Tag: spook

About five minutes ago, a tall, white guy with a salt-and-pepper beard, walked past my desk and down the long “hall’. He “yawned” too obviously with his teeth showing while both his hands remaining inside his pant pockets. He is wearing a muted, forest green-colored sweater and sports a dark pair of eyeglasses. Only Landy K. is the other person, who also yawns and reveal his buck teeth without covering his mouth. Another white, old man (who wears a light, black jacket) walked from “south” to “north” in front of me and near the accounting area: He had rubbed his nose, knowing that is a familiar signal that he sees me out of the corner of his right field of vision. Those two morons continue to annoy me here at work.

At around the 1:28pm mark yesterday, a red-haired, fully beared white man just picked up his remote controlled truck; walked perpendicular in front of me from the dirt block to my right and to his white Honda mini-SUV truck to my left.

Today en route to work, two more spooks signaled my presence at the north eBay campus. One was facing southbound. The driver hurried to open the trunk to the AT&T white truck. The next one was a stranded yellow cab facing eastbound. The TALL and skinny African guy made an about face in the opposite direction as I passed his location. He opened his driver side’s door and then quickly closed it.

At around the 10:48am mark today, two people — long brunette-haired, white lady in lime green jacket and TALL, bald, black man in gray suit — rant the back doorbell to the place. I then swiped my ID badge and opened the door for both of them. The lady drove a big silver GMC truck. It had a code “SEC”, meaning a government. Bahaha! It’s a small world.

After submitting my report to the USGS.com a few minutes ago, I hear a light plane buzzing over head for a few minutes starting 4:28pm or so. Yeah, I gave my geocoding to the place where I work. It’s okay. That’s for research purposes.

After this morning’s mass, Manong Ben was reading Poi’s billboard invitation to pray. He turned around counter-clockwise and I offered him a second New Years hug. Again, he replied: “Don’t work too hard!”

Yesterday, as I came back from my post lunch walk, I encountered Allan B., who held in his hands two copies of his wedding albums from Costco. One is our copy the other is for the boy, his best friend. I offered him a New Years hug, too.

Today, the usual Chinese continue to cough into my air space. Take a hint people! My last name doesn’t look Asian. Hello! Anyway, three Asian guys swung the door wide open as I made my way out to one of my brisk walking breaks. Bless them, of course.

The white “von” f@ggot guy was much gentler with the back door. I don’t know what’s up his @ass! (Hahahaha!) But you get the picture how pathetic he looks when he doesn’t seem cheerful. Another f@ggot made her way to the back door, pausing just a little bit for Charissa to match her foot steps.

Let’s see! Who else must I mention? I cannot think of anyone else to run through my cheese grater. Good night for now.

Well, I really hate working here. There are too many weird personalities. Humanity is full of creepy people.

One tall, white guy walked past my desk towards the back door with a ripe banana in his mouth. You guys are morons. My sugar level spikes from that fruit so I won’t be eating that for snack. I don’t want to pass out during work.

The Chinese guy, whom I told to shut up under my breath two weeks ago now sports a tinted shade, almost like red. He is possessed. Anyone who wears that colored shade has a devil inside.

Another guy wandered around as if he is looking beyond the cubicles and straight ahead for some invisible person. He was wearing dark-colored clothing and I couldn’t see his badge attached to his left pants pocket.

There is this double-chinned, Mexicano with a bald, tanned head and big nose like a Mayan. He is almost exactly my height. He works for Securitas downstairs. For whatever reason, he hardly smiles at anyone except JenJen, who is a mixed breed. He must have had a “hard knock life” or is acting like another “kalaboso” (or wanna-be thug with his pants hanging loose). These people are so obvious.

At around 1:00pm today, I sort of rushed right behind him as he swiped his badge. He hardly held the door opened for me. And I mumbled under my breath twice: “Bastos! Bastos!” As he rubbed his nose in the reflective mirror in front of us, I gave him a two finger up my nose. I had my black gloves on.
He went to the Mexicana, who too has a poker face, like JenJen and Steve. She usually reads a book.

