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Get it?

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Nope. I don’t get it. But welcome back to OUR world. Your temporary death intrigues me. So how was the trip? Did you learn anything? Do you care to share what’s it like “over there” versus “here and now”? Bahahaha!

All I know is that I’m living and breathing and nothing more. Everything that I’ve worked hard for and have taken cared of seems meaningless and pretty much “loveless” nowadays. That’s why I’m not blogging with much forte anymore.

Sure, I’d blog about “My Weather” and “Noticing Numbers”; answer questions inspired by others; and rant about spooks, TPTB and pals and my boring life. I’ve been busy with other things like organizing computer files that only I could appreciate and uploading it somewhere for the TPTB and pals to figure out.

And WTF do you mean: “You are the gift?” You mean all I have to do is eat, poop and sleep and everything else will take care of itself? You mean I shouldn’t care/take heart too much about anything or take sides at all but my own? And why does Karma have to exist in your dimension/reality? And why should Karma exist in mine?

Tell me. Would you rather reincarnate as a human or not? Do you think you will be remembered by others? Where do you people come up with this stuff?

Hooked on…

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“It’s Janet, Miss Janet, If you’re nasty!” ~Janet Jackson‘s album “Nasty“.

So why do people hook up with nasty, fugly people? Because they are mentally and emotionally incapacitated! Basically, it usually boils down to finances and fornication — both of which are forms of control with the former being more desperately needed and the latter being the supporting role for staying in any long-term relationship.

Everything else is denial. Face it! No one should be ashamed for messing up. If you happen to be destined to hook up with a nasty fugly, be proud that it’s only temporary. That’s why alcohol, drugs and smoking are done to help drown out the sorrow and pain. [I'm not advocating addiction (but blogging comes in at a close second)!]

Hopefully, no one will make any excuse or make a big deal for the errors of your ways. Perhaps, you could exercise more self-control in your money and of your urges. Or else you might make more babies that you cannot afford in your young/old age.

Ah, the traps of this world are many. Be sure to take off your rose/amber-colored glasses before making any rash decisions that will put others to shame. What about me? Again, you are nothing when other people disapprove. Quit hooking up with a nasty, fugly and take a more realistic observation that most people are plastic anyway!

20120203-Random Notes

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Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my smart/cellphone:

2012/02/02 1313. I awoke from a nap side 1248, after the orthopedic doctor takes with Paw in the waiting room. The creep coughed s if I were Chinese. I mumbled under my breath that we aren’t Chinese! He looked like Landy with his buck teeth. His skin was light as were his eyes. His catwalk structure was narrow. He doesn’t say much about estimate time of recovery. He didn’t seem to care about my presence twice already.

2012/02/02 1309. I awoke from a livid dream of Maw wincing from a needle pain by the nurse I was sitting upright on a chair in the waiting room.

2012/02/02 1255. I had a thought about the angels versus the demons, the saints versus the devils and the martyrs versus the jinns.

2012/02/02 1102. I had a thought about a poem:

“Most of us are clueless and don’t know what is going on or if we belong.”

2012/02/02 0915. The morning was old fart smell in the air and it read a foggy morning.

2012/02/02 0914. I noticed double digit numbers on the MG E430 dashboard: 911am, 41,944 speedometer), 915.4 (odometer), and the following of a white Subaru with CA license plate number ending in 144.

2012/02/02 0819. Father Paul was talking about a Candle Mass, which he does (in my mind at private residences). My mind created how candles represent souls residing inside each person, where the “head/flammable end”is the heart. Each person is responsible to want to bend/bow toward the Light to ignite their soul s.

2012/02/02 0036. I had a thought about the layers of those planet: fire of hell, water and earth, then air and clouds of heaven.

2012/02/01 1933. Maw read showing me a defrosted bunch of “lanzones” fruit on branches. The fruit looks like air sacs of the lung.

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20120201-Random Notes

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Here are some old boring notes taken via the “Memo” app of my smart/cellphone:

2012/02/01 12:42. We were listening to our local radio and en route to Costco to buy chicken for tomorrow’s porridge. I then created this poem about how “negative psychology” works to fool and deceive people into voting for an unlikely POTUS, such as Mittens, who was thought to be a Martian as per a contributor last night on CNN with Wolf Blitzer:

Mirror magic, reversal spells…
Make believe that everything’s well…

2012/02/01 11:48. Yesterday after coming from Maw’s orthopedic doctor, I was demonstrating to Paw how to avoid running over the reflective dots on southbound HWY 101. So today, I had another imagery of how manhole covers were like land mines and to keep the shock absorbers/tires/wheels of the vehicle, it would be better to “straddle” these road bumps and cut the noise factor inside the car.

2012/02/01 11:42. En route to Hancock Fabrics, I had a thought about how computers are mass-produced. The hardware is the same (per make/r and model) and the parts/accessories can be bought later on. Most computers come with pre-installed software. Like human, some can be cloned. It is what is part of the memory drive (sensory in/output of images, audio and video) that really defines the person unit as unique. Everything else is temporary.

2012/02/01 11:27. At 10:46am, I opened the garage door, put on Paw’s oversized slipper, walked from inside the garage to the driveway where my car was parked behind his Mazda protegé. Just before I stepped on the driveway, the divorced nutter had backed out her maroon-colored, Dodge caravan. She demoniacal possessed entity looked straight into my direction and I “picked-up” sensed that she didn’t recognize me with my shortest hair-do EVER. To the SJPD and pals, when is she going away forever? Can you people ship her back to the Philippines and lock her up in a padded room somewhere away from civilization?

2012/02/01 07:38. Everyday, Maw would criticize. This morning was no different. Paw was her target this time. I thought aloud in poetry as said:


“Stop talking, start walking.
Stop thinking, start blinking.”

