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  • Target girl…

    I really do NOT like shopping because, first, I do NOT know how to shop for myself. I’ve already complained to the Squirrel and his Maw that I keep “failing” at my many choices/decisions in life. But these wise crackers/souls simply told me to keep trying again. Now that was an answer I didn’t like.

    Targets, for example, is a shopping store that is not for anything useful for me personally because I’ve got really good clothes hand made with tender, loving care by Maw. But is a good place for walking around with my elderly bio-units.v If we are lucky, we could find stuff, just like the other day — Paw got new pairs of leather gloves for the garden.

    As for being a target, I’ve read an online article “way back” that a person is targeted since birth, a time I almost died. Perhaps, I didn’t want to be reincarnated in that body and live on this hellish planet. But I had my assumed assignment(s) to complete. I am NOT suggesting being targeted for eliminated.

    No. I’m talking about “gang-stalking”, as per my previous blog entry about this morning. Not out of paranoia but an assuming “sense” of being “watched”. I figured if the guys are gorgeous, good-looking, I don’t mind being followed. So far nothing threatening has come to fruition, expect out of my own curiosity, which has taught me hard lesson NOT to trust strangers, including you Pete!

    No guy has “really” picked up this fugly girl. No. It’s the other way around — they know I have some “beta programming” in me and I fulfill it well. Then we just part separate ways quietly and without the drama of hurt feelings. The “game” is almost mutual as if expected without “strings attached”.

    So yeah, there is no need for me to “go shopping”. Usually, the manifestations of would-be suitors will come in/to my reality/dimension “as needed” and “when necessary” and all because I have “thought” about certain qualities, attributes, characteristics of the “hunk” in mind.

    So there you have it folks: a bro will come and go. (Hey! I rhymed here!) As for my wing-girl, I have none and am left with only my own devices, not really witty or quite charming, and almost certainly clueless. And they know it.

  • Sports ship…

    For most if my life I’ve been a spectator if sports. During my growing years back east, I recall watching Jerry West play basketball.

    We’d watch during the rain and snow. I sometimes watch the sunset, a big orange ball, going down part our front windows to my right.

    So you can say that our long, wooden Magnovox stereo system was facing “north”.

    During my teenage years, I participated in P.E. (or physical education) during classes. It wasn’t my favorite class. I almost got on the “president’s list” but couldn’t complete the sit-ups in time. Running was the worse. Getting hit on the head by a big softball wasn’t fun.

    During my young adult, I joined a health club. It was the 24-hour Nautilus. The place smelled. the people smelled. I worked on all the weight lifting equipment but never joined the aerobics.

    As I got older, I enjoyed watching live baseball with the companies I worked for. I didn’t care for baseball as much as I cared for watching on television, my favorite football team, the Denver Broncos, because my ex-boyfriend of a spook has a second uncle who was a coach of the team.

    Then I realized that doing sports was hard work and caused me some pain. I just didn’t like running after the tennis ball, the ping-pong ball, the badminton thingy or even a simple Frisbee. Walking SLOWLY was the only healthy option for me now because of my aching feet.

    Further I felt certain sports are  violent, if not deadly whereby guys hurt each other in football and gals suffer paralysis from falls in gymnastics. I get stressed out just watching the Olympic and the potential for injury by these athletes.

    I didn’t like the competitive mentality of winner takes all; while all others are left in defeat without shiny trophies or as runner-up with silver or bronze medals. I wanted everyone to win in any time zone.

    Yes, I do make fun of those who didn’t win or run funny. I admit my shortcomings in playing sports is projected as laughter toward those competitors who strive to do more than just physical health but to be the best among the rest.

    Sportsmanship is supposed to mean taking the fall for another who cannot keep up or know how to play by the rules.

    As per Rick’s speech in Greeley, Colorado, “don’t be “stewards” who “dropped the ball”. In other words, part nice and be there for each other as team players.

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  • Hooked on…

    “It’s Janet, Miss Janet, If you’re nasty!” ~Janet Jackson‘s album “Nasty“.

    So why do people hook up with nasty, fugly people? Because they are mentally and emotionally incapacitated! Basically, it usually boils down to finances and fornication — both of which are forms of control with the former being more desperately needed and the latter being the supporting role for staying in any long-term relationship.

    Everything else is denial. Face it! No one should be ashamed for messing up. If you happen to be destined to hook up with a nasty fugly, be proud that it’s only temporary. That’s why alcohol, drugs and smoking are done to help drown out the sorrow and pain. [I’m not advocating addiction (but blogging comes in at a close second)!]

