showed 36,787.

    11/21/2011 17:31pm. En route to his morning’s mass, a green, mini van was parked northbound on MY long stretch of road. She kept flashing the brakes. Upon our arrival, she opened the driver’s door. I signaled right to show her I saw what she was doing. Later on that day and en route eastbound from 237 and just before the 101 interchange, a tow truck signaled left from his parked place upon our arrival.

    11/21/2011 11:25am: At 11:22am, the odometer of Paw’s Mazda Protegé showed 36,766.

    11/21/2011 07:55am. We learned last Saturday evening that Father Mike or Ben or both told Margaret about the pronunciation of the word “six”, which sounded like “sex”.

    11/21/2011 07:54am. Last Saturday evening, we sat through mass with someone coughing behind us. She looked like Genie T. but much taller. The day before, I found a second green-eyed flyer taped to our front door and a plastic bag of white rocks on our driveway.

  • Thanksiving Family Forum now…

    Watching CitizenLink.com and six GOP presidential 2012 candidate. Both Mormons – Romney and Huntsman – declined. Gee! I wonder why they didn’t share their “belief systems”???

    “CitizenLink (formerly Focs on the Family Action) is a movement of like-minded citizens who want to protect the family and transform the culture of our country.”

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  • 20111113-More Spooks

    After Sunday morning mass at 1045 am, there were the spooks.

    First, there was Ben, the stubborn and controlling husband who has a hoardin problem. You should see his house but the house of Emmer and Mirhna is filthy and dirtier. He did not even give me eye contacted greeted me but continued to talk to my bio-units. We left them and then went down th lobby.

    Next, there were a bunch of people blocking the way to the exit of the lobby. One was a dark-skinned, Filipino girl dressed in that tight black dress. Her boyfriend was obviously a skinny white boy with brunette hair. She was seen hugging and smiling and laughing out loud with a bunch of other white old people. This goes to show that there are Asian who think they’re white.

    Last, there was Poi, the droopy-eyed freeloader. She was waiting outside the main doors to our local parish. She gave Maw direct eye contact and inquired if we were going to eat out at our expense, no doubt. I glanced my way as I tried to greet her. I should have said that she is a freeloader out loud. People like us are running away from people like her. She does not take a hint that she should reciprocate the kindness of other people. Mirhna flicked Poi off once during a party at the same table.

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  • Notes on old book…

    I was reading an old book last night while in bed because wasn’t sleepy and blogging was fruitless. Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:

    11/13/2011 23:46pm: p.148, “visible and invisible”. That’s in line with the new Roman Missal changes for November 27, 2011.

    11/13/2011 23:59pm: p. 153, The reason why a teacher tends to repeat things over and over is because he is senile! Or perhaps the student is too slow and dumb.

    11/14/2011 00:05am: p. 154, “slaves to their egos and vanities”. Well, from Obama‘s speech last night in Hawaii, I kept sending/thinking imageries of which they fed/he picked up about “improvements”. The speech ended 5:49pm (Hawaiian Time), which was ELEVEN minutes prior to 8:00pm (Pacific Time).

    11/14/2011 00:18am: p. 160, The pronounciation of the word “hiram” (from “Hiram Abiff“) means “to borrow” in Filipino.

  • 20111111-Noticing Numbers

     

    For those who understand eternity as one long, drawn-out fart, today (depending on your timezone location) is supposed to be 11/11/11 (or November, eleven, twenty-eleven). Those are six numbers of “one” in a row.

    At 1:03pm, I was trolling an article via my online reader. And on the bottom of this article there was an image of the American dollar bill. The back side of this dollar bill showed 11:11. The number “one” appears on all four corners on this side of the paper money.

    I never noticed before until now. That must mean I am slow to understand how insignificant one day means to infinity. And I don’t understand why some Jewish masons believe that the capping the Giza pyramid with their symbol is supposed to save the world.

    Again, for those who time travel, that’s non-sense.

  • 20111110-Random Thoughts

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

    11/10/2011 10:50am: After briefly speaking with Arcy, Maw’s former co-worker, who now has diabetes, too, and during one VERY slow circuit around the Great Mall, I mumbled under my breath something about turning into a grandmother or grandfather and being proud. It was really directed to beautiful young people who don’t have children yet.

    11/10/2011 08:34am: After this morning’s mass, I had to take my quick notes about how Paw would say: “Very interesting.” This thought occurred after thinking about how “greys” (or extra-dimensional beings/scientists) removed an imaginary piece of white-colored cancer material from an abductee/patient and place the cancerous speciman on a petri dish.

    11/10/2011 08:21am: I would say, “Blessed be the Holy Spirit, the Parakeet.” From the Divine Praises (during the Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament), the correct word should be the Paraclete.