2012/02/01 07:28. Yesterday’s Gospel brought to my mind about how people must try to understand what makes God happy, sad or angry. That’s where bad news reaches God as a person. In today’s Gospel, the Lord was sorry to have fulfilled the three day pestilence upon King David. I see now how a choice for three years of famine happens elswhere while another choice for three months of war is fulfilled elsewhere.

2012/01/31 14:29. On Monday during lunch, Maw and the boy were talking about how soldiers were shown urinating on the bodies of dead Taliban. They justified their approval of this action/behavior based on the savage treatment of the fallen soldier/s from the helicopter in Mogadishu by BLACK people.

I also felt disgusted over the concept of revenge, especially how the Japanese believe in killing their enemies. This was during World War Two. The boy told of a Japanese pilot. The injured leader of his squadron was being treated by a Filipino nurse, who told the murderer that she forgave the Japanese who slaughtered her WHOLE family.

The Japanese leader of his “banzai” squadron learned of the Bible/Chirstianity — forgiveness, love, faith and hope. He became and evangelist in redemption for his sins against humanity.

2012/01/31 14:29. On Monday during lunch. the boy said he doesn’t care about the animals over the pipeline between the U.S. and Canada, who are now trading oil with China. His lunch visit was from 12:22 to about 13:08.

2012/01/31 12:58. While trying to upload media into Picasa and documents into my Google account and while Paw helped Maw with cleaning out her six geranium hanging plants, we heard sirens. The neighbor across but adjacent from us had the ambulance and the fire truck.

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EMS and SJFD

2012/01/31 12:41. I saw the same male black bird sitting on the same branch of our plum tree.

2012/01/31 07:57. I saw the Shroud of “Turin” and though of a Filipino dessert called “turon”! It’s a LONG, deep-fried wrapper of banana plantain.

2012/01/31 07:43. Last night, I searched in the closet of the computer room and found three potential pillow to use. I found one of two similar pillow, which was low enough to keep my neck aligned with my back; yet high enough to keep fluids/post nasal drips from going inside my lungs. The following morning, I felt great! So for those who have UPPER respiratory problems, choose the correct pillow for your neck design!!!

2012/01/30 23:30. While watching Greta on FoxNews and while massaging Maw’s painful shoulders and neck, I noticed four vertical figures designed on the “right” side of the old wooden dresser cabinet.

2012/01/30 23:02. Prior to tucking Maw in for the night, she told me of how the Chinese do NOT pronounce the letter “R” but slur the letter as “L”. For example, a worker told the staff: “Scotty Ballet thlow up in the loom.”

201/01/30 18:55. During dinner, Maw told of Sheila, a daughter of Bella. The mother said Sheila was normal at first. Then she noticed that the daughter was just sitting down and not saying a word. Bella then ask her husband about any inherited trait, which he admitted runs in his family. So folks: That’s why you have to find out more about your mate before you breed in bad traits into your children/descendant or you all will suffer! That’s what the Bible means by being merciful, not murderous!

2012/01/30 16:41. I noticed a blue CalTran vehicle take off from its parked location upon our arrival.

2012/01/30 11:17. After visiting Maw’s former/old orthopedic surgeon, we traveled northbound on Grant Road, I noticed a green-painted tower hidden among tall trees between Portland and Bryant. Upon passing to its left, the static to our radio station was so loud! That area would be a good place to gift orgone. It’s such a nice place.

2012/01/30 11:15. After visiting Maw’s former/old orthopedic surgeon, we traveled due EAST on Portland to Grant Road. I noticed how cleanliness of the neighborhood. In front of each house and on the street, three colored-coded plastic carts were placed: black for garbage, blue for recyclable and green for organic. San Jose should have organics! But we don’t. We only have for garbage and recyclable.

2012/01/30 08:58. At 07:38 that morning, we noticed lots of vehicles at the corner of Hostetter and Four Oaks. There were two police cars with their flashing lights and one PG&E truck parked northbound. More vehicles of fire trucks had their lights flashing inside the residential neighborhood. There was a large crane, too.

2012/01/25 09:07. Per “Today’s question from CNN TalkBack”: “Do voters care if their next president is bi-partisan?” I care if they abolish tax and the immediate removal government, which doesn’t earn revenue any other way!

2012/01/13 14:41. I heard the crows barking like dogs as I drifted off to sleep for my mid-afternoon nap.

At TBH…

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You see, TBH is my home within a home, virtually another world created by my mind as a place to unload my trouble, aches and pains. Blogging has been like that for me, oh, since 2006. At first the feeling of great elation was to start a new project online, a task that I’ve never known would generate more subscribers, spam comments and total page viewss than my posts and pages combined. Funneled much energy, I discoverd WordPress.com and everything is history.

Fast forward five and one-half years and my past hurt feelings of odd memories are coming to a rest. As a result, my blogging sytle will “hitch a ride” on topics written by other bloggers. Stories will be told as best by my own life and those whom I’ve come to love or wish to have taken a train ride to the next town. The negativity will not be a profuse and biting but some residual stains of smokes and illusions will surface as a sort of reminder of how the dark side refuses to be pushed merely aside for the good of moving on with better things in life.

Like the hard wooden pew of our local parish, my metal folding chair serves as a place of comfort away from the bustle of the “outside” world. And curled onto my lap is my own puppy — small, soft, furry, cute and harmless. Yet when provoked, like any frightened animal, the once cuddly creature can bite back and bark, too. So it is with blogging. One moment it’s all nice and sweet. In the next turn, something hideous and heartbreaking comes out with fury. Writers know. But do monsters?