To Live Is To Exist : Existentialism. Surely A Realm To Our Senses.

 I LOVE MY WORK here at Blogger. Every minute of my day spend today or spent in the past  on creativity is worth more than bushels of wheat. Wheat and a wit? Add with extra sense of humor what can you get?

The above artwork also a digital paiting done years ago. Inspired by the first fireworks on Canada Day celebration in Robert V. Ostler Park and the result is a beautiful amazing fireworks. How lovely that it's only me who used to appreciate my own creativity. I could cry real tears when so many people are given eyes to see and vision to use them for the thing of beauty yet they always appreciate abstract and ugliness which they think is art.

With abstract paintings? You can have an elephant, a monkey and so many zoo animals to do it for you and probably they will do justice to paint an art that can be worth more than a thousand. But for somebody to buy it in million dollars? That's insanity dude!

To appreciate an artistic talent of another individual is to be an artist yourself. You have to be in the same field otherwise...it's a lost cause. It's a low cost turned locust. Lokos. Muchachos y locos. He he he.

I hate to write this one observation about group of people who always tell about lies to people who are not that beautiful and those group of people are being followed because they are very influential. They cannot see what is beautiful and what is ugly. That the most beautiful people lost their confidence and made themselves look ugly so that they too can be appreciated. Is that what your eyes for? How many good looking individuals and how many beautiful people in this world who had liposuction, face off, plastic surgery and have considered changing their face just to look ugly so that they can be pleasing and more than reliable for their judgment. An ugly is ugly and they have to do something to make themselves look pretty, stunning and beautiful with heart of gold. Beautiful people are beautiful when you see them in photographs or in person and they are beautiful because they have face that can launch thousand ships. Beautiful people always have beautiful heart. If they become ugly its because of what you have instilled into their memory, into their personality. Well I can't be a bully. I am just being honest. Truthful in words and in deeds. Nagpaparinig ba ako? Obviously may gusto akong patamaan. Kung tumama sya sa pader ok ba? Kung tumama sa lottery suerte nya.

 Can you read minds? Are you a palm reader? Once upon a time I had palm readers who looked and stared at my palms and revealed some intriguing futuristic realms and events and few of them are real and it happened already. However with my hands...with my own hands I drew some fascinating scenes and images from my own imagination and they all came true. I had dreams and wishes waiting to be fulfilled but God knows, only God knows when it will happen.

 I found this very beautiful feather striking rich color of turqoise, teal, sage and neon lime inside my son's drawer. Peacock's feather. Peacock's a stunning absolute perfection of great quality majestic bird, extra ordinary in its presence especially when peacock spreads its fan-like feathers as if on pageantry.

Together with this peacock's feather are the many art works made by my son Cade. I gathered all the drawings made done on oslo paper and hard surfaced paper, few arts done on canvas, and cartolina. I could only felt the happiness that every Mother should have in that moment and rejoiced that somehow there is that someone who appreciates my art by being one who deals with the same artistry and creativity. That's what I'm saying time and time again. Repetitious? Absolutely.

Definitely? That's for Britney.

Why the repetition?

Not that we all have to do our novena prayer here that never stop.

Later on while cleaning the drawer another art work I noticed is the art made by my daughter Tamara which is compared to a Mayan calendar. The hidden treasures in Mayan calendar and culture. What could be? Any idea?

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NOTE: The above story is real and the story of the "Moth and The Bumble Bee" is true as in literally. Real insects > bee and moth. If that happened to be true to your own life as another creature then you believe in existentialism. Life that never ends.

Is It A Miracle? Only God Knows.

One of my hundred to thousandth drawings > The Bee and the Butterfly. It is a simple digital painting done in my old computer Compaq using Windows 98. Wayback then to record data, photos, and digital paintings are done and  stored in floppy disks. How evolution of machines are in the speed of light? Expect the unexpected.

Bees and butterflies are garden friends not foes. These two are beautiful creatures of God and its splendor provides magical glorious miraculous spectrum of light and colors within our surrounding...within our environment. When we view them floating, flying and fluttering in the wind or flew from one flowers to another you and me can sense of nostalgic aura of immense sublime creationism. They are insects who propagate this world of us just like human beings. They gathered food even seek their food from as far as their wings can fly then go back home to deliver the fruit of their loom or labor to their family. They never stop working. They keep busy most of the time.

