Month: October 2010

  • 20101007-More Spooks

    Once again, the corner stake out waited for us to leave our home. One unmarked white van took off early. Two guys in white overall were riding. Later, one guy got into a green pick-up truck and waited while I waited at the corner of MY long road for the twosome to back out of their garage. The unmarked white van with contraption on top of its roof drove up to the driver’s side of the green truck and paused there to talk with the spook.

    After mass and as I drove down a familiar road to get to work, one construction worker removed the first-most orange cone for those turning left upon my arrival. It was near the McDonald’s area. About another 1/8 mile down the road, a white caravan-type vehicle was parked and signaling to the right. Upon my arrival, it signaled left; while I signaled right. Then to signal that I know what is going on, I adjusted my rear view mirror. The white sports car behind me moved left towards the middle of three lanes.

    It’s not paranoia folks. It’s the network. I’ve read that the government can sneak on a property and plant a beacon (or homing/tracking device) on the target’s car. Mine happens to be parked in the driveway; so I should hire someone to find any bug. Those bold enough to get close to me will be watched, too. It’s neat if you’re like me, who loves and craves attention! It’s too bad I’m too ugly for photographs! 🙁

  • Damn Bum

    Do you know why you are a bum? Because you refuse to work inside the “belly of the beast”, the same ugly, whore of a beast that feeds all of us – pensions, Social Security, disability, welfare, food stamps, etc. – you name it.

    Take out your SSN, your driver’s license, your identification card, your birth certificate and submit yourself, your blood, sweat and tears to a background check and go get a friggin’ job! You damn bum!

    You too should “get over yourself” and “move on with your life”. Am I imposing what is the reality on your sensitive souls? Yes! Now quit whining, complaining and blaming others for your shortchanges in life. Frankly, my dear, you are riding on my last nerve and my last pennies!

    You can’t keep asking for hand outs. Hey! I’m working on minimum wage and I still have to pay the beast back for putting food on your table. Damn it! Why can’t you see that TPTB is playing me! Do you see how I have to “put up” and “shut up” just to keep a failed hope alive?

    Yes! Now I need your cooperation and stop holding hands with each other because you people are draining me of everything! Do you think it’s funny to direct your energies at your intended target, knowing that you too will starve? I don’t think so!

    So quit delaying and let me know when I should file a complaint. Now? Tomorrow? Never? Okay, if you don’t want me to go near you, then go away. I’ll find my own things to do, just as you’ve done with others – screwing lives.

  • 20101005-Weathery Ways

    As mentioned in my previous blog today, there were sylphs in the air this afternoon. I pointed happily to the sylphs while Mike was by my right side. Poor chap seemed trouble about his new found joys of fatherhood. I wished to hold his hand(s) in comfort and rub it in, err, I meant to comfort him and to remind him of his chosen path.

    Anyway, a few sylphs showed up this morning and then the rains came to wash our cars and streets. The definite smell of tar and rain water was in the air as I came out of the building to go home for the day. The trees could have benefited from more water. Even birds and insects need to drink. Then during the sunset, the skies became amazingly clear as if no clouds were in the skies. Now that friggin’ creepy!

  • Geese Goop

    After coming out of this morning’s mass, I got in my car, looked through my windshield and beheld a BIG glob of poop on the hood of my car! This happened the second time this year with the first poop on my trunk! The  color of the poop was green from grass. It looked dry but it clung well during my hurried drive back home to hose down the mess left by those heavenly-flighted ones. I took one photo as proof of humor by God and pals.

    It was yet another reminder that SHIT happens and my car is the target, including my battery dying last week. Come to think of it, those damn ALIENS may have caused my battery to stop, just like other incidences whereby light bulbs would blink off. It’s one of many stories in which the car’s electrical would stop abruptly and prior to ALIEN abductions.

    I recall being of high spirit, which usually means my energy goes everywhere. I told Mike during our last luncheon that if I don’t watch my energy, I could get hurt and things could be broken, fall off or get knocked over.

  • Blinked Off

    During this morning’s mass, the very TALL and impatient pastor gave his usual RAPID speech sermon about today’s gospel. He mentioned Thomas Paine (one of the Founding Fathers) and the bizarre rituals thereof, meaning Freemasonry.

