10:13PM saw bright light appear from corner of left eye while reading prediction number 2) of ‘MAKE 10 predictions concerning humanities future‘
2) Humanity’s question of “Are we alone”, and the response to our invitation delivered via Voyager (launched in 1978) will be found to have existed on earth for thousands of years.
‘Maw’ has been told ‘Heir Doktors’ to avoid direct sunlight – the life giving chlorophyll to plants, the temperature raising warmth to reptiles and the overall well being of sun lovers all over the world. Her medications are claimed to do bad things to her skin of turning the once smooth and youthful, shimmering pearl-like skin into a canvas of spotted, brown freckles haphazardly thrown as blotches upon her face mostly or patches most noticeably around her eyes like a panda bear without much sleep.
Her protection from the exposure of direct sunlight varies as she remembers to wear according to the day’s activities. Her wide brim hat barely covers the bottom of her jaw line and is useful while riding in the backseat of the car. Besides the sophisticated effects of using an umbrella while outdoors on non-rainy days, the sunshield for the vehicle also blocks out the indirect sunlight filtering through the back windows of the car where she normally sits. She would wear her dark eyeshades to offer whatever protection against the brightest of sunlight that tend to hurt her more sensitive eyes after the two recent cataract surgeries.
The point is a normal person would thrive on the sunlight and not avoid the beneficial effects of Vitamin D that would be produced by the skin exposed to sunlight. One would think that the alleged harmful effects of ultra-violet sunrays would damage the skin or the body from too much exposure. This is quite the opposite as the body does require some sunlight for normal functioning, such as the softening disease of osteoporosis.
I have read that perhaps some people are not meant to live above ground where sunlight hits the surface as theses ‘entities’ are not quite human in appearance. As I read a few minutes ago from an article, there are those ‘insipid reptilian predators’ and how they cannot tolerate sunlight. In my neighborhood, I’ve notice lots of pale-skinned Asians wearing full face shields and covers of both arms and hands completely. One could see the slightest green cast of their skins, a mixture of the many blue veins showing underneath their yellow tones.
Regardless of the medication or race preventing a person from truly enjoying the sun, I am not alluding if ‘Maw’ could be something that she is not underneath all the old fashioned attitude of being nice to everyone or without the loss of control over those she protected from change. I would like her to stop avoiding the sun once again and regain the peace within herself and others who have done her wrong or hurt in the past. The tolerance of something so good is as welcoming as the following lyrics to a song ‘when the sun in the morning peeps over the hill’.
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Omnious Promenade to the World’s Last Dance
Earthquakes are caused by different beings[…] When these beings express in anger or frustration, their energy is usually disbursed horizontally, and a violent episode can even split the ground on either surface of the shell.
On Wednesday, February 06, 2008 at 10:33:34 PM at epicenter, I felt a magnitude 3.0 earthquake. I was upstairs in the second floor, sitting down in front of the computer, browsing that conspiracy site and felt only one sudden jolt, which terminated to the ‘westward’ direction to my right side from where I sat.
I went into the earthquake.usgs.gov website to pull up the recent California-Nevada list of earthquakes and found Event ID nc51195958. I then clicked on the ‘Did you feel it?’ link and proceeded to fill out the questionnaire as part of the report. Of course, I filled out all data, including the optional section. Then I copied and pasted whatever I could onto a word document for my ‘records’ and pressed the submit button.
Later on Wednesday, February 06, 2008 at 10:38:08 PM at epicenter, I felt another earthquake. This time it was only magnitude 1.5. I went to the same website as the previous entries and filled out the questionnaire for Event ID nc51195959. I did those rather quickly and entered a second request in ‘Additional Comments’ section to correct my first entries done in haste: ‘A few large cracks in walls’ and ‘Many large cracks in walls’. Both did not apply for both events.
Yeah, so the ‘Alum Rock, CA’ earthquakes have been more frequent ever since I let loose my anger while taking a shower upstairs in the bathroom back Thursday, November 22, 2007. This anger of mine was a reflection of my frustration towards ‘Maw’ for being a stubborn, young soul, full of temper tantrums if she doesn’t get her ways. My own thoughts screamed very loudly at death to the old ways of anything that got in my way. The manifestations were in the form of earthquakes, knowingly.
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Another compilation of poems originally meant as prose. Today, the cloudy but then the skies were filled with an armada of sylphs. Yesterday was very clear blue skies with failed attempts at chemtrails.