One day while I was busy cooking viand for our lunch in the kitchen I noticed a small bee that passed through the sliding glass door (french door actually) and it flew right there on the window front of our kitchen sink. It stayed for quite a while then flew closer to the food that I'm cooking in that particular time. There are other bees who came in and I was frantic trying to shoo them away. I hate bee stings or being bitten by a bee. Scary! I closed the french door after I finished the food that I cooked and went to continue my sewing work in the living room. When I returned to the kitchen I noticed the bee was on the window sill not moving. There is no movement whatsoever. Looks like it fell from the glass window and its now dead and dry because the window is really hot. The temperature that day was over 30 degrees celsius (centigrade). Real hot that you can see the heatwave. Can you see a heatwave on hot weather? I can.

I lifted the dead bee from the window sill to the counter beside the sink and watch it for a while. There's no movement for a given period of one minute to half an hour even additional hours. Sleeping not dead? I haven't seen a bee that sleeps. It's dead! With my magnifying lens checking if its breathing or not or any movement all ? None whatsoever!

Later in the afternoon my husband and my daughter went to the garden at Dad's house in the next three blocks from our house and harvested some vegetables: zucchini, swisschards, green beans and big head of cabbage. The biggest head of cabbage that I've ever seen. Took some souvenir photos and then left the garden and went back home to prepare dinner. After dinner as I want to retrieve something from the garage I almost step something on the stairs...there's a greyish moth on the stairs. I touched it and I knew it was alive because it moves. I brought the moth upstairs and placed it beside the bee, still on the counter beside the sink.

You know what happened?

You really, really want to know what happened?

Suddenly the lifeless dead body of the bee moves. It crawls. I couldn't believe what's happening right in that moment of awe and awakening. I first thought I was dreaming. How could a bee that's dry and lifeless for so many hours is now alive and moves. It moves slowly for a while and when I was about to touch it the bee finally regained its strenght and flew right out of the sliding glass door leaving behind the greyish brown moth.

You don't believe me? I myself couldn't believe what had just happened. It could be a transformation of another life.

Sublime? Who knows?!

When Is a Peach A Pitch?

 What an amazing peach almost like an apple. lol. It's likened to Mount Fuji as it is being compared to majestic perfect cone shaped Mayon Volcano. Twins? When I was young I looked at those volcanoes as ONE. They are just the same volcano but why the feature in photographs are different? Can Mayon be in Japan? It's in Naga (n0). Then I realized that maybe, maybe the front is Mayon and the back feature is Fuji. It could be photoshopped. But why? Then peaches or nectarines and apples...look at the similarities. Outside not inside. Can a person be different in features in photographs and in person? The answer is absolutely. How to unmask a person takes so many important ways but why you have to resort to that fact-finding? Why be intrigue with the nature of finding who you are and what you are and what you're here for? Only the fact finding board or those who are working in the search and rescue, police and armed forces have the reasons to do that kind of work. Include the IRS, FBI and CIA. Nowadays people search and discover ancestors through that genealogy society for their family tree.

Each one of us discover and has discovered >" who do you think you are" questioning each other's personalities, who are you, what are you doing, what else you want kind of system bugging and snooping. Each blogger or writers are meticulous in knowing what others are doing. When I first blog I don't worry about other blogwriters. My only sense in this networld is my own capacity to understand my needs to write and blogpost my creative arts: drawing, photography, cooking my favorite food, blogpost my chores, my task and my love for any thing that fills my mind. When my mind overflows with data then it's time to surround myself and get drowned to the data here at my blogs. Sure it's nice to read other bloggers and authors of books who are more than creative in their chosen profession. Good for them if they are paid. Do they receive freebies? What kind of freebies? Too nosey to ask eh? She asked. I asked. Is that a big problem?

 Do I receive freebies and free stuff? Looking at the food that I cooked. Looking at all the groceries we BOUGHT from the supermarket. They are all PAID with our debit cards. Sometimes we used cash to buy groceries. There's no freebies. There are supermarket that offered free coupons to help you pay only half or discounted price items to help consumers. Other supermarket like Superstore give gift card worth $25 if your grocery receipt reached $250. Or sometimes you get free one liter gas from their gas station.

 It is not from blogging that you receive freebies. You get certain amount of points from grocery stores and you can redeemed them and get free stuff from that store. Let say you get a box of chicken wings or a turkey. However that Malaysian hot chicken wings marinated with lots of grounded garlic and ginger is not free. My family loved it.

