On September 7, we finished our training and we all thought that we would start right away. But no! I was running out of cash and the only way that I saw to earn some cash was to go to the States. When I learned on Sept 14 that it was still light years before we start our work, I thought of it. On the 15th, I called up our office to inform them and they told me that I should be back by October so off I went on the 16th.
It was funny because I really did not have any cash with me anymore. I only had 50 pesos left that day. While I was packing, I had this conversation with my dad:
Papa: O pupunta ka na sa States mamaya.
Me: (Big Smile)
Papa: May pera ka ba? May dollars ka ba?
Me: (Smile disappears) Wala eh.
Papa: Puny3tuh ka. Pupunta ka dun na wala kang pera? (Rummages through his drawer, then pulls out some dollars) Ito lang ang dollars ko. Bahala ka sa buhay mo. Hindi mo kagad sinabi bago nagsara ang bangko.
Me: Twenty-five dollars? Thank you. Sorry.
So off we went to the airport. After eating dinner, we had another conversation:
Papa: So may pambayad ka bang P750 para sa terminal fee?
Me: (Sheepish smile in place) Nasa wallet mo pa, pa.
Papa: Puny3tuh ka talaga. (Then pulls out P750)
Me: Bye! See you in October! (Smile in place)
At least during the flight I forgot that I was poor because I was seated in Business Class, care of our Philippine Airlines benefit. I was excited because it had the refurbished cabin, which means that the entertainment system is AVOD, or Audio-Video on Demand. I had a great meal, a great seat at the upper deck (RP-C7472 Seat 15A, exit row), and a great bumpy flight.
When I arrived in LAX, I was dreading that the Immigration officer would ask me how much money I brought. He did ask me that.
IO: So are you employed?
Me: Yes I'm going to start working on October.
IO: Are they paying you already?
Me: Not yet.
IO: Then you're not employed.
Me: Okay.
IO: How much cash did you bring?
Me: Just under a hundred bucks
IO: You're staying here for two weeks with a hundred bucks???
Me: Ah-- eh-- I'm staying with my relatives. They will pay for my stay here.
After this he got my biometrics and let me proceed to the baggage claim area. I heaved a sigh of relief. That was close. That officer was neither welcoming nor courteous, like the ideal characteristics described in the Immigration poster.
I just spent the entire two weeks doing things that I could have done here-- except that the cash flow was towards me and not away from me. :-)
This is what I wrote during our tech stop in Honolulu :
Aboard Philippine Airlines Flight PR103 bound for Manila. PR 103 is a very gloomy flight because from take-off in LAX to landing in MNL it is nighttime. The only plus factor in this flight is that they let us keep our window shades up throughout the flight. Meal service started soon after the fasten seatbelt sign was switched off. We started with the mixed tapas, which is Balik Salmon with Pickled Cucumber and Ginger Melon Balls with Mint Citrus Zest. For our appetizer, there was a choice of hot or cold and the flight attendant suggested the hot appetizer, Seafood Newburgh but unfortunately I am allergic to shrimp so I took the cold one. Foie Gras with Quince Paste and Smoked Duck medley. Lesson learned: Do not eat food that you can't even pronounce. When it was served, it looked so pretty in the plate that I had a hard time eating it. For the main dish I stuck to the basics: the Western Specialty, which was Mustard Crusted Salmon Steak Barbecue in Parsley Lemon Butter Sauce with Mashed Potato. It was all fine. Of course I drank Piper Heidsieck Brut Champagne to push all the food down (with a little help from Pepsi and H2O). For my "After Meal Delight" I was given a fresh fruit plate with Coffee Creme Brulee and of course, Haagen Dazs Ice Cream.
Then I took advantage of the Recaro seat and lay it flat for my sleeping pleasure. Before I went to sleep I watched Just for Gags, I made a music playlist, which also featured songs by Connie Talbot.
The music, the moonlight, the dim cabin interior, and the flashing of the aircraft's position lights made me realize that that flight was kinda romantic. Sadly though, there was no romance for me 35,000 feet in the air.
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What I say is no different than any Republican in the quest to reduce the enormous scope of government.
All those years of increasing government. None of those people were laid off as we regulratly witness in the private sector. Imagine the dead weight on the payroll.
You have to start laying people off. Unfortunately insolvency is the goal the gods have for the United States.
It's kind of like Mom:::So evil she isn't eligible for punishment until the end of her life when it is too late
Brain scramble jokes. She was a fake.
All in this position likely are fakes. The gods want things to prgress according to their agenda, and the clone host fakes guarentee the legislation they desire/require.
They aree always fresh, new know-it-all 20 year olds, eager to hurt people and "earn", so the only way things will improve is ironically if our children improve, if parents raise considerate, moral children. But while we have trashy parents like my family the gods will always have an endless supply of immoral monsers happy to sabotage the country through legislation.
In the course of decay and deterioration of the favor of the people the gods instructed their clone host tools in corporate to make changes to their products and subsequently in people's lives. The switch to plastic/disposable-based packaging is an outstanding example. Another is the extensive use/proliferation of disposable diapers. Whereas diaper services were the norm during the 20th cenutry a change occurred in the 70s/80s and parents began to incurr evil upon their children, and sadly in some cases think they were "earning" off their own infant children!!!
The gods are malicious and vindictive. Nobody wants to hear it because you've invested your whole lives but there's backstabbing underhanded shit they inflict on the people.
What I teach is the truth, and they will let me fall for it despite using me as their "Chosen One" to send you this message. Ultimately you will all be "rewarded" with your "consolation prize" and think you were right all along. But the truth is and always will be that you've been left behind.
The Anti-Christ is the positioning, whether enforcing the historical perception of the Holocaust, refusing to acknolowdge the existance/capability of Artificial Intelligence or the clone host fakes who infest society's upper eschelons, those whom the gods use to enforce the BigLie which compells people to incurr evil through temptation.
The gods are composer, conductor and the clone hosts are their symphony, the tools they use to manage Planet Earth and the disfavored who reside.
Everyone "going along" is part of the problem. Ironically, this may be where you "earn" your place in the Apocalypse, the fake "Matrix" battle of good and evil, and your "consolation prize" of "1000 years with Jesus on Earth".
This is the REAL battle of good and evil. Take it or leave it.
Many tactics were used to achieve the decline we realized as we slipped away from sexual decency, but the effective result was deterioration down to the level of OUR blacks, the Italians, ironically. The gods are punishing the people, and we need to abate the destructive behavior which has dragged us individually and collectively towards the edge of the abyss.
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