Was waiting in car with Paw for Maw to buy pork skin for her Filipino dish “pinakabit”. Was turning left and beige-colored, small pick-up truck honed twice at me – once while I was already in traffic and twice when it went behind me and to me left. Nutter must have high blood. It flicked me off and I did the same. The creep speed faster on the left lane.
Tag: spook
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20110508-More Spooks
Today the girl yawned again to show her boredom and would start touching the boy to go home. She is not fair considering the many times she goes to her mother, leaving the boy all alone in the big house.
On Friday, Velma looked at me directly as I purchased Maw’s MOM. I should have greeted her “talofa”. She is a fast but VERY patient customer service.
After the closing of that night’s evening mass, one of the parioshioner gave Maw a hug in greetings for Mother’s Day. He kept smiling at me.
Last time we went shopping at our local fabric store awhile ago, I noticed another Samoan lady. I don’t know the significance of looking someone’s crotch area but I did at hers and she looked at me directly, too.
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20110506-More Spooks
While watering my flowers off the side street and mumbling to myself after seeing two large foot print indentation in my plot, I heard a guy scream “Hah!” from inside his car. His driver’s window was rolled down. I turned to look right and let out a deep-toned scream: “GROW UP!” followed by “YOU, SPIC!” So you see folks: I cannot tell if you are a cop or a moron. I will react. That was prior to 7:00pm when dinner was served.
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20110505-More Spooks
After finishing breakfast past 9:30am this morning, I donned my mask, gardening gloves and got Paw’s spade shovel and proceeded to dig up the top layer of loose soil, which Maw watered down late last evening. For another one hour, I managed to get the other plot of soil ready for SEVEN cubic feet bags of topsoil. (Yesterday we used up 13 cubic feet bags of topsoil for our flower beds.) This smaller plot has been completed at around 1:00pm and has Maw’s vegetables of three eggplants and two pepper plants. The TALL, white-colored, lillies are behind and anchor the front yard VERY nicely from a FAR distance.
However, since David from “CDIF” came by AGAIN to set up his trap for to capture/count Japanese beetles. We were not able to finish up faster in two hours. So from around 11:30pm to 12:30pm, he “killed time” by talking to us about his personal life and how he wanted to look for a woman (Sugar Mama) to take care of him. He was holding a vibrant, purple-colored flower as a ground cover, which he picked from elsewhere, and showed us what he wanted on his yard but couldn’t figure out the name. He went on how he was a former Marine and cop; how is daughter is a police depatcher; how his son is a teacher and how he has three grandchildren (with the third on its way).
He is a bald, Mexicano and came from the violent neighborhood, which made headlines recently on tourists. He told of how he was raised by his mother initially until she sent him to live with his relatives in Santa Clara,CA; he played in a ditch of water, which was full of dead cats and dogs when he was six years old; the difficulty of getting his “Certificate of Citizenship” because they wouldn’t believe his mother is a US citizen; getting along with his cousins (who are in and out of jail) better than his own siblings, etc. Maw got tired of hearing the same story.
We learned that Mexicans living in Mexico don’t celebrate on Cindo de Mayo but on September 16. He will have his drinks today and later on. The areas off King, Story and Tully are popular areas for celebration. And I knew that already (not that I “really” know). He went on to mention other “segregated” areas and that is not uncommon, of course. But
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20110430-More Spooks
En route to Hancock Fabrics, we took the normal route via southbound HWY 880 and then hopped onto the 680/280 interchange. The next exit up ahead seemed like normal traffic. Then as was into the off-ramp, the driver of a white-colored sedan quickly came out of his “hiding” place inside his car, went to the front and then picked up both orange-colored cones, located on the right side of his parked vehicle. The removal of the cones occurred upon my arrival. That time was 11:04am. The spook was a “white” boy with black hair
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20110501-More Spooks
While the three of us were working on our front yard, lots of stupid spooks drove up and down my road. Are these people cops? Yup. Plus, it’s going to be Cinco De Mayo. And a lot of these drivers are Hispanic. I noticed the wheels of these SUV and/or pickup trucks were especially SHINY! Even one black long-bed truck hauled its speed boat “Stripper” and parked it across and opposite to the side of our house. I was not impressed but watered my 12 flowers where the old eucalyptus tree once stood.
To the SJPD: Ramp it up because the hoots got nothing better to do but drive by my neighborhood with their windows rolled down and such. Of course, my area is mostly ASIAN. So when I see these goons drive up and down my area, I flick them off subtly of course. Those who are detailed-oriented would see it and take offense easily. Too bad!