 When I feel like my blood is boiling and over the top due to many unscrupulous naughty bloggers it's time to cook bittermelon. That wrinkly green vegetable surely will lower my high blood pressure.

 Special rice cake (biko) with caramel cheese topping. Great for dessert.

 The last of the giant bean seeds. All giant greens been harvested this year and hopefully Lorne can plant them at the garden next year and will yield thousands more...

 I first thought that's the last but "may pahabol pa pala" so heto last na talaga itong giant bean seeds na ito and they are bigger than previous ones and from last year. Some of these seeds measure 4 cm. to 4.2 cms. Wow!

Okay don't have to cover your nose. I know the house smells fishy. I love smoked salmons. Lorne left the uncovered salmons in the kitchen because it was too hot to be sealed right away. So the smell of smokey is all over the place. Vacuumed sealed them one by one and they are ready for Thanksgiving Day.

Conflict Of Interest

I should have blogpost the PERSON OF INTEREST television series starring Jim Caviezel (John Reese,  covert CIA agent and once a US Army - missing in action) and Michael Emerson (Harold Finch) the duo who would like to rule the world in a very elaborate significant way to eliminate crime before it happen. Hmm, just like the movie MINORITY REPORT. The other night's episode surely made me a viewer. Usually I only want to see the very first five minute run and then off to sleep because that TV show or program is broadcast late at night. Harold is wealthy genius who invented the machine that spies eveyone, anybody who are within the area where the spy cam is installed. Every human being being seen or watched by the machine had that "special box frame" on their head, on their face to identify them. Sure this is good for security reasons as long as the machine is program to be sort of saintly in its motive not evil wicked machine. However it's a machine and it can be breached or programmed by people who will use it just like computers being used by different people by different hands with brains. Even without brains but if you have hands you can touch the machine and send any data. Machines are not people, not a person. It has no will power. It has no power to think. It is PROGRAMMED to do its task. Once it's cut off from the power supply called electricity it's gone unless of course if you have a generator powered with gas or battery operated machines and device.

So the series went on to do justice to help find what they need to find. The rich scientist was able to send messages to the covert agent Jim Caviezel to protect the woman who is in her portrayal as a psychiatrist. In the end of this episode turned out the psychiatrist is no ordinary woman. Topsy- turvy kind of mess, conflict and complications brought this kind of siege that cut the power off the whole city, the FBI was called to help, there are CIA and infiltrators combined battling each other who is and should maintain peace and order and who the agents they will have to follow. Complicated? Who the real boss? No doubt that this mindboggling story is a JJ Abrams and was responsible for the longest psycho thriller LOST, Alcatraz, Revolution, Fringe and Undercover not to mention Tom Cruise's Mission Impossible and Cloverfield.

Well dude, when wealthy genius becomes evil or genius wealthy good fellow becomes uncontrolled and over powering territory of others what do you think will happen?

Oh let say the duo Caviezel and Emerson are for the good of the earth kind of guys not badguys then but because they worked in disguise as if they are Batman and Robin so what now? Hate Danny de Vito for being so freakishly scary in his penguin costume and what to do with those millions of penguins running loose in the Gotham city?

What Batman, Robin and Penguins got to do with it? Dude, I happened to watch Adam Sandler via > Billy Madison and his comedy is contagious. He was well loved by those people for being "slow."

People will love you for being slow but they will hate you for being smart. How's that? That appeals to you?

Right...In My Own Time

I was mopping the wood floor of the kitchen when suddenly I noticed a guy outside, at the backyard roaming the area as if looking for something. What is he in search of? Who is that man in black shirt? Who is he and what is he doing in that time and what is his right why is he in the vicinity right there in the house we are renting. I couldn't say this house belongs to me because it's owned by somebody else but for God sake we are RENTING this house. The man of this house pays the rent on time. As a matter of fact the house is paid for the first seven months in advance when we moved here from A. Drive. We are good renters as a matter of fact (again) the husband who cannot make up his mind is a townhouse landlord and knows what tenancy act is and should know his right as my rights too. But with this stranger at the backyard being a psycho there makes me quiver and yet I opened the back door and questioned him. You know what that guy said? He was looking for a "box" of somekind. Then questioned me if I work here which I replied that I live here in this house. I couldn't say this is my home because it's owned by another person and its being rented by the "man" here. See I cannot even figure who that person is and what's his name because they don't like being named or included in my blog. Would you believe that? After I've been blogging here for years!!!!!

