I know what ‘network surveillance’ is like. I am currently reviewing the following link for examples in the order in which they appear for y’all to compare with mine below:
- Garbage. This morning there were about a handful of paper products that I picked up from the curb where our two bins – garbage and recycle – were picked up normally on Friday’s.
- Gang symbols. Nah, I don’t see satanic or gang symbols in my neighborhood too much because I’m myopic (or near-sighted). They appear on those telephone relay boxes, fences and retaining walls, though.
- Antagonistic behavior. I only recall seeing people spitting in my direction. Other people spat in my direction while driving down Tasman Road after work from Cisco Systems, Inc.
- Parked cars. Recently, this old guy would make rounds in my neighborhood. I assume he is senile or a cop. He would park near the streetlight number 8M19 (per an old email sent on Wednesday, November 24, 2004 5:19 PM to customerservice@ci.sj.ca.us regarding the removal of an END DETOUR sign (black letters with orange background) while facing in a northbound direction of MY road. Yesterday while we were doing the yard work out front, he did a rolling stop in front of our home and hung down his left hand out his window. Other cars appear while we three go up and down Highway 101 to our doctors’ appointments and errands.
- Neighbors’ activity. I noticed our next door neighbor, Linda and maybe Juan, would leave around 7:30AM, the same time we do so to attend the 8:00AM morning mass at our local church. I do not notice other cars because our neighborhood is full of busy, hard-working wage-earning slaves, who are leaving at various times of the day.
- Making faces. Ah, what can I say? I make faces at people all the time, not leering or mocking but somethings sticking out my tongue! I cannot help myself because I don’t like people looking at me in the first place! I’m not a spook! Or am I? Hmm.
- Specific details. Hey, I think my own mother unit is a spook! She does mention stuff that I had posted online via this blog. She doesn’t know computer all that well. There are too many instances of details that she should not know. Then again I’m being paranoid to think she may be psychic. Nah! (Disclaimer: I don’t talk to people because I’m jobless! Duh! Take a hint!)
- Sick or dying animals. Well, Pimon (the second born of four) doesn’t look all that well. Simon appeared to be dying until Bully-Boy, a striking resemblance to Boo-Boo (the fourth born of four) passed on. He was depressed. I think Pimon can’t get what he wants and probably remembers or missed his friends big Budgie, TechCu, Chin-Chin, Boo-Boo but mostly Persimmon (or Percy, his dad), who flew away).
- Dead animals. While we were still new in California, we lived in the apartments near Seven Trees in San Jose, CA. One day, Maw found a dead, brown-colored dead turkey (which looked stuff with feathers intact) in our small backyard to this apartment. She threw it over the fence and spoke with the teenagers. She is a wise woman if only people would listen well.
- Absurd behavior. The only ‘crazy’ that came up to me and yelled was during 5th grade. Rowena, my classmate, and I wasn’t sure if the teacher next door was ready. Our substitute teacher was in the front class with a small group of kids. All of a sudden she got up and yelled in my face: ‘Go back to home base!’ This was said several times. She was ‘white’ and had long, straight brunette hair.
- Harassing drivers. I’ve seen those for many years. As reported via my blog a few days ago, a tiny, pale-colored girl with bug-eyed shades and dark-colored hair SPAT out the window of her tiny, square-shaped car while making a U-turn on my road.
- People watching. Yesterday, while gardening out front, a brunette with yellow shirt and white pants walked on MY sidewalk – TWICE! Our block is one-quarter of a mile long before anyone could walk in the same direction without doubling-back. An old, Mexicano would ride in his stupid low-ride bike every once in awhile. This was recent, too. Other hooded but skinny thugs are teens. Some walk their dogs. I lived in this neighborhood too long to know ‘white’ folks and other spooks don’t go out casually on MY TERRITORY! MINE!
- Car or machine problems. While trying to obtain my third, SSN card replacement at Campbell, CA, my 1998 Ford Mustang died on me while trying to back out of the parking stall. A group of teenagers appeared from my right field of vision from across the street and passed by around my stalled car and me. Of course, the tall Asian-looking security guard helped to push my car. He had his right hand ready on the pistol.
- ‘Fake’ service. Our refrigerator didn’t work one night. We decided to call a 24-hour repair from the Yellow Pages. We got a dark-skinned idiot who messed up the repair. He even had his little boy do some work on our problem. This was an illegal activity of labor law. Maw screamed over the phone and threatened we will report them to BBB. Two obvious Middle Eastern people pulled out and replaced the burned out wire for free and stormed out our door, which they slammed in our face.
- Crowding and mobbing personal space. There are a lot of Asians in my neighborhood. Many are old-timers and are used to ‘closing in’ after morning mass.
- Destruction or theft. Actually, there is nothing of value that I own.
- Health problems. I know I’m being attacked electronically. After installing Steevo’s Succor Desktop on the 12th floor, I experienced severe dizziness and heard my voice pitched to an almost electronic sound while speaking to my co-worker. This was during overtime and on a Saturday. Oh, I still get aches and pains now and then, too.
- Brighting. I don’t walk alone at night. But some cars at night have their head lights turned up high, too strong even for the rear-view mirror not to work by adjusting downward and away from my eyes.
- Crowding or mobbing using cars. It’s always traffic around here.
Author’s note: Gang-stalking for me was noticed right after graduating college.
- One was a former member of a Crip. He owed an M-10. He saw drug-wars and people getting killed. He is part Vietnamese and Bolivia – ugly and dark. I have his data on file.
- Another one was a finder for a investment scheme with a bunch of high-profile politicians from the Pacific islands. He looks like a blond version of ‘Happy Gilmore’, who sported wavy, short hair cut close to the scalp and buck-teeth. Zionist. Jewish. German. He wore those canvas-type shoes, which is another flag from my former days. Other people involved were from Los Angeles and Carlsbad. I have their data on file.
- Another hunk happens to be related to the last name of an executive director on a site in which my name appears. I dated this co-worker. I saw his picture: he posed with President Gerald Ford during one of a camp back in the mid-1970’s. I used to be a fan of the Denver Broncos. I have his data on file, too.
- Other spooks are Mexicanos. But they are harmless.
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