    So while I’m trying to grasp what this former military personnel of Afghanistan knows about “fellow brothers”, the old timers attending this parish have no clue what he is talking about, except me.

    In the meantime, the light above the “left hand” of the crucified one blinked out! I whistle the short but familiar tune to the movie: “Close Encounter of the Third Kind”.

    Last Saturday and after mass, Paw wanted to eat out for dinner. So we went to Kim Tar and orders the Beef Chop Suey, Shrimp Mayonnaise with Walnut and House Fried Rice. When we exited the place, one of the lights above the telephone blinked off.

    I believe I may still have alien implant(s) inside me but I don’t know where those suckers are located. I’ve read somewhere online that lights would blink off whenever someone with alien implant(s) would walk near by the electrical powered objects, which would be light bulbs in my case.

    The frequencies emitted from these internal devices may be the culprit to the light bulbs turning off. But others would claim that these incidences occur only in one’s mind, which may be true because thought forms are energy too.

  • Chocolate Snacks Again

    Theresa has been kind to ruin my teeth by giving me chocolate candies – left on my desk or thrown my way. It’s her way of sharing food from her area at work. She gave me one bite-sized M&M. The other day was bite-sized Hersey’s dark chocolate with rice crispy and special dark.

    These acts of “kindness” reminds me of Leoni, who would throw bits of snacks on my workstation, too. She’d do that to the new boss, who micro-manages. And yes, the puss-heads at my former job (if they are so smart) are reading my blogs, too.

    I’ve heard that my former co-workers keep to themselves. See? They too had a chance to leave but they decided to stay. And now they have become automatons, functioning human-like robots trapped in cubicles. The bigger the company, the more control. I don’t like control. That’s like prison. And here I am “doing time” again because of TPTB and pals.

    But the blessings come in nice surroundings of trees and its shades. Some birds and insects, too. I love the outdoors now! And I’ve gotten a chance to actually see sunlight after all these years of working indoors.

    The work keeps us busy but not so stressful. And the work load allows us time to get up and do mini-exercises of WALKING far to the bathroom or to the mini-lunch room to refill our mugs with water and coffee.

    The people are multi-cultural and calm, meaning the work is well suited for their intelligence and expertise. I for one don’t care because I get easily bored and would rather talk to people interested enough to give me a chance to vent.

    A box of chocolate is what I found here at work. My life is chocolate – always sweet in small morsels. I’m in chocolate heaven, where beautiful people come and go, as does the bad breath and bad English of a few.

  • Pixie Short

    So I’ve been lurking online and came across Kelly Osbourne. She’s much thinner and that’s nice and healthier, too. In photographs, her new body makes her look less dumpy. I like her lavender hair color. One photo showed they hair style looking softer on her face. The longer length is better than a pixie short hair cut.

    I may pursue a pixie cut out of boredom. But I miss the longer length already and may need to grow my hair a bit more, just to look more feminine. Yuch. My hair color is originally BLACK. So too much color on my locks would make it look too funky as Theresa had described my hair style. She said too much volume on the top of my head doesn’t look good.

  • Nutter’s Bloodline

    Tonight, Maw recanted her prayers to St. Anthony and asked for his forgiveness in doubting his miracles in finding solutions to missing items. She had lost one pair of earrings last month and thanks to a 50% deal at Fred Meyer’s and a receipt good for exchanges/refunds within 150 days, she has been blessed with a similar style but 1/4 more worth of earrings.

    In tonight’s story (as told yesterday again), she told of her phone call yesterday: Bella called Maw about Uncle Dead. He is nuts. He is making his wife nuts. He fights with everyone – co-workers, neighbors, relatives (during visits and weddings) and strangers. He is paranoid, too – thinking people are talking about him. Even his daughter cannot do anything about him.

    It seems that Joh is wanted and he is nowhere to be found – perhaps he is hiding in the Philippines. (To TPTB: You could do a search on his sister’s name and there you will find a beach resort.) Anyway, Uncle Dead knew about the boy’s activities. I don’t know how these people could face their relatives after what they did the eldest sibling, who lost her house to her own relatives.

