Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: mySpooks

  • 20100513-More Spooks

    At around 09:50am, two spooks have left the scene. They were parked in front of our house with the other one in front of the house across from us. Both white-colored EVs are from the City of San Jose. I saw the emblem on the sides of the doors.

    One was a balding, gray-haired, red-faced white man. The other white man was taller with a crew-cut hair, Harley-Davidson type beard and dark, wrap-around like shades. There were talking for about half an hour or so before they left.

    Of all the places convenient, why could they not have parked on the long stretch of road where the road repair (courtesy of the taxpayers) near the railway intersection has been going on for the past few days???

  • 20100510-More Spooks

    So I’m listening to two more YouTube.com videos about KJV Bible and Greek texts.

    I recall a former co-worker, a lead to my department three years ago. Most Filipinos are supposed to be Catholic. But Leoni R. told me, in a half joking manner and with her usual large smile of big teeth, that she found that particular religion `boring`. Her new congregation happens to be Methodist, which relies heavily on the KJV Bible.

    Now the other spook, Randi S. is a Cavite, like Leoni R. Both of them speak the same dialect, which I don’t understand. And they happen to read the Bible. Hence, they are Bible-thumpers. I don’t like thumpers. My mental impatience of rapid curses are held in check against these types of people.

    They played me via Yahoo! Messenger. I know because I kept sneaking up behind them like a silent ghost and caught glimpses of their conversations. So the FEDs should check up on those two accounts with the third one belonging to a Maria S. As a matter of fact the whole tower is loaded with spooks, which explain why Silicon Valley has a tight network of tentacles – the same ones that prevent me from working in that `campus` ever again.

  • 20100509-More Spooks

    Well, at 10:25am, I was talking to the boy and invited him to come over anytime here because it’s Mother’s Day. So I looked out the bathroom window and see a four-door, mini Chevy pick-up truck. The color is like a burnt silver-beige.

    I see two white men come out in similar-colored trench coat and slacks. They were wearing white shirts and ties. One was an older man with gray hair. The other is slightly taller middle-aged man. I sensed they meant well.

    So I see them walking from their vehicle and towards the house and at 10:27am they got into the mini-SUV. I also saw what appeared to be LoLinda getting into the right rear, passenger seat. I sweat, those emotional Visayans are out of control. All of them!

    Anyway, I see at around the same time, a silver-colored, mini-van, you know the kinds that soccer mom’s would haul their kids. This vehicle pulled up as if to park in front of a similar-colored and type of vehicle, which is parked in front of the house.

    At 10:30am, I stepped away, only to see that both vehicles are gone. Well, again it’s for public safety and as a concerned citizen, I really don’t pity them or that nutball, who is harboring illegal aliens. She had it coming for doing the same things to her friends, her co-workers, her family and relatives.

    The point is those illegal aliens are taking advantage of the poor nutball, who is the only wage earner of the household. For a couple of years, she had worked hard to keep the house. And the only way to kick the parasites out is to let the house go into foreclosure.

    I wish for peace of mind. That’s all.

  • 20100507-More Spooks

    At 11:58am, our phone rang. The Caller ID of our phone did not register a phone number. It only showed `INCOMING CALL`. I answered the phone call and a guy was asking for moi. I said he got the wrong number. He said he was sorry for the call.

    I felt it was either the credit card companies or the authorities. Then again it might be a telemarketer or surveyor.

    The point is the main number is really for the home owner. My cellphone number and fax numbers appear on my personal accounts. Only the home owner’s phone number appears as an emergency number.

    To TPTB: You still owe me. Back off. The only time you people should bug the home owner’s landline is for emergency purposes. I know you people are checking up on us, which is good.

    To Obama and pals: Get those credit card companies off my back. Thank you.

  • 20100506-More Spooks

    At around 10:30pm, the divorced nutter rang the doorbell twice. I had a feeling it was her because we rarely get someone who rings our doorbell at night. Those that ring the doorbell at that late in night are, well, possessed people (or witches).

    I recall what my maternal uncle had said when we visited the Philippines for the first time in 1976:

    `Don’t answer the door. It’s a witch.`

    ~Sengyong

    Now that occurred in the night when everyone was inside enjoying our visit. The light in house was bright. Everyone stopped talking and froze in their positions when we heard someone knock at the door.

    —

    Maw and I were upstairs and for whatever reason. We too froze in our position at the height of the landing. After a few moments of deliberation, Maw went back to her room while I softly made my way downstairs to check on Paw.

