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“You’re nothing but trouble!” Wise cracker said in anger after I failed to fetch her stupid bowl for her cooking ingredients while I busied myself vacuuming the parakeet debris all over the wooden floor/colorful rug. TPTB and pals know damn well that I am indeed TROUBLE (and in trouble, too) if they don’t pursue the path of legality and morality for me/mine/sake. I still have my nice noose waiting for y’all!

Anyway, I’m still testing my “slower connection”, which is still fast but because my primary/personal/tower computer is so freaking slow, I’m dying of IMPATIENCE! No matter! This temporary “set-back” is for my personal observation — to determine if the elimination of “acoustic interference” will diminish the “snappiness” of certain personalities at the home front. I hope that the flu-like symptoms, general lethargy, whatever will “go away”. I’m sick and tired of dealing with “petty annoyances” on a daily-basis.

Because I was/am “programmed”, not only to forget my “assignment” on this hellish planet, but to be given the function of a slow-witted/dumb/dumber/gullible/whatever human female, I didn’t realize that merely “disabling” this feature did NOT jack-off/stop/kill the U-Verse, TV, Internet, and most importantly the Phone Services. It was really MY IDEA to have the primary homeowners purchase this blessed “bundle” for a cheap price. I may wish to try the 4G LTE service later. (See? The “chaos” of unwanted/unacceptable/whatever stuff does good for business, really. Wow! Thanks!)

Speaking of “good for business/economy”, I really did NOT want a new/laptop/wireless computer, by the way. I wanted something like a “Microsoft Surface” – a tablet that functioned primarily for my choir/choral music! But because the “nice people” tagged along and wanted a BIGGER SCREEN/MONITOR, I ended up getting that laptop AND having to purchase a separate NOOK, which is freaking heavy! I swear! I’m being forced to do things that is supposed to work for MY personal benefit. But no! There has to be lots of interferences!

Now, I’ll have to live with four pieces of electronic devices until something smaller/lighter/faster comes along – it has to have a fax/modem thingy, an Ethernet thingy, WiFi wireless options, scanning thingy, printing thingy – OMG if y’all are “advanced” where’s my consolidated device? Why do I have four computers and two printer/scanners! Why can’t things be simple and in one cozy system! Man! Y’all are pissing me off! Want technology but without all these spaghetti and pollution interfering with my production/thoughts/whatever!

As of 1618, I’m testing my sensitivity to feeling head/sinus pressure by “disabling” that which doesn’t go through the “ethernet” cables/whatever I’m NOT that smart to figure things out for myself. After two hours or so ago, which was really five hours ago from the original blog post, I came across that YouTube.com video via a blog of my favorite “person”.

With that said, I can NOT tell the difference between high-blood pressure from acoustic interferences, organic foods from processed foods and other such things as confusing data-sets from observable-reality zones. In other words, I’m always a believer in anything that does and does NOT make sense. Whatever works, I’m willing to try at least once. And if my questions go unanswered, then I’m forced to keep trying until I grow tired, like speculations on unknown/future events.

A “little knowledge” does help stupid people like me. Curiosity does NOT kill, by the way. I had to quiet my naughty thoughts to access this new data-set and come up with/formulate/conclude/whatever on how to best handle the situation. I “re-ran” the YouTube.com video in my mind’s eye and allayed my anxiety/fears that “enabling” and “disabling” the feature can be done via the “Ethernet” cables/whatever. It failed via my stupid/new-now-outdated 4G/3G smartphone, which I must upgrade soon but I need one with a QWERTY keyboard because my damn/fat/chubby human digits/fingers/thumbs does NOT function well on touch-screen!

Again, I re-iterate/emphasize that these blessed “encounters” are specifically design per person/individual-basis. But sometimes stupid/lazy people like me REFUSE to acknowledge such precious help! This is what “blindness” is defined in the Bible somewhere – but I’m too lazy to pull up the truthful quote. Those with ears, and we all have the “inner ears”, or at least some of us not born with congenial defects, can ear the “wise words”. And then other stuff, such as feeling compassion and love as other available data-set for all to experience.

So I’m sitting at this primary/tower computer entering this particular blog entry. I’m NOT feeling anything coming off the wireless modem. I think it’s my heavy head is too much for the fragile axis/thick neck/whatever. As long as I fucking have access to the internet via 4G/3G/Ethernet/WiFi/whatever, I do NOT care. I need to share my “thoughts” as they come into my small mind/big brain/fat head.

I think I’m in line for a “stroke” in the head, even though my recent blood-work shows normal. My next blood-work is in March 2014, with/out Obamacare because I’ll pay CASH-a-roon-knee! I tried stopping my high-dosage 40mg statin drug for one month but felt like I was swelling up from over-eating holiday/salty/tasty/fattening food all over again! I don’t want to get fat/clogged up again! I really do NOT want to live longer than whatever I’m assigned to accomplish on this hellish planet – NO WAY! I’m kinda/sorta just dragging along, knowing nothing’s going to change under the sun. It’s truly sad.

