I’ve downloaded “Android‘s leading compass”. When I open this app, I noticed that the address belongs to the divorced nutter living next door to us. That means my location might be hidden and the energy waves are being directed at the wrong house, thanks in part to Shrimpsei’s CB, which is located due south of 180 degrees and near the corner of the shared fence next door to us.
Tag: spook
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20111108-More Spooks
During the noontime mass of OLP, a TALL, white old guy sat two pews in front of us. I could see the side of his right face turning red with a white, “cold” spot somewhere on his right cheek. A creepy half-balding white guy with hairy forearms and sat one pew in front of us. A Filipino woman sat behind me and sang OUT OF TUNE. After she let out a couple of coughs, I flicked her off with my right middle finger by scratching the back of my head. I even let out a small fart to offend her nostrils. At 12:33pm, the priest gave me the host. And the little altar boy clang his “bread catcher” with the chalet of “bread”, which was held by the priest. I noticed a “holy one” praying with his head slightly down. Of course, the sunshine was streaming nicely upon his blond noggin. Hehehe! He’s cute, by the way.
Addendum: We arrived 11:00am at OLP. While Maw napped inside my car, Paw and I walked counter-clockwise on the circular path in front of the metal statue. I amused myself at a couple — a short Asian and a white man. At 11:30am, we were finished with three slow circuits because I didn’t want to ruin my “cheap” by comfortable shoes. Paw went to use the toilet and I went to fetch Maw. I saw two people to my left but hid behind Maw’s straw hat. Later the same faggots (one “famale” and her butch hiding her boobs behind a thick sweater) were walking towards us. I told Maw what they were but she didn’t care.
While shopping at Calico Homes, I noticed one old lady staring at us and probably from Maw and Paw talking too much with Jeni, who helped us set up the labor for reupholstering the slipcover and cushions. Afterwards, we went to Costco, where I mentioned under my breath how we are given only a limited time to be “free” until we all go back to “normal”. I flicked her off too as she looked into the mirror over a display of jewelry. I feel like getting my hair cut shorter for kickers.
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20111105-More Spooks
For the past two days and today, we have been getting noticeable increase in the strange vehicles making rounds in MY neighborhood. This was due to CONTRACTORS parked out front of our home! Your friggin’ morons!
One was a WHITE “smoking guy”. H was brunette and wore a thick, wrap-around shades. He had his driver’s side window rolled down, had his left arm hanging with a cigarette in hand and drove his BIG red, jacked-up long-bed truck southbound on MY long stretch of road.
Then at around 1:36pm, when the electrician went to get equipment from his truck parked on the left side of the our drive way in order to re-route the security light fixture from the side wall facing the street, another strange vehicle came southbound on MY long stretch of road and turned left into a rue. The dark blue corvette had it windows rolled down. A very BLACK-skinned man was the driver.
Anyway, you fools aren’t doing your job all that well. Can’t you take a hint with my rants? I’m still stuck here in this old neighborhood. I really want to move out and away from the area where I grew up and worked. I just want my own pad for once.
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20110124-More Spooks
At 04:20pm, the one-eyed, illegal ALIEN is powering up his circular saw softly. I’ve a feeling that the free standing “shed/patio/rented room” is being disguised by a LONG ladder that he lashed horizontally onto the facing wall to our shared fence with blue-colored cord. Yesterday evening there was a faint smell of paint coming from their backyard. I wonder what other “home/garden” improvement these people are doing without city code/approval.
Last Saturday evening, lots of low rumbling vehicles were riding up and down MY long stretch of road. It could have been the creatures’ way of mourning their fallen motocycling comrade or something.
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20111019-More Spooks
From 1:00pm to now, there is the sound of the chain saw and the tree shredder going on outdoors. Earlier this morning and en route to the doctor appointments, I saw large yellow construction vehicle parked in a cul-de-sac, just south of our home. There was an diamond-shaped, orange-colored construction sign, too. In my mind, I wish the shredded material a blessed incarnation to a next life for serving as trees.