    Hopefully, no one will make any excuse or make a big deal for the errors of your ways. Perhaps, you could exercise more self-control in your money and of your urges. Or else you might make more babies that you cannot afford in your young/old age.

    Ah, the traps of this world are many. Be sure to take off your rose/amber-colored glasses before making any rash decisions that will put others to shame. What about me? Again, you are nothing when other people disapprove. Quit hooking up with a nasty, fugly and take a more realistic observation that most people are plastic anyway!

  • Pay now…

    It’s not fun without some wheels to get around town. It’s worse when there’s no gas money. Think of gasoline as the fuel for the vehicle, much like food is fuel for the human. Likewise, oil for the car is like water for people. Waiting for gas/water money is like waiting for food/drinks.

    Once again, there is really no “free ride” when carpooling with someone. By default, any carpooler MUST pay their “fair share” during the ride and NOT wait until some near future to “repay” because the intrinsic value from the moment a “free ride” is taken may be worth more or less later on. Get it?

    Okay. For those who have the means to “foot the bill”, then by all means you are a good bro/sis. The rest know what will happen when you wait TOO long to refuel/feed a car/person: it/he/she/they stops in the middle of traffic/nowhere and if you’re lucky, there might be a “Good Samaritan” would could offer “free fuel/food”.

    Asking for gas/food money is okay. But remember if you are using it for fun/pleasure/entertainment value, then I personally do NOT know what to do with your attitudes!

  • Free drivings…

    I love driving because I feel more comfortable when I’m in control of the vehicle. If other people drive, I feel claustrophobic and need to roll down the passenger’s window for fresh air.

    In the past the twosome thought I was being rude each time I roll down the windows. But now Maw realizes that I’m really clogged up and starved for oxygen.

    Currently, I am the designated driver for both my parents after Maw complained of how Paw has made MANY near-miss accidents, such as exiting too quickly into northbound HWY 101 and cutting in front of BIG rigs and other vehicles.

    However, I am not the greatest driver. Each morning after mass Paw would remind me: “Count three seconds at this stop sign.” (This is where I got a ticket. I was “racing” with two Mexicanos to my left who was mysteriously and for good reason in full stop at that time).

    Just before Paw finishes into the third count I’d go ahead and then he’d mumble his dis-satisfaction at my stubbornness. As for Maw, she has cooled down. And this is to keep what’s left of her health.

    Personally, I feel the need to reciprocate my service as designated driver. After all, I do live with them and they feed me, too. So it would only make sense not to “ride for free” forever. In this way, I get the stress of driving instead of them.

    Sometimes, I want to “help” pay for their gasoline to show my support. But Paw is a control freak too and he prefers to pay in cash and personally dispense gasoline into his two cars — a Mazda Protoge and an MB E430.

    Our travels to common designations average 20 miles and so walking and taking other modes of transportation would only slow us down as we zip by traffic and ignore the scenery of trash on highway landscapes.

  • Brutally disillusioned…

    Being part of the family means listening well to the seasoned advises and wise words from the more experienced ones. People like me used to be so much in love that we tend to overlook the flaws of our “targets” of affection from the “outside” point of view.

    Here are some samples of what it was like to hear how “honesty is the best policy”. To this date, I did NOT regret dumping, err, rather not contacting these unlikely suitors ever again.

    • “Why are you dating Erik! He is so UGLY!” Said a gorgeous Mexicano.
    • “John is no good because he is scared to come over to meet us.” Said my bio-units.
    • “Martin is nice but we bet he has a wife and child! Does he have a green card?” Said my bio-units.
    • “Bill smells like alcohol! Are his jaws wired shut? Because we couldn’t understand him!” Said my bio-units.
    • “Landy talks too much! Don’t bring that guy here anymore! Because he ate all our spare ribs!” Said my bio-units.

    —

    As you may well figure from my dates, it would seem that it’s too late for me to learn from my past. However, it is never too late for me to keep on looking for the right person in my life.

    “Both of them are stupid for getting married without inviting our relatives and for buying a house together without money.” Maw told Ruby, the twit’s eldest sister the day after Christmas last year.

    Besides being stupid, they were desparate to move on with their lives and to find love. She was a refugee desperate to keep HIS job as a manager. He was a VERY dog desperate to leave his parents’ house.

    “Where are the good chicks?” Asked the boy.

    Maw knew (from her intuitive heart) that the boy was a hopeless case in looking for love. He doesn’t know how to “court the RIGHT woman” and married someone who is still childless; doesn’t adapt well with Westernized culture and doesn’t get along with her in-laws.