That's what it is if you cannot assume that the property belongs to you nor you can assume that your kids are yours, or that husband is your husband somebody else would like that family. So this goes with the house too. Weird?! Totally!

There are too many problems like this in Canada and the United States but mostly problems in Canada that's why kids here are segregated during the "time" when the Duplessis are put into the asylum and were then brainwashed and loaded with all the multiple therapy of shoving pills after pills and that made them sue the goevrnment of Canada. Years after.

We reside in this rented house for over a year now. I managed to clean the house everyday make sure its clean and in order more cleaning when the owner had this house in the market via realty management and its FOR SALE! It's in the local newspaper where the public can see it and can be viwed by would be buyers accompanied by the realtors. What I cannot believe is other realty management can view it too bringing new people to view the place. What's freaking me out is people coming in and going without us here inside the house where the household furniture, appliances and all our good paraphernalias (documents), are widely OPEN for viewing by these people who are strangers. From what I heard the renters can stay inside the house while those realtors and buyers can view the house, the rooms...because you know whatever is missing you think the realtor can be held accountable for what's missing in this house? Can that realtor have sharp watchful eye to observe if those would be buyers are honest to goodness real buyer or just spies and kleptos? What could be. Pardon me for my blunt language but in today's world you have to be wary, worried about so many unscrupulous personalities out there. I know myself to being the most watchful keen observant of what really is wrong. I should study sociology rather psychology but really let's face is that man who just arrived at the backyard like "feeling innocent when caught and has the guts to question me about me being here in this house is the total definition of a man who has problem with his mind." I'm the one inside this house cleaning, house keeping and I live here. That psychotic man is out of his world and he doesn't know what he is doing. I kind of think that's how I described the man when he questioned me. I should have called the police.

Later, at the front door, a middle aged woman knocked at the door and she said she's a realtor and she and another woman with her and that man > the stranger arrived earlier than what they supposed to. They are not from the same realty management who signed up with the owner to represent the house. Unprofessional?! They arrived early not at the time that was agreed upon by the man of this house. This is Canada. I am in Canada and when you are in Canada you should have the courtesy to call us in advance if you want to drop by, visit or view the house. We don't open doors to people we don't know. Even the R.C.M.P. always keep us inform on this kind of anomaly. They keep us safe to protect our rights from intruders. I know my right and I know they are behind me through this if not it's the Armed Forces I have to call.

Why I am so irritated and so furious? Dude you don't know what's happening here in Canada. You don't have any idea how much torment, torture and humiliation I encountered from Canadians. You wont believe how many documentations Rizal got from these nasty people and they seem to repeat these nasty behaviour and wicked attitude  all over again...in my time.

Oh my GOD!!!!!!!!!!You know what? I want my blogs in the old blog format not this kind of new format that is annoyingly awkward. Not that I don't want to learn a new style of blogging in this new platform but because this one is pretty boring. There's no sign or symbol of rocket blasting off here. That's why I tried to reformat it back to the old style and then suddenly it's now reformat into this new platform. I KNOW that this blog THE CONSCIOUS MIND belongs to me not the people who add me to their blogs. Somehow this "blogger named ...hmmm...initials only KB think that it belongs to her. Really?

Did you know that I once read in a book dunno if its certified but autistic people or those kids with autism will resort to having or owning anything that they touched. Well that stupid information is wrong. My daughter is also autistic and my daughter can follow rules and codes. Meaning even if she's autistic she knows what is right and wrong. Would you like to know that I AM ALSO AUTISTIC?

WISDOM is not only for Solomon. Wisdom is for human beings that knew  the truth and discerns what is false. Wisdom, wisdom, wisdom. Dude it's not wisdom tooth that you save under your pillow so that your parents will give you a gift in the morning. Oopsi, your tooth fairy not your parents. Heh. Hahahahaha.

Enough of your drama people even Santa Claus is not real although I have to believe in Santa because I usually get gifts every now and then. It's great to be a child at heart, an old woman with the heart of a child is gifted and a gift to others because that means there's no grumpy out here.

It's not halloween time yet nor thanksgiving day and still not Christmas day but I'd like to think that it's always a gift-giving time. Yeah, for the wealthy the giver and the poor and have - nots whose got nothing deserved to receive something especially if their deeds are worthy.

