Month: March 2015

At 2000, my boys have arrived for a surprise visited. (Nah, I’m joking. I don’t know them!)

I was barely finished with my 12-minute workout on the ZAAZ whole body vibrating machine, when I heard their loud-ass motorcycles misfiring.

They were two hogs on wheels screaming in the night. One was wearing a white T-shirt with its piglet riding on the back. The other went solo. They stopped at the stop sign of MY drive and made a U-turn. They saw the VTA/Bart construction blocking their way, southbound on MY long stretch of road of their intended designation.

At 20150327-1216, Philip A, my temporary accounting manager, excused himself to get behind my chair. To my right was the double-door cabinet overhanging my desk. He browsed my cabinet for a date stamp, which he gave to either Paulann or Kevin.

I should have asked if I could take a photo of his black colored souvenir top with some sort of embroidery on damask material, I guess. It read as follows:

STREET VIBRATIONS 2013 RALLY – Reno, Nevada

Now, that’s my sort of guy. As mentioned in my previous blog entries, I’m a magnet to “unwanted fellas” or at least attracted to the “bad boys”.

My “specially-gifted” co-worker from my other temp job from hell said that I’m one of those good girls that love the bad boys. Yup. That’s true. She gets “headaches.”

Now, mind y’all I’m on the outer fringes of the baby boomers and Philip would have fit nicely in my play book among the games of geriatrics.

Nah, I’ll take that back. My age group really belongs to The Rock, who’ll be appearing in Saturday Night Live later on. Plus, Dwayne is related to those pals that know of my pipe dream known as “Plan A”.

Yeah, so. I’m still wondering, searching, praying, hoping, and reaching for that unreachable star. A quest, a word he used during a quick staff meeting for the color-coded category of MS Outlook.

Oh, and by-the-by, Philip, I don’t play those sort of moral boosters at work. Those lottery tickets y’all keep trying to push are mere illusions. I’ve invested in “real” speculative deals.

The “real” majick can turn the numbers to someone’s deserving favor. That’s how a network can operate. It’s indescribable but VERY much “real”.

Hope y’all have a good ride on this hellish journey!

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Yeah, so Mom was recapping the situation with the next door neighbor. Loca Lolita is diagnosed with bipolar schizophrenia.

Mom and I know it’s a demonic spirit because the photos of her face is not human. I still could sense the humanity inside her because she is still watering grrr garden. But it’s up to her to call upon her good side.

Luz the sister and Mom can only pray. Belinda, unfortunately, is disabled, similarly to the autistic son of Luz. Belinda has been sprinkling holy water around the place.

According to Luz, an old lady from the Philippines placed a curse on Loca Lolita. I’m sensing it’s because she dated someone else’s boyfriend and the mother of the girl got mad and cursed the shit out of this bitch.

Also, Virgil threw a temper tantrum in the Philippines. He was being offered the opportunity to stay with relatives and study abroad but he refused because he wanted to stay with his mommy.

So Luz didn’t disclose outright initially that going to the Philippines was an order by the lawyers!

But now it’s come full circle. It’s up to me, really, to let my energy signature to accept the things I can change and NOT change.

With Mom’s instruction, I am to make the sign of the cross in front of her and say God Bless You. Mom also suggested that I should wave and smile at her.

Because if we combat crazy with crazy, the more the crazy well go crazy. That’s what Luz kept emphasizing according to the psychiatrist. It’s not up to us to ask why.

Then, I’ll asked y’all: Why? Why is the American laws do stupid? It’s the same over in the Philippines. Nothing can be done to help the possessed human if the demonic spirit prevents they possibility of intervention.

So to Dork and pals, I’m recruiting y’all to pray over this disabled Filipino family. I’m sensing it’s a generational curse of angry and jealous spirits.

Amen.

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Incoming thought, which is really an old nagging thought regarding Bergdahl.

The mainstream media had inquired of its viewers if the deserter deserves a horrible, err, an honorable discharge or not.

My thought was in comparison with the Biblical story of the prodigal son, who squandered his father’s wealth, came home and asked forgiveness, and was given a premier party for seeing the errors of his ways.