So there you have it folks. This place is crawling with weirdos who pretend to be working hard, when they are just hanging on to their stupid jobs.

During New Year’s, the boy reported that one the girl’s sister, Jaime, the f@ggot, got angry at him for texting her. It cost her $0.25 to send and receive text. I told him not to text that crazy person again! But he continues to defy the request of people around him. Do you know what? That is his karma for disobeying his parental units. Not only did he marry the wrong person but he has to deal with these nutballs, who continue to drive poor Kim nuts with their tradition!

The cultures of Chinese and Vietnamese and more so Pinoys are NOT compatible! The boy and the girl are NOT compatible: They don’t share anything in common. Like the divorced nutter living next door to us, she and Kim were driven nuts because of the interference of the sisters! That’s right too much family get together can ruin a marriage. I suspect the boy will be the one driven nuts by his in-laws. Watch, you’ll see. Bahahaha!

Maw suggested that the boy fool around with someone else and get her pregnant instead. Frankly, I don’t care if those two get children. I’m a prick when it comes to people I like and I don’t like her, period. As a matter of fact, I’m hoping he hooks up with a surfer so that she and him can go to the ocean together. I’m hoping she is willing to learn about our culture, too; unlike that girl.

They should get a divorce because if she is able to scream at him at their home when I was around and at OUR home, she is capable of screaming at him after the children are born. And that will be a commitment forever. But because he is a dog (typical of the paternal side) and since he has nowhere to go, he will choose the lesser of two evils: Which is his consort, of course.

Sure, the boy can claim she is nice. But he is counting on how nice she is, which she isn’t. We know from the beginning she resents us and gloats that the boy resents us. She resents the boy for spending too much on himself and she is counting that he will give her more money and attention and possible will everything to her and her children.

She won’t make children before money. All she talks about is money. And money is important to her and her family. Do you know what? The boy and her are off my list. Sorry! They are able-bodied and annoying. I cannot handle everyone who is a parasite and expect me to change my opinions of them before the fact of anything that may materialize, if any.

We resent her, too. For example, both Maw and Paw totally RESENTS her to wash dishes. But because she is being stubborn, she disobeyed. Right there, she is showing her true color again, especially when she raised her voice at him that night at OUR HOME. In our culture, you don’t need to do that in front of the in-laws. That’s bastos. But she did because it’s HER culture. Do you understand what the boy has done to his OLD family?

The boy came over before lunchtime while I was still using the electric blower out front. He left at around 4:20pm. The relationship is weird — usually couples are supposed to come together and leave together but the case is not true with these twosome.

The girl is spooky. No matter what has been done and said there is something scary about that girl — from exercising her Far East traditionalism, to having a plastic skin that doesn’t welt, to worshiping Mammon as their primary deity, and to being a plain annoying robot with little emotions or remorse.

Well, during Christmas breakfast, she brought up a subject about “a will”. Now, “a will” is only good if you have assets, such as real property. The boy only has his boats and guns, which I’m sure the girl would appreciate to “inherit” in case he passes on.

My sense is that she is expecting the boy to share the wealth with her. But since the couple has NO CHILDREN, I’m assuming she wants to be entitled to whatever he might inherit from his parental units — the ones who worked so hard to earn and yet will end up forfeiting to someone who doesn’t seem to care about our Filipino tradition. Do you understand what the boy has done to his OLD family?

Yesterday, during the breakfast party at Denny’s, Myrna gave her valid reason as to how to keep a man in the relationship: sex. No wonder she and the BitterOne act rather unrefined and dress somewhat tawdry — the kinds that would expose cleavage. That’s it in a nutshell, folks. Either be a boring nutball (like the late Princess Diana) or an exciting whore (like Queen Consort Camilla).

Everything else in a relationship seems to be just the status quo of common rituals and mundane activities, including eating, drinking, sleeping, etc.