I think have to blog more often because the pioneers of the blogging community have their blogs suspended. I don't know why. Then another blogger that I frequently visit whose blog was given a tag  DOD Error 404. Uhm why? Some blogs were named or labeled "fraud." Why? Because they solicit money? Or it's under Pay PAL? What could be the reason? In my own story or situation another blogger or hacker hacked the system and trying enthusiastically to infiltrate the blogs so that they can have access and thus benefit from all the blogs. Bad. Real bad!

I would like to be a sleuth or investigator to decipher this anomaly. Something new to discover aside from all the ghosts of yesteryears, from the past. Or just get busy on who's in and who's out passing through the door, passing through the narrow gate and those who trespassed against me and against my family.

Do I need to say a prayer or make a new prayer that will last a thousand year? Ah, let the old prayer answers for itself.

~evjvt2012~

At Wit's End

I used to write "randomly" without script. I can blogpost without any written note it's all come from my mind. In other words whatever that pleases me to say in that particular time without inhibition or as the saying goes "whatever and whoever may care." Others may have the agenda in mind long time ago and it's written on their wall, notebook, or any piece of paper so that they wont forget or miss anything that they need to discuss. Well I was like that too, always with a plan. However there are times when there are more important things and stuff that need to be addressed first and foremost. Value the time, effort and what is more important.

As a blogger everything is important otherwise what's the use of being a blogger, right? Why you need to be here blogging for...what?

I think have discussed so much of the reasons why I'm here. Blogging is important to me because it works for me as a occupational therapy. While so many of us go shop until they dropped because that's the kind of therapy for them. Costly! Others work-out in a gym and pay hefty sum of money. There are few people I know their therapy is to be in another island home away from home living in frugal way and spending so much money but it's not their fault but the fault of the therapist and their manipulators. Now there 'ya go what I have written will soon backfire because it is thought provoking. Yet that's what we all have to be here in the net.

NET!!!!!! Internet is a NET. It should be a safety net but there are too many predators and anonymous bystanders willing to devour you anytime, anywhere. OMG! What the big elephants are doing? What the fiercely crocodile have to do? That's how are we the bloggers are represented.

I could go on and on write about my family, my very precious children, my loving and caring husband, my dear parents, brothers and sister including their families and not to mention my whole clan but I don't think they want to be a part of my story. Rest assured that they value their privacy. I respect their opinion and privacy. Clash of the antagonist, protagonist, optimistic, skeptics, and what have you got? It's up to them...I will write my own story without them and I will have an imaginary friends and imaginary family. Is that right? Do you think it's better that way? I know there are families out there who are willing to pose as my "own family." I'm waiting for your comments.

What could be the best solution? Have imaginary world and imaginary home? Imagine that there is no truth. It's all about imagination, fairy tales and fantasy. Lastly to have a HAPPY ENDING.

Then thinking the Lord's prayer which says, "THE WORLD WITHOUT END..."

WIThout End.

Time For Reflections

 After being busy with my usual household chores: house cleaning, laundry, cooking and whatever that keeps me busy it's time for some good grooming. However it seems no matter how much make over still is not easy to change the time, the age or years added to my face.

Or is it because I was over fatigue? Over work? Ha ha haha ha! I know every woman I know will conclude that when your overworked it's like no amount of make up can cover your face. Your eye bags, eye lines so prominent to be seen and enough to be erased. Anyway, what to do with our face? When you are a middle aged woman it will really show. Besides, having children, I mean,  teens > age 19 and 18 surely you have to grow old. Growing old is not optional, actually it is mandatory there is no such thing as the Benjamin Button story here. That's fantasy and myth not reality. Wouldn't it be nice if there is...then after that there was a loud bang of thunder as if something has exploded from above. Roar of thunder and lightning!!!! Shocking! My house is full of mirrors. OMG!!!!!!It's true! What I am writing here is the truth. Okay if you don't believe me then...let say it's just 99% truth and one percent white lies. Oh shocks!! Absurd and awkward. Nobody wants somebody telling the truth because it's sacrilegious. Too many weird people in this world that NOTHING or NO WORD is deem PERFECT. I hope that they should be awaken soon by another phenomenon. They need one supernatural experience to wake up.

 Who cares about growing old? What's wrong is growing younger while your kids are growing older? There that's what so wrong!

 Let us all admit that we are all young once and we had so much fun. Childhood is for the young ones and being old is being mature.

 Now I'm going back to being the dometic diva no matter what.

 For the meantime I'll be daydreaming again.

Well, only for the time being ...