20080203-Merciful Parasite
Created on Sunday, February 03, 2008 2:47:44 PM
An undying, vain monster with morals: It’s like a blood sucking vampire who won’t drink blood to survive by killing another life form.
20080203-Believe Me
Created on Sunday, February 03, 2008 2:19:17 PM
Take my words as fact and at face value.
My words don’t need support with facts from other people.
There are no known, scientific proofs as evidence for my belief systems.
20080131-With Age
Created on Thursday, January 31, 2008 12:28:29 PM
I am a shiny red apple waiting to be picked.
The man of my dreams is a grape to be licked.
There is no comparison between him and me.
Together we make the best fruity wine spree.
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evil so that we may live
evil so that we may enlightened
as illuminated beings
the dirty jobs abound
for those willing to take the fall
Author’s note: A short poem about a play on the word ‘evil’.
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Oh the legacy of being in the ‘know’!
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Once you’re in, you never get out!
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Author’s note: A short poem based on articles about conspiracy with the sound of ‘snap’ to control the mind of victims and the resulting sound of ‘tap’ to eliminate any threat to TPTB.
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Shapeshifting reptoids so vile and so green
Windsurfing androids of smiley bile unseen
Sulphuric fire and brimstones from hell
Societies so secret even I cannot tell.
More layers of lies by the kinky haired one
The fat man and bush whackers will never be done
A big African nation where clerks are on strike
The dark ones are foolish — they are all alike.
Author’s note: First stanza based on Bill Maher’s appearance on Larry King Live (CNN). Second stanza based on a phone call received today at 03:33PM.
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It has been almost a month now since Brat has not called or visited his parents. On Monday, January 14, 2007, his father has given the boy an ultimatum – to do something about his fiancee or he is on his own. Actually Brat has moved on with his life already to live with Twit since May 1, 2006. And so far there have been lots of disharmony between his ideal of ‘kayak love’ and our practical assessment of their relationship. To date, there has been no married, just like my first cousin, Chilled and Tick, her junior of ten years, only the convenience of living together for the sake of companionship and the second income to sustain a lifestyle of unpaid mortgage debt.
The ultimatum was in no way construed to prevent Brat from getting hitched to Twit. On the contrary, that was the opportunity for the boy to access in his rash decision of jumping into a relationship (without the formal and proper introduction of the Twit and her family) out of eagerness to ‘get his own home’ or rather to remove himself from an environment where none would listen to him or his decisions of exercising the free-will to disrespect those caretakers who wanted nothing more than to see his happiness. He chose his path and so the prayers of Maw are only left in the Lord’s hand. We will see.
Unfortunately, the boy only heard what he wanted in hear in what he termed a ‘one-way’ conversation’ in which he played the rebellious victim in love and his elders is ignorant to the differences in their background –180 degrees as I described to him in terms of social grace and overall sense of her dislike toward Maw for whatever reason. Tonight, both Brat and Twit are coming over due to her family wanting to give us something for Chinese New Year’s, which is tomorrow.
After Maw picked up the main phone downstairs pretending not knowing it was Brat, answered angrily, ‘Who’s this’? And with his reply, he said ‘It’s your son’. Maw refused the gift especially anything having to do with sweets (since she’s diabetic). Unfortunately, there was no formal inquiry as to Maw — how she is feeling or doing overall. We know both Brat and Twit do not care for our welfare, from stubbornness in front of us, unwillingness to compromise to the elders and overall disregard to the fact we are still alive to being too tired or busy to call or visit.
Her aloofness in my previous blogs was noted from her impatience in subtle bodily stance to leave right away to her unwelcome greetings when Maw and ‘Kim’ were both at the hospital at different times, respectively. Even a future in-law would know better how to treat the other side, which is us. And unfortunately, she only knows her Chinese culture, which will merely serve as a bandage to the ongoing challenges ahead for us all. We don’t even know if their ‘gift’ is from her family! I am definitely pointing to prejudice about the horror stories of children who mistreat their parents to the point of removing them from their will or threatening at gunpoint (as one Chinese father did to a couple).
