20110128-Eating Out

Well, the original place off Skyport Drive was packed with a lot of South Asian Indian guys and the group decided to eat at a Japanese place just down First Street. It’s my first time at that location and I saw an onion volcano and soy sauce magma!

The Asian chef cooked our meal rather slowly and carefully — first, fried rice, next the onions and vegetables of zuchinni, and then the meat of chicken, shrimp and scallops. He read off our orders in a counter clockwise direction. He scooped each cooked item onto our plates.

Before the chef, the waitress served us salad with sesame oil, then miso soup with floating white mushrooms and lots of chopped green onion and our green tea for everyone. The bill was split with four of us to my left and the remaining three to my right.

I think I’m having an allergic reaction to the honey mustard dip, my favorite, compared the boring sesame oil and soy sauce dip. Or maybe the seafood of scallop and shrimp is not well cooked. I know I may be allergic to shellfish. Or maybe Hoan’s stink went up my nose and in my eyes. He wouldn’t stop scratching his cooties inside my car! I’ll take a Benadryl now.

Okay from 11:45am to 1:15pm, the group had lunch together. Everyone except Tuan and JenJen showed up. I didn’t talk. While washing up in the restroom at work, I realized that I’m better off being a silent wallflower than a outgoing conversationalist. However I did joke about a stranded Ford truck and its owner replacing the front left wheel while showing his butt crack.

As for “Coach John” his hearing is compromised. No wonder he has a drawl in his speech. But he’s a good boy nonetheless and probably as outgoing as his father, whom I would love to meet — hear his stories and jokes. And as for JenJen’s eight year old doggie, I hope he is better after the skin surgery.

Holy crap! I’m reacting to whatever is in the food and/or air. I’ll take the second anti-histamine pill now.

Struggling Saws

Last night Maw was pissed because Paw didn’t want to help her cook a meal — diniguan (or a Filipino meat dish of bloody meat). Instead he does what he wants: gardening; since the pick-up for garbage, recycling and yard trimmings are Friday mornings.

After eating dinner, washing up and saying the three chaplets for the rosary, she continued to verbally express her frustrations with a stubborn husband, whose relatives are the same — no exception, including the children and so on.

Now she will do whatever she wants. She will no longer cook for Paw and me because we have “money” to buy our own food. She will attempt to attend noontime mass at Our Lady of Peace today. She has not driven in years! So I wish her good luck and hope that she doesn’t get into a freak accident or something!

With that said, I had to tell her about Yesha’s FB message sent to me this Monday. I didn’t have the heart to stress Maw out and ruin her sunny days. But since Paw already pissed her off with his UNCOOPERATIVE trait and after Maw told me about the dreams of her deceased parents, I knew it was a good time to let her know about the medications her sister needed.

But the catch was that Yesha wanted Maw’s permission to sell the rice field (for the medications). Since the “title” is with Maw, there is no way Yesha could get her requested PHOTOCOPY of the title from me! I got pissed off because this was NOT the proper way to conduct business. I told her that we will talk to our lawyer(s).

My spider sense was tingling (regarding her “monkey business” for a long time after she contacted me via FB). I’m protective of my TANGIBLE ASSETS. Her interest was to secure a VISA to Australia so she could “marry” the wrinkly, OLD white man, who looks like Landy, a tongue-flicking Reptilian with facial bumps and uneven skin texture. In order to get a VISA, she needed proof of PROPERTY, which belongs to Maw and her sister.

Yesha (with all the money that she claimed to have saved) doesn’t have a house and Maw cannot understand why her seemingly intelligent niece is bothering us about her mother’s medication. But instead, the fat blob lives in a run-down “apartment” in Manila where her employment is located. Maw scolded Yesha really good and made her cry.

Although the “lost soul” is a “smooth talker”, Yesha chose a path of stupidity. Relatives claim she gambles and does prostitution with her “business clients”. She denies these allegations. She claims her brother Rico is abusive to her and that she worries about the “apo” (or grandchildren) starving.

Maw told her to “cut the cord” with her abusive brothers and stupid relatives; take care of her health and loose some weight from her fatty, fat ass and comfort the stroke victim, her mother, my auntie Aida. Maw told her that ALL those evil relatives need to know what it’s like to struggle. Yesha is paying the karmic price of her mother’s stupidity.

Aida was noted for stealing money from her mother, my late Lola Valing. And Maw got punished with spanking for Aida’s misdeed. And Maw’s resentment toward her younger sister won’t be forgotten or forgiven. Even her late, eldest sister, my auntie Anita, complained to Maw back in 2005 that Aida didn’t give back the change after going shopping for Anita’s grocery.

So my involvement and action would be to buy back my maternal properties “as far as the eyes can see”. I intend to distribute in CASH whatever is due to the surviving children of the siblings listed on the will of my grandmother Valing. The grandchildren (like my brother and me) will have to ask the surviving “parents” for the share.

I expect TPTB to speed things up, now. Because I plan on moving forward and not backwards.

Satan’s Rocks

When I see Palestinians (or those without guns) throwing rocks at Israeli citizens/soldiers, I am wondering if this symbolic action is similar to pelting the “Pillar of Satan” during the pilgrimage to Mecca. Satan could be represented as the Jews, which could be “evil Reptilians” in human guise. I notice another similarity of the Jews claiming the land of “Israel” as “theirs”, much like Reptilians claiming this “planet” is “theirs” and/or that they were here first (or so I’ve read somewhere online). I figure Satan really is holding this planet hostage and for what it’s worth, the various inhabitants (with Reptilian DNA) on this planet are trying to claim their territory based on ancient “promises” or covenant(s). Oh my!

20110127-Weathery Ways

Today is beautiful. The skies are cripsy, clear and blue. I walked VERY slowly and enjoyed the warm weather. There lies a dead gopher near the driveway. R.I.P. little gopher. I believe the construction has disturbed its natural habitat.

Since yesterday, there has been some construction going on in the empty field right where the back parking lot is located. One tractor and lots of other rigs with steel beams and such. The smell was fresh soil and strong diesel smoke, which rose up into my nostrils.

Yesterday was beautiful. The skies had some sylphs. I had to walk with Theresa. She wouldn’t stop bumping into me. I had to swear to her left, only to swear back to her right. The girl is run down for some reason and maybe from losing her thyroid(s) at such as young age.