En route northbound on Highway 101, more spooks appeared to leave their parked position. One was a truck and it had turned off both emergency signal lights and turned on its left turn signal light.
En route southbound on Highway 101, two more spooks were parked off the emergency lane to the right near the Guadalupe Parkway off ramp. One was a black sedan in front of a red sedan. The black car moved slightly forward to turn left into traffic.
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.
Today, Fred and his youngest son and his wife attended this morning’s mass. They gave Maw a hug. The old fart smiled and said to me: “Your [new] haircut makes you looks like a Hollywood movie star.” And he pat me on the back slightly. Two days ago, he sat behind Maw and me. I guess he got lonely or something after his bug-eyed, blob of a wife passed away one year ago.
So my auntie Norma has been talking on the phone with Paw for half an hour about my cousin Joh and his real estate “scams” on people.
In 2006, he was looking for $250,000 to invest. He asked my elderly parents if they could help me. The intention was to “flip” our PAID-OFF home. We go pick her up now after many years for dinner tonight.
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I use my gut feelings, my intuitive sense, my heart and soul to decide what risks to take. For examples, some people used the Yahoo! Messenger system to meet people and “recruit” them for investment purposes.
At that time, I didn’t know they we’re “fellow brothers” raising money and testing potential “Initiates”. It’s far from scams, mind you. They didn’t know my purpose then and used their “special gifts” to take advantage of the situation as if their activities are following the “True” path.
Nay, fast forward beyond seven years to the current eleven years and they are still processing my requests. The “investment(s)” was worth the knowledgr even though I didn’t gain a single penny from my hard-work, which really is due to two elderly couple.
However, I learned my job is not entirely complete. And their projects are ongoing, by the way. It’s paying off, mysteriously enough several folds, not for our personal use, but for others’ benefit.
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Reference: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2011/05/29/how-do-you-decide-what-risks-to-take/
“I was only trying to help my auntie!” As per a Facebook message by a relative.
That’s why it is NOT good to post on Facebook. Right there, the stupid boy admitted to guilt. I wonder what the boy did with the rest of her money!
Addendum-Last edited on 20110511 at 02:57:15 AM UTC: That’s why it is not good to help or to do business with relatives. Bad results is not auspicious: Relatives can be violent and have been known to kill each other.
“That is your problem. That is reality.” Said the boy to his elder sister during his surprise visit for lunch today at around 11:30 am.
Having said that, he is absolutely selfish and has taught me that if he can be so unconcerned and so supportive, the girl can take care of him. After all, they both did take a vow — to go through crap (until death).
I was describing how relatives don’t seem to care. He sure has inherited these unfavorable traits. Time and time again, he has reminded us that he has a new life with the girl and his Facebook friends. But he still has that old attitude and will never change. Why does he even bother coming over to show face in spite of the reality of denial?
So let him be, huh? Sad.
Well, I’m ready to leave my house for the 1:00pm job interview via my employment agency. At 11:00am, the three of us planted nice flowers out front. Then suddenly, the divorced nutter and her illegal alien/second husband started washing their car. They had music on and it appears that these two are COMPETING with us by using intimidation tactic.
“Go inside the house. Don’t show yourself when those two are outdoors!” Maw yelled at me from her front porch. For you see, she is a protective person. And nutters will get more sympathy from the courst while us normal, tax-paying citizens are punished for keeping the peace.
At around 12:10pm, I noticed that the SJPD is sitting across from our house. And this is fine and for our protection. After all, we have been hear since the houses were built. That means we paid our taxes and try to beautify the area for value and security.
The “birthers” are doing their jobs well. Not only are they bringing to light the fact that “anyone could be president” is beyond measure. This means Natural Born humans can apply for the job. Being “natural born” or an “illegal alien” looses transparency by the actions of this person.
On 04/27/2011, President Obama presented a COPY of his long form birth certificate. On on OPEN forum discussion thread, I did reply to seeing the pixilation and distortion around the section of “19a: Signature of Attendant”.
In another thread of that same board, I replied to the similarity of signatures between Barry and the “Deputy of Registrar” on the Kenyan birth certificate, which is the valid version. The large letter “O” and trailing are so obvious.
So based on the EY site I read two days ago, the editor is yet another tool of the trade. I don’t know how he could sleep much better knowing that a mere COPY is enough for him when for me it is clear as day — Obama was born in Kenya and it took the sell-outs in Hawaii to certify that he an American citizen. Now I know that the higher the site views, the consequences will follow. You’ll see.
What I had hope to prove with three old threads was his blood relation to Indonesians, who are predominantely MUSLIMS. Everything else will fall into place and settle the matter to the “birthers”. Then again, I’ve read the guy has a family background as operatives, which could explain the lack of disclosure of his past.
“It’s the Smart Meter. It knows we are using too much electricity.” Maw had told us and described how this alleged device knows which appliance or electronic gadget consumes electricity. Of course, that impossible without letting the representatives of big brother inside the house and pointing out all the quality brand names “Made in America” or elsewhere.
Anyway, the first “black out” switched off momentarily and back on again at around 9:41am this morning. It did so two more times until around 10:23am. The battery pack to power the phones was one but our cordless phone indicated “OUT OF SERVICE”. That meant the AT&T U-verse “telephone service” was no working and could have potentially compromised emergency situations for a few minutes.
At 10:09pm tonight, the boy called our main land line. He asked: “Did you call [my cellphone]?” Of course, I was blathering about getting a ghostly incoming fax earlier this evening and other alleged ghostly phenom of the thermostat tripping off as a “cold spot” near the base of the stairs a few hours ago.
This was not the only time the boy called about incoming phone calls from our land line to his cellphone.
So two days ago, I had an early morning bowel movement. And usually, I’d like to keep myself company with some sort of reading material. That time was an old book: “The Children’s Living Bible”. I recalled asking Maw to buy that book for me. It was displayed near a check out stand long ago.
My fingers riffed through the pages; my thumb opened up to a Biblical passage and my eyes read:
Ephesians 2 (Common English Bible)
8 You are saved by God’s grace because of your faith.[a] This salvation is God’s gift. It’s not something you possessed. 9 It’s not something you did that you can be proud of. 10 Instead, we are God’s accomplishment, created in Christ Jesus to do good things. God planned for these good things to be the way that we live our lives.
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I got what I asked for. Yesterday, I had asked God: “Why am I still working at this “temp job from hell? Surely, there is someone who is in desparate need of a job than me!” And late last evening, the boss broke the news to the temp guy and me: We will be unemployed on April Fool’s Day. That shock saddened me but I was free! Free at last! Praise the Lord!
God knows that I’m not a good fit for the job. It was too boring and unchallenging. And the location of my cubicle was so disruptive with noises coming from the lock clutch when employees and contractors alike swipe their badge to gain entry to the second level and from the noisy people who walk by my desk.
So that’s good timing for me at least because it’s a good thing as always and something good but not necessarily better will happen. Only “God” knows and my fellow blog readers, of course. So I’ll stop cursing the “back door” users once they pay back my kindness in CASH, of course. It’s only fair if they and their descendants don’t want to suffer eternal damnation!