    Unfortunately for the boy, he is doomed to a marriage that has NOT connected well from the beginning they met. They continue to fight and bicker to this day.

    So for any dude/chick or bro/sis, don’t “jump into bed” with just anyone. Find out more what others have to say and FOLLOW through with their opinions. You will feel how much more easily the relationship goes when you have both their confidence that you’ve made the RIGHT decision and their blessings of your friends, families, in-laws, relatives and strangers.

    Good luck, chumps!

  • Honor love…

    You’ve heard the familiar religious reference to “Honor your father and mother.” But what does it really mean? I love my parents. And they love me, too. We respect each other and our personal spaces. Not a day goes by when some bickering goes on. And for some family, that is considered normal and “part of life”.

    Sometimes I imagine that I had a different home, a different set of parents and a different lifestyle that is healther to me. But my current bio/parental units is all that I’ve ever known and although they are not perfect and are getting on with age, I’m stuck with them.

    You see, parents (who are still together, of course) are supposed to love each other until death. They came first before their children and/or grand-children. Of course, they can love their descendants but not to “get it on”.

    For example, our distant relative, Nadia, told us that her honey, Gonzalo, is all that she will ever need. Her grandchildren are precious but only “up to there”: She pointed to her two cheeks and wanted to show us that their love and affections through hugs and kisses are nothing more than that her.

    Anything beyond “taboo” is really supposed to be between a man and his wifey. their hearts really belong to their spouses. And that is where the grand/children should just “get out of the way” and learn to “shut-up”.

    Eventually when these grand/children grow up and have families of their own, they will in turn find out that they are too busy with priorities and taking care/honoring/loving of their parents will become secondary.

  • Clean up…

    Here is a familiar expression the all should follow: “Cleanliness is next to godliness.” For those kids who tend to mess up their rooms and other places of the house, why not try cleaning up after yourselves? After all, in case of emergency or if you’d want to leave in a hurry, wouldn’t it be nice to make sure things are in order/place so you can actually FIND things without worrying if you left it behind, lost it elsewhere or got stolen by nosy apartment managers/workers/cleaners?

    The other day my small mind brought up old imageries of people/neighbors who have ant/termite problems. Now mind you, these little creatures are God‘s creation and they shouldn’t be considered pests in my books. I actually “communicated” with one of them a few years ago and told them to leave the sink upstairs and go home. They were distressed that I kept flushing them down the drain. I told them sorry. All they wanted was a warm home and some food.

    Ants help clean up left over food items that owners leave unattended in sinks as unwashed dishes or crumb not swept up from the floors or wiped down from the countertops and dining tables. Ants serves as a reminder that we humans should clean our own homes/gardens or else they will help us. They set an example of keeping their underground farms free of contaminants. Surely, our big heads should be able to take the time and decontaminate around the place.

    Termites are also useful creatures. I didn’t know that they were so TINY and almost microscopic. For a couple of days last year, Maw was wiping down the countertop tiles. She thought they were ants but had she worn her eyeglasses, she could have seen that they were light in color, Last year, Paw and I were working on organizing/recycling old wood. I noticed how termites made their homes into the crevices of some of the rotten wood and left VERY small pellets, smaller than the size of a poppy seed.

    It would be good to respect/understand how other critters live and leave them alone. But it is our responsibility to make sure we do our part to reduce the pollution of our environment and to preserve whatever species still remain on this planet. If it means to triple flush your low-flush toilet so that the sewers won’t clog up; freeze your left over oil and throwing it away into the trash instead of into the sink; rinsing off recyclable THOROUGHLY; avoiding harsh chemicals and such, go for it. I’m sure the little critters would also appreciate if you don’t hurt them while you go about your business outdoors.

  • Don’t ask…

    Here is familiar rule to follow: “It is better to give than to receive”. But how do you know when to give? Do you wait until later or act right now?

    In every instances there are opportunities to give from the heart. Sometimes you’d have to take the initiative and “be there” for the person/animal/plants/etc. And this is done so without second thought or ill-will. And most likely the recipient doesn’t ask for anything. You’d know and feel when is the right time to act on that nice rule.

    For example, Maw wanted to cook two packages of “tinapa”, or a peculiar type of smoked fish outdoors. Earlier, we had bought $10 (or $5 for ten fish) from a short, smoking Filipino man who was selling in front of Valerio Bakery where Paw had bought some “pandisal” for our morning’s breakfast. I helped her carry and hook up the electric wok under the patio in the backyard.