As briefly mentioned in my previous blog, I’ve prayed specially for a Buddhist to stabilize the emotional side of this arrogant Atlantean whose behavior is purely self-centered by the spending of his hard earned money on expensive hobbies of SEVERAL remote control helicopters, sailboats, brand named bicycles and other accessories. She on the other hand has not saved much for their wedding or children since they moved in together, always spending on clothes and food for others and buying wedding gifts for friends who may or may not attend their wedding, if any.
This is another reason why they are here: To make sure they won’t loose the chance of money for their marriage. If Brat had no shame and Twit had common sense, both would take out loan instead of begging like ungrateful pests and work hard to show to everyone they are not parasites to those they have offended tremendously. I will continue my honest observation of their shenanigans behind the scenes. We simply don’t like her stupidity or the boy’s attitude. After Brat stormed off about a lie that he had a project to do at work around 06:00PM that night, I wonder why he bothered coming back to visit as if nothing had happen one month ago.
Bottom-line: Bad things will happen to those who continue to live in sin, to live happily ever after leaving those who once mattered in their lives behind and lie through their false teeth that they are meant to be together despite the truthful sentiments communicated by parents, relatives and friends. Like another sad tale of Conning and her popular white boyfriend in China, these stubborn people have to live their lives truly ‘on their own’ forever and ever. Amen. I wish these fools in love the best of luck, meh!
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Today, my bio-units and I did the normal routine of attending morning mass and eating at the McDonald restaurant where I wanted to go after deciding last minute that talking to Emmer and Myrna is much better than Paws’ idea of going to the post office. As usual, the twosome was there with Maw and ‘Myrna’ talking more than Paw and Emmer.
The ratty haired blond woman came into the restaurant and sat herself near our table. Maw offered to pay for the homeless woman’s cup of senior coffee. I helped to give some three more non-dairy creamers and a bunch of napkins for the woman to sneak into her shopping cart outside. She has a sister working at the local Safeway market.
So there I was sitting and worrying about my vote not counting in tomorrow’s Primary Election. I had filled my Voter’s Registration card (which I received back in December 2007) while waiting for the foursome to finished their idle chit chat among themselves; signed and dated with the idea of driving my completed form to the Registrar of Voter’s building off of Berger Rd.
My suggestion was good enough that we drove to the place after dropping off Paws’ piece of mail. The location was near the San Jose Municipal Golf Course and parking was somewhat filled up. We managed to get a parking not too far off the main entrance and we found our way to the line.
The young clerks to the right counter directed us to the left side of the counter where this short, little Asian girl was waiting in line, telling me she was in front, duh! So I said to her rather loudly: ‘I hear you, thanks’! And in my mind I thought, ‘Dimwit’. So after waiting another minute or so this larger sized older woman wobbled over and processed the dimwit.
And then I was next. I was worried about not getting registered because I’ve not received any voting material through the mail and thought I had to re-register. But thank goodness I was still in the system since 1992 under a party that I thought I’d changed but couldn’t remember. I left that party the same and proceeded to wait in the short line again.
So up to the counter we went, filling out our yellow colored paper for the ‘Emergency Absentee Ballot’. According to Paw, there was a deadline for submitting absentee ballots. Paul had helped my bio-units get their coded sticker on the blue envelope and what looked like a bad photo copy of the ballot on legal-sized paper. I thought to myself this had to be the job done by a clerk. Maw said get an employment application, which Paul handed to me. Damn!
But my name wouldn’t pop up on the system and good thing a female clerk did something to correct my mailing address from an old post office box to the same old street address. And out came my coded sticker for the blue envelope. After we circled our preferences on this bad photo copy of a ballot, we folded the ‘ballots’, stuff those inside the blue envelopes, signed, dated and entered our mailing addresses.
My bio-units chose the ceramic wheel containing water to do the same job as the convenience of my pink tongue to seal our envelopes. The old lady helped them with the sealing. I gathered all three envelopes and stuffed those into the slot to the right side of the counter. We accomplished our ‘early bird’ voting in only thirty minutes time with the old fashioned paper system instead of waiting in long lines with the Diebold machine that even I couldn’t understand last year.
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So while eating lunch today, I see MSNBC discussing the possible merger between Yahoo! and Microsoft due to Google being a competitor. Well, first off I have so many e-mail accounts under those three and would like to see mergers between Google and Yahoo! so I could combine my accounts under one username. It’s a pain to have to log into Microsoft and AOL also just to see if my mostly empty e-mail boxes containing anything worth reading other than spam received from Nigeria, computer services and, err, enhancements for the male gender.