So now I won’t be able to blog as frequently and will end up “conversing” with “humans”, err, my family – kinda/sorta like back to the old days without television/radio/whatever. Just people sitting in the same room – sitting/living/family – and actually sharing “thoughts” “live” and in person. Yuch! If there is a healthier way to share thoughts worldwide, I’d like something less polluting to this hellish planet than WiFi/cellphone towers/whatever.

Are you “aliens” really/truly “advanced”? Because y’all are messing up our current reality/dimension with your stupid technology, which y’all can’t seem to fix/clean-up/whatever in a timely manner without diminishing whatever came before y’all polluted/messed up everything else that seemed to matter without your crappy stuff.

“LOCKING IN ELECTION | White house controversial rule changes before 2012 election to lock-in second term” (happening now/foxnews)

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According to the wise cracker: “the only way to fix obamacare is to repeal that healthcare/ insurance law.”

So there you go folks. I have my ideas/opinions/suggestions/ways; while others offer the lesser evils.

Imagine taxing the American people to fund government subsidies (to Medicare, Medical, everywhere) and then dinging them with high premiums/deductibles!

To the “illuminated” nutter:

That “empty force” is very much real. I’ve experienced two such incidences while in the presence of that “brownish” grey alien.

The first one was during a material arts movie. We were watching something entitled with the word “dragon”, which could have been “Enter the Dragon”. But I don’t recall exactly.

For whatever reason, I was inhaling and exhaling deeply, obviously pissed at the thought of that “fat bastard” and pals.

Fast forward, I’ve read somewhere from a “native” mestizo with schizophrenic tendencies to falsely accuse most members of “team porgasm” that they are CIA agents, this breathing technique primes the “heart chakra”.

Anyway, both my arms flew straight ahead of me towards the movie theater screen, as if I was “shooing away” a gigantic flying insect.

I looked around to see if anyone sitting besides me fidgeted/reacted/caught me in an embarrassing predicament. I glanced to my left where the “doc” sat and I don’t recall him flinching either but he continued to watch/look straight ahead in the dark.

The second time was already mentioned twice my blog in which I was lying down and heard him fumbling backwards and away from messing with me/my mind/soul.

Bah,

Flynn…

Earlier today, I recalled what that “brown” grey alien alleged reported to me via Yahoo! Message, which was permanently deleted while working at that big-ass company/in a building now demolished to make room for the new 49ers Stadium in Santa Clara, CA.

He said that two FBI agents visited his workplace and they were asking for something regarding his income/taxes. He told me that he was VERY frightened and his skin turned white as a sheet of paper.

I will also mention that during my chatting session via Yahoo! Messenger, I noticed that he would excuse himself to log-off for awhile and the log back online. I noticed too that his “personality” would “change” from being “chatty” to being “quite”.

I loved “writing” and “chatting” was the next best thing to kill time while taking a break at my desk at work. This was WAY before my knowledge of blogging online, which was two years after never seeing/chatting with him again.

So y’all see folks. There’s lots of allegations and fictitious fables floating around the internet. This particular blog entry is my testimony of many weird things after my close encounters of a “third kind”.

This is one of many doors opened to me. It’s up to y’all to “Believe It Or Not (a la Ripley’s, of course!)

To the Boss:

I finished watching you and your sister singing together at the fundraising and “Liked” (thumbs-up) the YouTube.com (via my real identity/true agent name) video. I also subscribed to “his” video.

At 2146, I sent an email to “him”. The original email was sent on November 24, 2013 from your Mom to him and then forwarded to me, I think. But I cannot tell if I sent it to “him” because it is showing up as “Me”!

For example, two emails were sent but got stuck in draft, which I deleted. A few days later, the deleted items showed up after “emptying the bin”. Suddenly, in that same day, the emails disappeared!

In another example, tonight’s email was sent because it appears in the “sent folder” but it is still stuck in draft mode! I am hesitant to delete drafts because they might suddenly appear and disappear in the trash bin!

Anyway, y’all are so beautiful musically. Dammit! I really didn’t want to leave the other group but I’m NOT part of that “organization”, which was formed in 1981 from Manila, Philippines.

Huh,

“Ate” Flynn…

My parents and I finished watching a 2004 Filipino movie called “Milan” | A film by Olivia M. Lamason. My auntie Edith lent this DVR to us on my birthday in exchange for some of my books, which I lent to her, too.

“This story follows the journey of naive Lino (Piolo Pascual) as he searches for his missing wife in Italy. He comes across Jenny (Caludine Barretto), an imposing figure in the Filipino community of migrant workers, whose dreams of grandeur have clouded her need for personal relationships. In a desperate quest and game of survival, the two find refuge and affirmation in each other. What started as a mentor — protege relationship, Lino and Jenny’s partnership evolves beautifully into a self-consuming love affair. Until these are put to a test. Reality bites as the land changes everything.