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At 12:23pm, we arrived home from shopping at the DeCa commissary store. The electric garage door had opened at the same time! The white Honda CR-V was no where but in its parked place on the left side of the garage was the red Dogde-like caravan. So whatever is going with that divorced nutter, I had to close our electric garage door immediately.
“How are we going to unload the grocery from the trunk?” ~Wailed Paw.
“There’s space in the back! Don’t make everything so hard!” ~I retorted/
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After the lobby scene, the old Vietnamese lady with her gray-haired always in a bun got pissed that we were sitting behind her. We didn’t want to sit down behind the four Filipinos from the Couples of Christ. The old fart from Batangas held out his hand to shake hands with Paw, who refused to shake hands. It was NOT our style and the creep has a cold!!!
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En route to the lobby of the parish, we saw Ben and how he had a difficult time hosing down the white wall from the waste matter of baby birds in a nest. Then Gloria and Carlos were just walking into the lobby, too. Of course, Gloria seemed her happy self. But Carlos refused to greet the three of us again.
“Have a good morning, sir!” ~I screamed to the one-eyed old fart.
Carlos had lied to us about having both eyes done long ago. His right eye has that post-op patch of metal with holes, a blue rubber perimeter and a tape to hold it down. It was the old fart’s birthday and Maw actually got up from our pew and went over to where he was sitting to make the old man smile.
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A couple of days ago, the Fred the creepy widower shook hands with Maw. He could tell Paw and I are not friendly people with unsmiling face. I especially have given him and other creeps liek him the dirty looks. I’m not very “Chirstian”, eh? Bahaha!
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Over the weekend, the one-eyed creep was constructing a well-made/designed structure, which is attached to the side of the divorced nutter’s home. He made soft sounds of hammering and circular sawing. On Monday, there were old wood and other OLD computer junk sitting near their gas main. At least their backyard looks better than the junk in the backyard of the Mexicans located behind the divorced nutter’s backyard.
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20111012-More Spooks
At 2:03pm, a while pick-up truck with tools in the back of it long-bed trunk left from its parked position in front of the divorced nutter’s “home”. For the past few days, the front lawn is being ripped up. Two black-colored, piles of dirt were on the soil itself. The debris of dried grass is placed on the front curb.
I wonder when Paw will do the right thing and buy another city container specifially for yard trimmings. In this way, we don’t have to pile out heap of leaves from our eucalyptus trees and surrounding sycamore trees. The container is placed along with the garbage bin and recycling bin.
One day I will control how Paw throws away the trash, yard trimmings and recycling items. Until then, that’s his “sanity”.
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20111012-More Spooks
For a while, I had wondered how and why a “fellow blogger” has found/been assigned my blog/a moi. His presence is refreshing. However, his activities of commenting and contacting are less than desired. Nonetheless, all I could do is “smile” and be thankful he is still okay. Or is he?
“my over-whelmed/vexed mind…”
“my head hurts at this time & I am tired…”
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Apparently, this guy doesn’t know about how “nationalized security” and pals work or why his “Message to Author” has triggered to hit my Spam folder (without fail). He needs to get LOTS of rest and relaxation, eat LOTS of healthy food and clean water, and detoxify his “allergic symptoms/karmic debt” to his current environment/path in life with some orgone/orgonite.
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20111009-More Spooks
At 11:15pm or so, I heard a car revving up its engine and probably making rubber markings on the taxpayer‘s roads. Remember, we are ALL investors to some degree with any social welfare program being that of the government system (courtesy of the tax payers) and the same money being reinvested back in the private system of blings, sports and entertainments and then back again into the government system as a form of taxable revenue.
At 11:06pm, I heard a slow-moving airplane, which I thought was a slow-moving blimp of some sort.
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20111007-More Spooks
Today, we made a last visit to Paw’s eldest sister, who received two large paper bags filled with the bumpy pears from our backyard and one plastic bag of BIG chayote squash. We bought her one chicken from Costco, too. Of course, the main story was about her losing the house to a nephew.
We already know about the lost to the equity of her old house in the one hundred thousand dollars to Joh via the brokers and Wells Fargo Bank. The lawyers from a social worker were/are getting justice for the old lady. However the lawyers want to serve themselves first.
