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  • 20111109-More Spooks

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    After church and en route to mail off Paw’s envelop to the post office, Maw exclaimed that there was graffiti on our fence. My blood pressure went up when I caught a glance at the offense. But I had to calm down and concentrate on driving.

    Then we went to get gas for Paw’s MB E430. While waiting in the car, I told Maw that it’s a divine sign to get rid of the bending fence and sloped cement slabs. And that perhaps THD and pals probably wants more of our business. She said if I had money to pay: But since the FAT BASTARD and pals have not repaid what belongs to me (MY HARD EARNED CASH) after eleven slong years, I told her heck no. (In my mind, if everygthing is supposed to be mine, they should pay now instead of wait later. But they don’t think like us kids. To me that’s selfish.)

    After buying gasoline for the car, we went home. At 9:10am, I attempted to call the Graffiti and Litter “hotline” at 408-277-2758 (three times). But the voice messaging system instructed us to call the 866-249-0543 number. At 9:20am, the Graffiti Protective Coating Inc. cleaned up the fence with high powered water spray. They did the rest of the neighborhood. Maw almost cried and almost hugged David in gratitude. Of course, there are lots of free spaces where people won’t get into trouble. Only REAL art count, not the ones done by CIA operatives on OUR place!

    We had Sara from THD called Paw to say the city messed up our permit for a new roof. Paw is so senile that he kept repeating and asking/verifying how they will start on Friday instead of Thursday, which would be the time I unload my HARD/yard work, which I loved doing recently.

    Then Osvaldo, the roof installer came by to take a look at the public post (which is attached with blue tape next to our front door) first and then our property.

    Later at around 13:00pm, Fred (with his amigo) from Valdez Upholstery came by to pick up our fabric of eight yards and eight seat templates of wood/cushion. They will replace the wood/cushion and do a welting on the bottom of each new upholstery! They give EXCELLENT service (as per their black logo on the back side of their white van).

    Overall, private businesses, sellers, contractors and the workers know what they are doing. It’s the customers, buyers, clients and the bosses who sometimes don’t understand their line of work and quick/professional communication skills. I guess Paw and I got excited and let our emotions/adrenaline cloud our better judgment, except Maw who understands everything! Hehehe.

  • 20111106-More Spooks

    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.

  • 20111107-More Spooks

    Paw was a “mad man” as Maw apologized to the poor apricot tree, whose MAIN branches of bearing fruits were chopped by Paw. I punished Paw by making him (via Maw, of course) saw off the four wooden legs of Maw’s orchid shed with both the circular saw and his OLD hand-held saw. I busied myself with sweeping up the leaves and removing the leaves from the main branches/limbs of the poor tree until Maw hollered that we forgot her eye appointment at 1:30pm. That’s my punishment to her too for being an overbearing foreman. This went on after breakfast all the way to 6:30pm at night.

    At around 12:32pm or earlier, I saw how a large WHITE truck with a crane arm and/or bucket waiting across from our street. It had a VERY large, dark-colored window, which seemed to stretch as far as the driver side door. I stayed for a few minutes until we removed the floating middle piece to Maw’s shed. I mumbled under my breath something about our city being communist and flicked off my fingers several times at the vehicle and at the low flying planes overhead earlier that morning.

    Then at around 2:30pm to 3:00pm, Ben and Minh came by with their grandson Derek, who played “boo”, his scary Halloween, with my parakeets; while the four old people talked with each other. They picked up their specially made “netting” of black color from Maw’s dismantled shed last week; so they could use it to cover their chayote squash, which the damn Asian‘s next door stole on behalf of Buddha. That fat bastard sucks, always smiling and laughing at people who offer food and drink because of tradition.

    Later on that evening and while I was still removing/separating leaves from branches, I heard one LOUD car attempting to make rubber markings (donuts) on MY long stretch of road. But I told it through my mind’s “mouth” to shut-up, get a life, and tell your superiors to die because people are working quietly in the back yard.

    Of course, the divorced nutter was quietly making sounds of throwing away stuff. We could hear her slamming the poor doors — garage and fence. Later after I took a shower, I went to close the blinds upstairs in my bedroom window and saw a red ladder between her persimmon tree and our shared fence. The fools don’t eat the fruit! So right there the creep wanted to look over the shared fence and into our property. But thanks to the spread of the pomelo tree and the sailboat material — both offered some privacy from this possessed one. I wonder how the workers for our roof would handle her behavior from up there. Hehehe.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 20111104-More Spooks

     

     

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    At 12:37am, the project manager called our land line and a few minutes later he was here to do pre-installation inspection for our leaky roof problem. He had Paw sign the papers and then at 2:11pm he was gone.