Well, I sense that Bergdahl deserves an honorable discharge for doing part of his duty, though there were soldiers who allegedly died trying to search and rescue his ungrateful ass.

Once again, this exercise is meant to access the level of forgiveness from and by the human consciousness.

Well, I’m done adding to this propaganda. Other than that those who dare to desert its country and countrymen could may well NOT be so lucky and die   honorably by some other means.

I forgot another juicy thought. Oh, well.

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Luz called our home. I just came home from purchasing my new gun metal Ray Bans eyeglasses with new prescription from the other ophthalmologist.

I am hearing Mom talking to the sister of Loca Lolita, who constantly gardens by watering.

I’d like to thank Bashir, Saul, John, and Jesus for the spiritual intervention.

Earlier, I told that my parents while en route from McDonald’s after attending morning mass at OLP, that everyone is naturally good.

But because of the toxoplasm, injury, and other sickness of the humanz, they are wrongfully labeled crazy and stupid.

Oh, well! I expect her to behave or I’ll still call my lawyer and report the ongoing harassment. There is still laws for those entities.

At 1518, Mom is mentioning that there is something inside Loca Lolita. The underlying spirit didn’t want to loose and it’s constant need to fight for its ego.

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Dad and I are here in Milpitas, CA off Minnis Court, getting the smog check for his Mazda Protege.

While backing out from our garage, Loca Lolita was pretending to sweep in front of her garage. She was wearing a wide brimmed frontal hat covering her face. I said, good luck with your fantasy.

Later we will return the second barbeque lighter to Ace Hardware, which is Payless Rockery, Nursery, and Hardware, because it’s not working, try as I might. The first one worked, though. We didn’t know it’s refillable and bought a can of butane.

It’s 1141 and from 1130 of bringing in dad’s car, we’re finished! That’s fast service.

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CRASH IN THE ALPS, LIVE CNN, CAMERAS IN THE COCKPIT: PRIVACY VS. SAFETY, with Fredericka.

LEGAL BRIEFS, “REPORTS, CO-PILOT WAS TREATED FOR MENTAL ILLNESS.”

To TPTB and pals,

I would recommend cameras inside the cockpit. While finishing up my breakfast of oatmeal, pancake, and sausage muffin from Mom, my ‘incoming thought’ was implementing a layer of at least three failsafe features, which may include the passengers call for assistant inn grave matters. The imagery was fuzzy, though.

I heard over our local radio air station or read somewhere online on that OPEN forum discussion board that is ABOVE my ignorance and BELOW my boredom, that at least ONE air flight steward is supposed to be locked inside with one pilot while the other pilot takes a piss.

So I’m adamant that y’all can NOT treat stupid and crazy people like normal people! There must be laws enforced and passed to stop these sorts of abnormalities from ruining it for everyone else!

With lots of hisses,

Evil Kitty

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We’re being held hostage again by slow service at this shoe store, which is behind Westgate Mall in San Jose, CA.

We arrived 15 minutes early. There are three other trolls, who are being serviced. One looks like Augusta, a choir member. But Das said it’s not her.

Our appointment is 1730 pm. It’s already 1735 pm. Finally, Chris, one of the dough boy owner of this place, is servicing Dad, who was yawning.

This is the last time we’re going to shop here. I may just order online and stick my orthotics myself, instead of waiting for them to mess up our orders, which they did to my parents and me.

This shoe clinic wants to collect from the likes of Medicare. I guess since we paid cash, we don’t get expedited service like the rest.

Hopefully Dad’s feet will feel better. He can wiggle his toes inside his new Dr. Comfort shoes. Both looks similar, but one is casual sneaker; while the other is a smoother dressy shoe.

It’s 1741 pm and Chris is still in the backroom holding Dad’s shoes hostage, err, working on trimming the new orthotics inserts for his shoes. Dad can remove the orthotics and use it for both shoes.

Currently, Dad is wearing the sneaker version, while Chris is working on the dressy shoe. Chris is taking too long! But butt hurts and Dad is sleepy. Jay is quietly standing near the cash register.

They got Michael Jackson music playing over the stereo. At 1824, we’re home, finally!

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