We heard some of her voicemail messages left today at 09:13am and it appeared that the father of the nephew is trying to convince the old lady to let the 33 percent “profit” or whatever is left from the scam to simply go away on a premise of a “service” to his oldest sister. Sounds familiar, dude?
I told her to let the father and his son, the Glorge and the Giant put up the equity of their paid-off house to pay the lawyers and the hundreds of thousands of dollars scammed. After all, the Glorge owes the paternal side and most especially Chingster for all the trouble in the past.
These scammers still expect something in a return and are allegedly holding mailed records (of notices from the bank) on hand. It’s a shame that her own blood relatives will have taken advantaged of the old lady had it not been for the social worker.
To TBTP and pals, I expect this kind of fraud to be investigated and why this loophole motivates Filipino people to do this to each other. Of course, I won’t be anything left to pay from these thieves. Look for any nursing homes to the effect of said purchases from the scams by Filipinos and pals in and around the Bay Area. I’m still waiting for the fat bastard to call me back and/or Death/God, whichever comes first.
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20110929-More Spooks
Sorry for the delayed response. This is in regards to the bankrupt energy company in Fremont, California (USA): “Solyndra“, which really looks like — “Soul”, “Lyn” (my other “nick-name”), and “Draco”.
As per a recent Gretawire.com poll, which I have visited a few minutes ago and for the VERY first time, here is a poll question posed to the public:
Should the Secretary of Energy Steven Chu resign or be fired?
- Why… is there a problem?
- no
- yes
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Duh! As per Maw and I, we feel that Energy Secretary Steven Chu should be FIRED! That’s right! As a “trump card” has done on his “reality show”, we would tell these NWO sell-outs: “YOU’RE FIRED!” And that’s for enriching your lousy selves at the expense of the hard-working, American taxpayers! -
20111002-More Spooks
I finished giving the parakeets a quick bath at 10:15am. The handyman, the divorced nutter’s illegal ALIEN second husband, could be heard hammering and/or removing the roof pieces of the shed. It is a make shift structure “attached” to the side of the wall, which is nearest to the side door leading to the garage.
I heard the sounds for the past one hour while I was throwing away twelve half pieces of young coconut shells that Maw chopped open for pne pitcher of juice and pulp.
Paw was outdoors to clean out the dryer lint and hand me the drying towel. Thank goodness the green-colored sailboat material was lowered so I could work/hide on the our side near MY long stretch of road.
The fluffy, puffy clouds of white were covering the skies and the weather turned cold. So I hurried to dry the cage and to get the parakeets indoors; so they won’t catch a cold.
They are singing and relaxing indoors. The bath was necessary to remove bits of apple pulp that Bully Boy ripped to shreds, which stuck on the cage amd fell on the floor. Bad boy!
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20110930-More Spooks
Two days ago, we were backing out from our driveway and were just straightening out our car to head on to the stop sign and into the MY long stretch of road. When I saw that the Dodge, long-bed white-colored truck was about to leave at the same time we left to attend that morning’s mass. Of course, I offered a subtle flick of my left middle finger disguised as a scratching of my head.
Three days ago, a fellow parishioner came up from behind the three of us. The old fart smiled and expected me to attend the following day’s Bible study. Maw and the her exchanged a few words in their Filipino language and all of us went our way, with the old fart smiling and making the “sign of the cross”. Later, I overhead a couple of old farts talk between themselves. They were behind us and headed for their cars, too. They mentioned something about prayers. Of course, I was making subtle faces and mumbling under my breath: WTF?! I wonder if these people take a hint: I don’t do religion.
Addendum- Last edited by FLYNN on 20110930 at 22:22:28 PM PDT: After our walk around the mall sometime last week, there sat a buck teeth white guy on one of the wooden benches near the water fountain. I stared at him and I saw one Chinese guy with his young family looking at the guy, too. The buck teeth guy had a silver wedding band on his left right finger and wore those black Canvase shoes with white rubber bottom. He wore mostly black and had a short, light hair color. I wanted to smash his face in with my fist.