    It seems that Paw had peeped through the blinds and motioned to me with his right hand and near the alter that it was the `sirah` (or crazy).

    Then at 10:36pm, the phone rang. We have caller ID and I sort of rang roughly downstairs to let Paw know not to answer the phone. He knew who it was because he was still writing in his journal. He looked up at me and said:

    `She is still crazy.`

    So that is the final answer. The divorced nutter is possessed and won’t change. Noone in her right mind would continue to cause trouble with her neighbors. Noone should answer the door at night. Don’t invite trouble. Either turn off the light at night and don’t make too much noise. Let the kids go to sleep early and such. It’s for everyone’s safety, really. Just my two cents.

    —

    To the SJPD: Yesterday’s blog entry about her `redemptive cries` is just a ruse, a smokescreen, for she will never be healed, I’m afraid. I no longer feel sorry for people with psychological problems. They are beyond repair.

    Also, at 10:36am, I went online and to our phone account and entered her number to be BLOCKED. That is for the record, please, and for our safety. But the message keeps stating `Please wait. Thank you for your patience.` The circle of blue and gray dots continue in a counter-clockwise direction! I wonder if our request has been processed! OMG! What’s going on???

    Please wait. Thank you for your patience.

  • 20100506-More Spooks

    While Paw and I were raking up leaves left out by Juan’s blue-eyed mother onto MY road and other eucalyptus debris, such as seed, twigs and branches, I saw a couple of Mormons walking from the railroad intersection on MY road and crossing over into MY drive. They had dark blue ties and white shirts. Elder Robert is tall and doughy. He reminds me of James T., a former co-worker but divorcé, who wanted to date me.

    After about five minutes or so, the twosome came over and offered to help clean up our yard work. Now that’s mighty fine of the those boys. You don’t get alot of nice Christians offering to lend a HELPING HAND. (You know what I mean, Pete!)

    Anyway, I had a feeling they would come over and I was right because I REALLY wanted a copy of `The Book of Mormon` as part of my mini-library located upstairs in the hallway. I actually had to ASK for one and Elder Robert pulled out, what I believe was HIS copy, from the outside pocket of his dark blue backpack.

    Brother Anh Ma Can (or the Vietnamese translation of McDonald) was with him. He had no eyeglasses one like Elder Robert and had larger eyes. He could speak Vietnamese. The boy asked if we spoke Vietnamese. I replied that we spoke AMERICAN! Of course, the conversation went on about what is truth and what God is like and I offered a grain of salt to them: God is everywhere and expresses himself in various ways and does not belong to any one religious organization.

    I told the boys that don’t believe everything you see and hear but believe in whatever rings true to them personally. They even asked if they could come visit us again. I replied in the negative and then a positive as it is their free will to bug the heck out of us again. Seriously, there is the internet and the overload of information is from that source.

    Before they left, I has Elder Robert what passage I should read to get to know `The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints`. He took HIS copy and flipped through the pages and pointed to this reading:

    CHAPTER 11 – 3 NEPHI 10:13-11:2

    Jesus Christ did show himself unto the people of Nephi, as the multitude were gathered together in the land Bountiful, and did minister unto them; and on this wise did he show himself unto them. Comprising chapters 11 to 26 inclusive.

    He then placed the following card as a bookmark to that page. Here is the front and back image of the `advertisement` card:

    [slideshow]

    He then pointed out the Introduction on the front of this book.

    In other words, believe in Jesus Christ, his wounds and get baptized in the name of the Holy Spirit. Any Satanist know that calling upon the Holy Spirit is the only way to rid victims of those offending demons who are out to ruin the souls of many.

    So I told the boys that we needed to get back to our yard work and thanked them for offering their SERVICE and to spread the truth about God and serve the LORD. It’s the only way to LEVEL with these `FELLOW BROTHERS`, who don’t know what’s really going on behind the scenes.

    The end of the conversation may have been before 11:36am as per the atomic clock inside the dining room. I had to run inside to find out the time before taking a much needed shower after almost two and a half hours of yard work.

    Then after lunch I had a bowel movement and decided to read CHAPTER 11 in its entirety. There were a couple of outdated words, such as `unto` and ` ye`. My mind started creating again: Why are they always a pair of guys and not women? It’s almost like a Merovingian is being followed by a pair. I don’t know.