    After a few minutes of freezing winds, she had finished deep-frying/disinfecting the smoked fish. I noticed that she had enough strength to bend over and unplug her electronic appliance. Knowing that she was still limping from her bout of gout on her right foot, I hurriedly gathered the cooked and cooking items to bring indoors, just as she hobbled into the warmth indoors.

    This sort of universal “friend-ship” is supposed to be what “love” is all about — providing support when necessary. Sometimes you won’t hear a word of thanks from certain parasites/leaches. You’d feel if they are nice enough to acknowledge your effort. If not, avoid them. Somehow gratitude is later reciprocated in the form of lunch. And that, my friends, is thanks enough.

  • Unwanted “rapes”…

    While trolling the “eldest boy’s” weblog site, I noticed that the total pageviews showed 333! That’s half the numerical value 666 for the Mark of the Beast! I saved the following from a “Snipping Tool” on my personal computer at 11:22 AM!

    Bro Rape
    Bro Rape 333

    Notice the triple digit numbers of 333 and the double digits for 11 and 22! Hello! Who are you? What are you? What do you want from me?

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    Anyway, I recollect watching televised episodes on Dateline NBC. Christ Hansen did investigative reports on: “To Catch a Con Man” and similarly “To Catch a Predator” and “To Catch an ID Thief“. Without these VERY informative shows, I did not realize how perverts and psychotics continue to claim: “It’s not my fault!” I would like to add that UNWANTED emails from spammers and scammers are no longer showing up in my email accounts. I have posted these UNWANTED emails with it full headers (without my emails of course) and contents on this primary weblog. They are tagged as “spam” and/or “spams”.

    As for the postponement of both SOPA and PIPA, I’d like these two pieces of legistations to further crack down on internet/nefarious activities to include (as mentioned in my recent blog entries) personal/dating ads, business/job opportunities and health/sexual improvements via emails and other social networking sites utilizing chatting/messaging services. I’ve been receiving UNWANTED emails of these sorts more aggressively and it’s is annoying.

  • No fuglies…

    Fugly girls like me will never marry her “knight in shining armor”. This is the way nature intended — to breed in good qualities and to leave out unfavorable ones, such as perverts and psychotics and the usual retarded kinds and midgets, too.

    Guys just seem to know what kind of girls are good as house wives, as sex toys or as fun friends. They seem to be experts in identifying those who are stupid and easily malleable and who are intelligent enough to fight back like a banshee.

    Girls like us love guys for the same reasons: to get laid. Don’t get us wrong. We too love the challenge of playing around and eventually finding a “Mr. Right”, who will provide for the family basically and naturally speaking. Everything else is just fun and games of who will be on top.

    To make the game more fun, a good, best friend (right or left-handed) is there to make sure the fool in love didn’t make the mistake of hooking up with creeps, which can range from dead beats dads, two timing fornicators or just plain bad news, like criminals.

    Anyway, it is better to have loved a fugly than to NOT have loved a beauty at all.

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  • Game failed…

    In the business world, there is but one motive: profit, whether by greed or selflessness. Therein lies a middleman between a buyer and seller. You see I’ve encountered a “seller” via a buck-teeth finder, the “middleman”; while I became a “buyer”, or investor in a business scheme. All three players hope to gain from a profitable business deal. And so far Providence wouldn’t allow its manifestation for the group as a whole (just yet or maybe never). The “life’s blood/preserver” of the team has to come from somewhere — moi,  a money mule — tried, tested and true to the “fellow bros/sis” and a donkey braying alone in the desert via this weblog.

    Now the business world has a nice word, which I brought up long ago in my blog: confidence trick.

    “noun – any swindle in which the swindler, after gaining the confidence of the victim, robs the victim by cheating at a gambling game, appropriating funds entrusted for investment, or the like.”

    —

    I’ve been told that this business scheme is NOT a scam. I will hold the “seller’s” word to my heart; while I continue send bad thoughts into his environ and at the same time pray for his forgiveness/healing. Further I did NOT use the word scam when I called an alphabet soup but used the word scheme. (By the way, the alphabet soup also contains “fellow bros/sis”. I sensed this truth without knowledge of that fact until the discovery years later while trolling online for articles/news.)

    Where does all this “terrible failure” go from here? Nowhere, except the guilty feeling of not honoring the sacred trust of ALL parties involved in any business scheme/investment endeavor. The failure goes to the ones who seek vengence/justice without realizing the consequences of failing/jailing the offending party member(s). The price is freedom. The cost is priceless. Huh? Oh, yeah. There are legal mechanisms in place to enforce/harmonize any business deals, such as the UCC and pals.