    Uncle Gigolo is also in the investment scheme (by skimming off his eldest sister’s pension funds). Maw told Bella (finally) about how he gambled the mortgage money of his second wife, who thankfully had enough money saved to pay three month’s worth. The gambler had been borrowing money from everyone and his siblings got sick of giving him money, even his own daughter, who asked Maw long ago if it’s okay to help her dad.

    That’s why he called Paw that one night. He needed money, which he doesn’t deserve. Bella had told Maw that the gambler wouldn’t pay a loan she made to him. Bella told his second wife, who in turn got mad at the gambler, who later fingered Bella in anger and said in Tagalog:

    “Walang utang na loob mga tao!”

    In English, the above phrase mean :  “None owed from the heart towards people”. But it was Bella’s husband who petitioned her to come to America, not the gambler.

    Maw later went on to say:

    “Don’t claim or go after money that doesn’t belong to you. Just be grateful you are happy with what you’ve got.”

    And with that in mind and through my sniffled tears within my chest for the last ten slong years, again I ask God forgiveness. But most of all I owe TPTB and Pete an apology for squealing. That’s right! You are on the list! But there’s nothing TPTB or I can do at this point but observe (without my knowledge or consent, as usual) how much longer you plan on holding out while people starve and go homeless.

    When I think about these people and my own relatives, I see that we have similar, if not, unfavorable traits:

    • Frustrations – Inability to get what we want.
    • Angers – Attacking others with verbal violence and emotional drains.
    • Jealousies – The pride of wanting to be noticed.
    • Fears – Defending ego against alleged attacks due to paranoia.
    • Vanities – Buying clutters of gold jewelry and diamonds and other useless junk.

    What I learned from these people is to do avoid harming each other as much as possible. That means doing the right things in life, be honest about your limitations and strengths, never take the goodness and kindness of others for granted, and appreciate being perfect in an imperfect world.

    These are ways one could avoid going nuts. The relatives going nuts have not learned to cope with their problems unfortunately instead of facing their life’s challenges with sincerity and hope. It’s too bad they had to screw people over – it’s karma. It’s debt. And hopefully, we children won’t pass down what we inherited to our children, too.

  • Happy Me, Happy Clouds

    Just when I cried my eyes out last night and drifted off to sleep, we found Pimon alive on the perch! He wants to live! And today’s work is almost completed, too!

    As for my lunch walk, I saw lots of sylphs over the eBay area. I believe it might have been a BIG pyramid orgone that I moved from underneath my driver’s seat to the back passenger seat behind me. After all, something important should be riding in style.

    And Mike came from behind and I told him that when I’m happy, everything is happy or that the sylphs came by to cheer me up or something like that. Compared to young Lucus the mucus, Mike has manners and etiquettes. He waited for me until I got my ugly work shoes (or clogs). It’s a poor person’s poor taste in fashion.

    And Phan had parked his black Mercedes Benz in front of my car and he walked and talked about his guts and how his wife told him exercise. It’s really in between meals and evening snacks that are making these guys put on the packs on abs that should be six-packed with nice muscles. As for us women, we are always fat.

  • Famous Fiends

    “Thank you for your patience…”

    ~Famous pusshead.

    Thank you for hating me, Pete.

  • Pimon Going

    Pimon is on the floor of his cage again. The birds had scrambled in the larger cage a few minutes ago. I found him struggling on his swing. He barely had enough strength to move his wing out of the way as he turned around. I had straddled my right hand upon him but he wouldn’t budge. His eyes were closed and his long nails clung to the swing. I had to pry him off and hold him for awhile and brought him to Maw to say goodbye. His breast bone is very bony. I know it’s time. Maw claimed that she saw him eating and drinking. He is pretending to peck on food but doesn’t swallow. I will miss him. But he is still trying to live.

  • 20101004-Trying Theme

    I’ve got bored again with my WordPress.com theme. This time I’m trying:

    Wu Wei by Jeff Ngan

    A clean, minimalist, grid-based theme featuring an alternate dark colour scheme, custom background, and custom header.

    Yesterday, the colors were yellow for the background and purple for the header text. The light color scheme was defaulted with font colors of orange and black.

    Tonight, the colors are purple for the background and yellow for the header text. The dark color scheme is defaulted with font colors of blue and white.

    I’ll keep experimenting with the options. After all, I get easily bored!