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Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:

01/04/2012 19:29. Maw mentioned that Obama is made to be unbeatable. I figured it is a second term for him.

01/04/2012 18:29.  Duh! Now I know the origin of that sliding sounds of a closet “opening and closing” — downstairs where the backdoor to the patio! Hahaha!

01/04/2012 17:53. I noticed more double-digit numbers. Akismet Protected | 101,172 spam comments and Blog Stats |  75,144 total views. Notice the numerical value of “144”.

01/04/2012 17:50. I figured that there is a time-shift happening. I noticed that my mini-aluminum workstation, the width of two lengths of an average human forearm, might have a similar sounds of a closet “opening and closing”. The “keyboard tray” pull out and if done slowly sounds like the closet sounds:

At 17:33, there was an opening  sound, followed by two metallic-like objects dropping, and then a closing sound. It could have been the glass sliding door downstairs; although it is is NOT in use, I suspect Paw or Maw might be using it for hanging their washables to dry on the “shower curtain” rod.

At 17:31, 17:23, 16:43 and 16:37, I heard the soft sound in the background of something like a closet door “opening and closing”. The sound from 16:37 could NOT have been done by Maw because she was sleeping soundly on her bed. She was wearing her long-sleeved, double-knit, purple-colored sweat shirt at that time.

01/04/2012 17:25. I went to close the blinds to the computer windows upstairs and saw lots of vertical sylphs in one section below some long ones — all light gray in color. The sun had set, of course.

01/04/2012 16:38. I tried to take a nap. But prior to laying down on the bed, I saw several chemtrails over the weswtward hills of the Bay Area through the computer window upstairs. The lines were the same (or relatively parallel to my point of view from home) direction with the formation starting somewhere north.

01/04/2012 16:33. I saw a flock of high altitude birds flying in V-formation and going towards a north west direction between 300 to 320 degrees.

01/04/2012 11:45. We were coming eastward from 100 degrees towards home. Suddenly, the divorced nutter (with her small head and beady little eyes) was seen driving rounding the corner coming southward from MY long stretch of road into our drive at 280 degrees. I immediately pulled onto the driveway and into the garage and closed the electric garage shut. We then unloaded the over $100 worth of grocery from DeCA (Moffett Field, CA). She was driving the maroon-colored Dodge caravan. Sometimes, her illegal ALIEN would be seen driving her white Honda CR-V.

01/04/2012 10:58. At 10:57, a spiky-haired Asian kid about my height coughed upon intersection of my standing location inside the DeCA. We went from my right to my left (towards the produce section) and was being followed by a black kid, who was seen holding leash to a brown-colored, toy dog outdoors.

01/04/2012 10:49. I ran inside CVS because Paw’s wallet was seen coming out of his left jean pocket. He walked so fast that I had to sprint gently so as not to alert security. That old man is getting on my last nerve. Eventually, I’ll be taking over his damn wallet. If it were not for Maw’s vigilent eyes and her screams and my quick action, that piece of leather would have fallen out! But as I got close, I noticed that his jacket barely covered the top of his jean pocket. So we both picked up yesterday’s prescription and went inside the car and I said aloud to Maw, who was sitting in the backseat: “DO YOU STILL WANT ME TO WORK, NOW???”

01/04/2012 10:46. There was a creepy old white man whose bald head had blotchy brown spots on it. He grabbed a bunch of bananas swiftly and placed those into his grocery cart. Maw was also trying to get bananas.

01/04/2012 10:29. En route to the DeCA, I noticed a parked tow-truck with a vehicle already loaded. The driver immediately went to the passenger side door, which was opened, and out of the rear-view mirror to the MB E430, I could see how he paused and then used both hands to slam the door shut with much frustration in his action. Bahahaha!

01/04/2012 09:38. While eating breakfast, we were watching a news cable programming on television about the results of the Iowa caucuses. I saw how the old fart, Mitt Romney and his blond-haired wifey, were seen walking down the flight of stairs VERY carefully from the airplane. Now, I don’t know about you folks. But old people are a liability in my books. We don’t want anything to happen to these much slower demographics. Plus, Mitt keeps stammering. Is he under mind control? Perhaps, he is forcing himself (or being forced) to say things that aren’t true (in his empty heart). His beady eyes are VERY piercing. I don’t like it. He’s scary!

If you want my most humble opinion from a girl, I would very much prefer the “man-boob” that belongs to Obama, who can jog/sprint down those stairs in a jiffy! I really don’t want any more old farts running/ruining our country. Personally, I feel Obama is doing a fine job (as planned). So even if the main-stream, social media keeps putting down my man, wouldn’t it be interesting for a second term of this young lad, who seems to be making fun of himself and the dummies who keep listening to him?

01/04/2012 07:19. I recall meeting Obery Smith. His first name rhymes with “ovary”, part of the female reproductive organ. Anyway, during my stupid college years, Maw had fashioned my hair into corn-rows. After one class, a bunch of black students seemed to be following me. One girl was bold enough to ask who did my braids. I replied that Maw did. Then later I met Obery, a harmless chap, who I sensed was keeping an eye on me. The class session was usually SLOW and creepy for those two separate occassion I talked with him outdoors and indoors of the Student Union. For whatever reason, I didn’t want to go home and we both just relaxed by placing our heads down on the table. When I got bored, I raised my head and he asked me: “Was it good for you?” That was almost twenty-four years ago. So you see folks, I’m weird. I met weird people. I’ve been followed by different groups for many years. Go figure out why I continue to blog in such manner!

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