Microsoft is already a big monster, just like Cisco Systems, Inc. and its ‘Pac-Man’ like appetite of gobbling up lots of smaller companies. Overall, I prefer Yahoo! because it’s the most colorful one. The other three services (AOL, Google and Microsoft) are annoying and I would prefer not using their service at all, especially for chatting which I hardly use nowadays due to faceless chatters that may or may not belong to some enforcement agency.
I’ve heard Yahoo! is run and operated by the CIA and Google by some government. As for Microsoft and AOL, I have no idea but I just don’t like the layout for those e-mail and chatting services. It’s so busy to look at that I don’t log in as often as I’d like. My primary e-mails happen to be under Yahoo! The termination services for Yahoo! are much more efficient than AOL by far. I have tried Google or Microsoft because those are new.
I really want to merge all those older accounts or at least have a main forwarding address, whoever is the acquiring company so that I won’t have the trouble of memorizing my username and password. The security for my account is number one on my list of concern followed by ease of use for signing up and termination. I don’t bother with the advertisements because they get in the way of more important matters like reading and replying to any incoming e-mails or feeds.
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First dream:
I saw a bicycle inside the garage. To the right of the bike, I saw a plastic container processing what appears to be oil from the copper pipes – two where vertically downwards at the back with the liquid coming out from the front. There were at least two knobs. The liquid was about one-fifth from the bottom.
Second dream:
I saw myself as a white lady living in the house. I was standing to the left of my dream self at the top of the stairs looking downward. I became my dream self and saw there were three men breaking and entering. They came upstairs and my dream self punched them but I felt this was not effective. My dream self started to jump up on these two of these white rafters. The one nearest the window was square and steady while the other one moveable. I wanted to jump on the moveable one each time. I saw people outside the window.
Third dream:
I saw the house being lifted from its foundation by a big truck – as tall as two stories headed. I could see from inside the truck tall brown grass to the right of this long stretch of road. To the right was a cul-de-sac, which had houses already established. We passed that one and found two more houses established on this other cul-de-sac. I saw people looking up from their houses with open roof tops. Our house was placed on it’s foundation. The foundation felt like it was a mobile home. I found myself walking inside the house and there were other people. We walked to the front of the door and I saw the scallop edges of the orange colored carpeting draping the front of the porch in a vain attempt to hide the gap between the house and its foundation. I held my head downward as I wasn’t too happy to take the groups’ picture or the house move. The pictures included a bunch of relatives, among whom I saw ‘Spill-Low’ and ‘Conceiving’. I wasn’t happy they weren’t happy to pose.
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Testing: I know y’all have been reading my blogs AND my posts into that conspiracy forum. I don’t want to brag, but if y’all don’t already know about my activities from that forum AND after leaving lots of hints thereof, I have received 500 points from one of the moderators, whose user name is one of the characters from J. R. R. Tolkien.
Yippee! I am such an egoistic fart! Yes, I thrive on doggie biscuit treats for being a good girl. The reward was worth the support as pseudo-moderator. Perhaps, if I do well enough, I shall become Super Moderator. Then again that’s something I cannot image because sitting down this long on my hemorrhoids is not going to me make a happy camper in the long run.
However, I have other unfinished business that needs to be taken cared of and I have not yet decided WHAT SHALL I DO WITH ‘THEM’? I could elaborate further but TPTB are a bunch of old farts, some of whom have to do the dirty jobs much like the black sheep of the universe, the rebels of the broken hearted, the fools of unending game of life. But then again, what would I know?
As mentioned in my previous blogs, when I do find a ‘good home’ that will accept me for whom I am, I defend that place like it was my own master with sharp teeth and claws. But then again, I could misbehave and loose my stupid points all for nothing and all for being rude, for example. Their rules, policies, terms and guidelines mean nothing to me when I no longer participate in their forum of:
alluring assumptions, bombastic brainwashing, charismatic chatting, dubious debates, egalitarian egoism, friendly favoritism, godlike goodies, hypothetical hysteria, irrational inklings, justifiable jaundice, knowledge keepers, lousy losers, noisy nonsense, openly organismic, postulating posts, questionable queers, respectable rebels, speculative secrets, theoretical threads, undulating unifiers, vexing versions, wishful winners, x-treme x-men, youthful yearlings and zany zealots.
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