    As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 11/04/2011 at 09:08am, the sales consultant arrived at our home on 12:11pm yesterday. Maw exchanged stories with her wise words to make the old guy feel good.

    When I took some photos of our shingles at around 14:27pm and stood between Maw to my left and Dean to my right, he started loosing his voice! He coughed slightly a few times. I responded in “his language” by letting out a few frequencies of coughs and the clearing of my throat, assuming that he understood. I couldn’t tell if he was turning green but his buck teeth remained intact.

    By 3:00pm, he finished his sales pitch and sounded normal again.  As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 11/03/2011 15:11pm,  He left our home at 3:11pm. He was cordial enough to send me two emails regarding his thanks and the next step with Sarah and Eric and how his wife bought two persimmons ($0.59 each) from Trader Joe’s but were over ripe compared to our delicious one dozen persimmons from our backyard.

  • Syndicated spook…

    In recent news,

    Obama bypasses Congress with mortgage plan
    AFP – 2 hrs 13 mins ago

    President Barack Obama unveiled a stopgap plan Monday to ease the bite of the real estate crisis for cash-strapped homeowners while attacking Congress for blocking spending to create more jobs.

    “These steps aren’t a substitute for the bold action we need to create jobs and grow the economy, but they will make a difference,” Obama said.

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    Well, I’m listening to our local radio station 560am. So that is the platform TPTB and pals are creating — only a one-term server. The syndicated host of this program will stand behind the android, despite the lack luster record of his state. This noise-maker is also a sell-out, which explains why he continues to rile up the listeners.

    He can write all the books and use all the legals to make changes. But so far, I see nothing but more tyranny in recent news. Although he didn’t like the regressive tax as proposed by the inexperienced fore-runner and although he doesn’t want the android nominated, he will back him up on the grounds of conservative value from a FLIP-FLOPPER!

    I give up.

  • 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.

  • 20111020-More Spooks

    We arrived home safely at 9:00am.

    After mass we talked with Minh, who gave us a bag of sweeter but slightly larger calamansi lemons.

    Then we left the parking lot. I let the traffic pass by – a green/aqua mini-truck, except a cream boat of a car.

    The boat driver was pissed and swerved to the middle “lane“. But I continued on.

    Then the boat driver of this cadallac-type sped up behind me but kept a reasonable distance.

    Traffic passed a green street light, a stop sign and a red street light. Then traffic flowed left.

    I sped up to the left lane, signaled and then went to the right lane. Suddenly, I see the boat car pull behind me.

    We were both on the right lane. I was next to turn right into the main street. That was around 8:50am to 8:55am.

    I shook my hair twice to remove dark energy and to send the boat driver’s ange back at him.

    By divine intervention, the traffic came from the left. I paused momentarily to keep him behind me and sped in front of ONCOMING traffic.

    Our green-colored, garbg/recycle truck was barrelling down from the right lane, blocking the BLACK MAN from following me.

    To the SJPD: the intersection was Berryessa Road and Capitol. So while San Jose may be an expensive cit, there are still these crazy people who are polluting my neighborhood.

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    Addendum: Fred the creepy widower was sitting on the fifth pew of the back right section of our local parish. We turned and smiled/greeting mostly Maw. Fred held up the line and had to walk fast to receive a Host. Moron.

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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.

  • 20111014-More Spooks

    Yeah. It sucks being one of the alleged people in the “middle-of-the-road“. Just read my blog and view my Flickr photostream of spooks. You will see blurry photos of them, of course. One is the divorced nutter in her persimmon tree. The other one appeared out of nowhere a day AFTER I intended to expose TPTB and soon after a noisy copter in a few minutes of that incident. The other one is a mysterious envelope. Of course, I had the chance to mess with them but won’t play their game.

    Anyway, I noticed a white kid with another kid/sibling and probably his moo-cow mother near a light-colored car, which has been parked on the side street of the neighbor across from us. He was wearing one of those normal-looking sneakers. The color was black and white, just like the spook I photographed via my Flick account. Even Landy and another buck-teeth (who sat at the mall last month) both wore those types of shoes.

  • 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”.