  • 20100429-More Spooks

    So I’ve posted one photo into my Flickr.com account. It was a photo I’ve encountered via a conspiracy site and saved on my computer. It’s a photo of three people. Two leaders were about to give each other special `handshakes`.

    Then I tried researching key words via Google.com in the hopes of finding the original forum thread but found nothing. Then I came across an article, which contained lots of old photos of identifying grips, handshakes and signs.

    I started from bottom and ended on top of the article. Then I scrolled back down and came across one sentence about `the Mormon Church, the Sufi Muslim Brotherhoods, and even the notorious Mafia.`

    I closed my eyes shut in disgust and waved both my hands in front of my face as if to wipe away the information staring right into my face! No wonder the FEDs couldn’t help! They are thugs, too!

    When I opened my eyes, I saw the atomic clock above from me read as follows: 1:33:33am! I was pissed and shook both my fists into the air! Notice the double digits of three’s (or thirty-three)!

  • 20100427-More Spooks

    I remember meeting the finder ten slong years ago. One day we were talking about my belief in extraterrestrials in front of the Tova beauty place located inside the West Gate Mall. It was still being built. The coverings of the glass made the place dark.

    I also recall seeing a white guy sitting with his elbow on both of his knees. He had dark shades on. He had white T-shirt on. He was wearing a light colored, knee-high pants on. He seemed to look in our direction the whole time. The finder had his back towards this guy. The guy in the shades had his back was towards `Saratoga Ave.`

    On another day, we were talking on some mattresses. He met a co-worker who was black and pregnant. Her belly was sticking out. I could see her belly button through the tight shirt and tight skirts. The colors of the fabric were light.

    I believe that interview set me up for the meme.

  • 20100423-More Spooks

    After shopping at Savemart for Maw’s dried prunes, Paw and I arrived at Beshoff Motors (off Tully Road in San Jose, CA) at around 05:30pm. Our service representative went home early. We went into the cashier, who told us to get our paperwork first. Then Harry was yucking it up with another rep in his office, which is the first one to the `right`. I was pissed because he should have seen us walked past him before coming back out of the lobby.

    So he brought us inside and casually told us about the details to the bill. I saw each job done was a labor costing almost $200.00! And that’s excluding parts. At the very end, the tech saw that some sort of NON-FACTORY paint was done on the fender, hood and such. I was pissed again.

    I asked HARRY if he knew what the repair technician saw. He claimed he doesn’t know. Then our car, which was parked on the `right` side of the a three section was suddenly located under the overhang of the drive through.

    Harry who was to my right (or left side of the headlights) and another thug in purple shirt and to my left claimed to be stupid about why there was some paint job done and pointed out some sort of `painted` tape in gray color covering the `right` side of the hinge hold up the hood. Harry merely flicked and moved the tape with his right index finger and closed the hood.

    The guy in the purple shirt said something about `dead-end` and I repeated even louder `dead-end` back to him as he walked away towards the back of the car.

    To Obama and pals: Perhaps someone should check out why these people are `recommending` certain services that is not recommended by the manufacturer, which is for every five years. Each service charged by this place is estimated to be around $200.00. Perhaps, the government should take over everything because frankly, I pissed off at people getting away with too much weird shit.

  • 20100417-More Spooks

    Paw and I arrived at home, oh say, about fifteen minutes ago. I noticed a bunch of people get into a dark-colored, four-door Beemer. It drove off at the allotted time that it took us to park into our garage. Then as I ran to check our mailbox, I noticed a bunch more of people get into another vehicle the size of a mini-suv, only more square in shape. I stared it down by facing it squarely from our driveway. It took off by making a U-turn into MY road and northbound. Then I noticed another vehicle with its headlights on but that was far away.

  • 20100417-More Spooks

    Anyway, I noticed another double digit number from my most recent post entry: Last edited by flynnsblogs on Sat, 17 Apr 2010 at 07:39:11 am. It’s the usual number eleven (or 11), which (according to someone in the know via an old article) is a sleeper code for CIA agents.

    Great! But I’m not one. Or am I? Bruhaha.

  • 20100416-More Spooks

    After playing phone tag, I managed to speak with a `head hunter` this evening.

    `I cannot afford $44.00 a week! I need a job!`

    ~Moi

    `Oh, you just want to get out of the house.`

    ~Mary K.

    See? That’s why I cannot get a job. No one hears my cries! Everything is intentionally designed. Thanks alot, freaks! Prepare for war!