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20110429-More Spooks
At 10:26am, the pick-up for our yard trimming has been done. The old guy with a white moustache seemed to be irritated as he seemed to be arguing with the guy sitting inside the scooper truck. I could tell through the side window as the irrate guy shook his head while mouthing off. Two pick-up trucks were parked — one off the side street to the house across from us and one facing the opposite direction across MY long stretch of road.
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20110425-More Spooks
How does it work? TPTB and pals create “chaos” and therefore expect “order” through works of faith, hope and charity via religious dogmas, fear-mongering and other mind-control activities, respectively. Prove me wrong.
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20110425-More Spooks
A green-colored helicopter has been buzzing overhead MY HOME about one minute or so ago. The deep rotor sound would be perhaps military. The sound made my head dizzy.
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20110423-More Spooks
Well, prior to the start of this evening’s, Easter Vigil, mass, Senora Josie came by and asked Paw if he would be able to VOLUNTEER and participate in the collection of funds. The old fart refused. Maw and I had just finished railing on the SELFISH brut for thirty minutes after eating a late dinner at 10:30pm. We are ashamed of his FAITHLESSLESS to serve the “Lord”. If he is capable of saying “no” to his family MANY TIMES, he has been able to say “no” to the Lord, also.
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20110422-More Spooks
From 7:30pm to 8:30pm, an evening mass was done and said. Five priests and one monseigneur were present. Twelve “volunteers” of 8 males and 4 females got their feet washed by the presiding priest. The choir sounded better with the choir mistress leading the way.
Rachel no longer has on her crooked glasses, thanks to the grand-daughter who hid it away. Both the child and mother are non-responsive robots with expressionless faces as Maw and Rachel finished exchanging brief words with each other.
After yesterday evening’s dinner, Maw and I were trying to exit out the side door. Suddenly from my right, the creepy Carlos scooted in between us! That man is noted to be creepy weird.
As per Ben long ago: “The place is full of crazy people”. Of course, I don’t doubt it because lots of people have horror stories from their life’s experiences and are more than likely to seek refuge among other crazy people, who pray for salvation from reality.
Last night Rachel was sitting to the left of Fred. She was seen looking heavenward with her hands folded in front of her. She prayed to the horror of the dark-skinned priest who was seated to her left and of my elderly twosome in front of her: “Rose! I’m taking good care of Fred for you!” You see, Fred is a recent widower to Rose. I’m sure Rachel likes Fred but Rachel is known to be creepy weird, just like her daughter and grand-daughter.
One time Rachel saw an image of some saint on top of either her refrigerator or washing machine long ago and Maw was present to hear the schizoid proclaim that vision. I believe her daughter might have seen something too, just like my auntie-in-law, Gloria of WHITE dog blood and her children Giant and John.
So I believe this is one of my many “purpose” in life as per a Vedic astrology report: To be star witness of crazies from all walks of life and fellow participant in the lives full of “visionaries”. Get it? Bahahaha!
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20110420-More Spooks
En route to the Sedar dinner tonight and at around 6:40pm, we were racing with a red pick-up truck. Earlier, the brown-colored skin-head of either Flip or Spic descent took advantage of four-way stop, which I was supposed to be next. I started to speed down the “right” road at 50 miles per hour near a park where parked cars lined the place and where parents and children played little league. The guy started to speed up to over take the dark-colored truck to my left by swerving behind me and cutting the guy and speeding up.
Of course, earlier I flicked off him and his fat-ass cow woman sitting in the passenger seat with my stationary middle finger held flushed against the steering wheel. My index and middle fingers were making scissor motions as if to cut of his “teeny-weeny, teeny-weeny, shriveled-middle, short d!ck man[hood]”. You can tell these pot heads are possessed because they actually took the time to see me flick them off while I was driving at 60 miles per hour and minding my own business. For you see folks, marijuana does weaken the aura of people and if San Jose, CA does allow more than 10 pot shops to pop up around my neighborhood, these are the sort of dangerous demons on the road.
Then as I came out of the parking lot of the parish, I signaled “right” and knew I had enough space between the car veering down from the hill and the car to my left, which came out in front. Since it was night time, I assume the pot-head had flashed his “blue-colore, high-intensity” head lights at me. I intentionally slowed down to let him know that I saw him already and wanted him to slow down. You see folks, this long stretch of MY ROAD NEAR THE FOOTHILLS OF MT. HAMILTON has speeders going in excess of 40 miles per hour on a residential area.
To the SJPD: You had BETTER get your revenue from these sort of pot-smoking, demonically possessed people instead of the hard-working, tax-paying ones who has had enough with nutballs and illegal ALIENS getting it easy! Maw heard over the radio that people who got ticketed, cited, or whatever for jaywalking, running the red light or whatever, would rather do “community service” instead of paying the fine in the hundreds of dollars. Some people are NOT earning that much and some are unemployed.