In the end, it matters not for Lino that he fins his wife for he has found himself. And alas, it matters not for Jenny that she sacrifices for love, for she has learned to give, in order to live again.”

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Anyway, these “guest workers” did every odd jobs cleaning the houses in Italy. They enjoyed their hard-earned money together with food, drinks, and games. They would send some money back home to the Philippines to support their loved ones.

One story was about a man who worked twice as hard to support his pregnant friend in Italy, including both her family and his. Workers in the field played and fought.

In another story, Lino found his wife married to a fat Italian man. She had a child with him. The covered windows to her “new home’ in the scenes depicted how her freedom was limited to staying indoors as a stay-at-home wife.

The separation from their parents/families is very hard but they keep working and cry from overwork and loneliness because they miss their families. Waiting at the end of the month for the money is difficult because of rent and transportation.

The reason why Filipinos are generous is that they don’t have money and no one earns money for their families. Most don’t find the help but still give to their families; so that they in turn don’t suffer, too.

Once upon a time Filipinos were alone. But when they have each other, they never get tired of giving. This is what Jenny experienced – being servants to “white folks” and to those who can give a damn/a dog some money.

It’s truly sad such “diversity” continues in this guise as “quota” for employment opportunities, which is why I’m still working temporary gigs and NOT being paid to my full potential. Most Filipinos are well-educated/gradates, by the way.

Author’s note: Finished reading Kenny boy’s “Latest Article” on old Henry’s article about illegal immigration, multiculturalism, caste systems, and racial discrimination and finally was inspired to “publish” this blog post from draft mode since 12/08/2013.

To the Boss:

At 1900, I sent an email to the two leads. It was my “formal” notification to leave the group, which I do NOT belong: Had it not been for the “label” attached to that time slot, I would have stayed.

Now that your Mom is no longer part of that group, I feel creepy. Y’all know I’m out of place there and with your group. But I try my best to fit in.

The first paragraph states my intention. The second paragraph indicates my “last day” and why I am leaving. The third paragraph assures them that I’ll share copies of my stuff; so that they won’t be totally “abandoned”.

Huh,

“Ate” Flynn…

To TBTP and pals,

Maybe modern man should learn how to deal with unfavorable outcomes based on moral compassion and legal implications.

Here are a few thoughts y’all could sick into Obamacare, which MUST NOT be repealed at this point:

~Forced vaccination. As part of your experimentations on dumb/dumber/stupid/violent humans via your “alien” pals and their advanced technology, inject known members with schizophrenia. Have an Imam/Sheik bless each batch of holy fluids worldwide. Y’all can start immediately with the next door neighbor who already got booked/jailed for physical/violent assault on another person and I’m not about to be her next target.

~Forced abortion. The world is really overpopulated with dumb/dumber/stupid/violent. Those fetuses with know congenital defects and other unwanted viable fetuses must go. It’s already unfortunate that many children are born out of wedlock, live without a stable family unit, and many more come from broken homes and go homeless, too.

~Forced compliance. Heck, those with physical and mental problem must go away.

Finished saying three chaplets on the rosary. While speeding up the prayers through mumbles, I recall how a “brownish” grey alien claimed that his frequency is higher than mine. I also recall how he was tinkering/accessing my brainwaves/energy signature. I also recall how I blasted him – sending him fumbling backwards.

In summary, these “greys” are arrogant assholes. They forget their place among us. Be warned. They are NOT to be trusted entirely because they are “mischievous” liars and will “test” your pain threshold for kickers/fun. They are HIGHLY intelligent and come across as “benevolent”.

P.S. The heavy feeling within my skull/the fullest inside my brain may be a symbiont – that damn “brownish” grey alien who has dared to befriend me via Yahoo! Messenger, say, around 2002 to 2004. The back-ups are archived on my paid/online account, by the way, for the convenience of the “snoopers”.

Psycho divorced nutter opened her electric garage door at 0734, just after I loaded my trunk/got into my driver’s seat and when Paw kindly washed my windshield with a pail of hot water. They are off to morning mass.

Had mailed my legal agreement for compensation and arrived early to temp job from at 0757 am for a full eight hours, use their toilet, still logging into SAP, and will greet contact person, who has flakes and streaks of raspberry hightlight on her right/center of hair.

At 1500, we discovered our neighbor has a camera pointed into our backyard. The camera is mounted on the brown pipe atop the roof. So I called around our local attorneys and of course our “civil” case is not popular enough. I called the non-emergency police and they could have accompanied us to find out why the psycho divorced nutter had her one-eyed monster install an electronic device, which hopefully can get short-circuited in the rain/moisture.

Anyway, I’ve uploaded the photo on my paid/archive account for the snoopers to go figure out what they could do. In the meantime, the wise cracker wants me to take up law, go back to school, and try paralegal while I’m still young. Great.

I submitted my email to one website and spoke to a live “secretary” and left my contact information with her. I bet we are left with no other resource.

The twosome refuse for me to plant tall trees to block the cameras – one out front near the shared fence and the other one eavesdropping/spying into our backyard.