 Take a seat, take little more time, say cheese and smile to my loving daughter whose patience is caught in uncompromising situation. So after these photo ops shoot I'll be back to normal daily chores. Thank you my dearest daughter Tamara for taking photographs of your Mommy because she can't always face the mirror and take pictures of her from there.

How I wish I'm still this young and cute 6 years ago. Anyway art is long, time is short and life is a bit boring and fascinating at the same time.

Okay I'll be the cook once again.

I don't mind and I don't care.

Lunchtime at 12:00 noon.

If it's at 1:00 pm it's time to throw the clock!

Looking For Breakfast?

My favorite breakfast is the Tim Horton's variety of doughnuts, cream puffs, and all the sweets they have including muffins and bagels. Add refreshing hot java is great!

 Then if I'm in the good mood to cook in the early morn before sunrise I prefer the usual fried rice and seafood omelette or sunshine eggs with pan fried potato. Darn! I missed the "tuyo", daing and pandesal.

 Whenever I had that big meal at supper time, the next morning I would rather have just a fresh glass of milk. Or just a cup of hot tea or coffee with milk.

 Or when I'm in the best mood I will bake home made muffins, the blueberry flavor, my favorite of course.

 Do I like fresh fruits early morning? Not that I know of but you know what it's good for you. A healthy dose of fruits every morning is a healthy choice.

I used to bake cakes, muffins, cupcakes and coffee cake...before! But having them every week is like having pounds added to my weight. I ballooned like Violet. lol

Once in a while I cooked biko or sweet sticky rice cake and I have it for breakfast. Great!!

Lately, it's best to just have hot brewed coffee with milk and a piece of bread with butter. That's if I want to stay slim and fit. So, what is your breakfast? Did you have breakfast today?

 Would it be nice to have lunch and dinner at the finest restaurant? All you need to do is wear your best dress and shoes, drive to that place, wait to be served at the table and watched your table manners.

Once in a month we have to go to the restaurant, fastfood or have a pizza delivery just to change our views about food. That's when I get so tired and bored and ...lazy to cook. Lazy's not the right word because I am not lazy. It doesn't fit my personality. I don't mind cooking and or planning of cooking and the stressful preparation. I love to cook!

I showed hubby a simple computation if ever we decide to have our lunch and dinner at the nearest local restaurant. How much he'll save from having to stay at home and have the family's meal. Then how much tip he gives the waitress. Tip Savings: $672/month. Imagine? Then computation of how much money is spent for groceries if we have our meals at home without going at the restaurant. Even if you double the amount of spending for groceries still is there's big amount of savings. Now you have to thank your MOM for having to suffer in the preparation and cooking, dishwashing, cleaning the pots and pans, cutleries, knives, and the kitchen.

There's a lot of work at the kitchen. People seemed not bother at all. They only see the food on the table, on the counter.

Sometimes MOTHER needs to be given that self importance, respect and gratitude. Saying thank you means a lot too, you know.

There, even Snoopy is hungry. Dogs are thankful too when they are fed with good food.

However, gourmet food is sometimes great maybe every two months or when the occasion calls for then it's best to visit our favorite restaurant.

Ask a chimpanzee to operate a computer or a laptop. Then ask the chimpanzee to KNOCK at the door or choose to PUSH THE BUTTON of the DOOR BELL. You'll be shocked at the result.

Then try the test to children. You'll be amazed of the result also.

You let children learned to push buttons for answers and that's what they are going to do at school. They will no longer think because all the answers are within reach. They might even reply to you that they don't need to go to school because they know almost everything through the help of computer and laptop, including netbook or electronic notebook. What burden it will bring to these new age school kids will forever be the source of headaches and migraines for parents and teachers. The effect will be devastating and the whole world will end up like New York. There'll be a "cloverleaf" effect once again and the whole earth will be field of filthy garbage because once kids learned the new tech you the parents will forever be their servants. Not to mention the kids are your master and you are the slaves. Let me tell you that it's okay to be slaves to your kids at a certain age. But once they reached that age when they are old enough at least 18 years of age or at age 21 they should be able to be independent. There are teenagers who are responsible enough to work with pay. There are schools who taught these kids to find work at age 17 to 18. That's the American or Canadian way. So unlikely Filipinos when some of them already reached 30 to 50 yet they still are too dependent to their parents.

I'll be working again without pay because there will be millions of thieves stealing what I have written here. Just this afternoon a television show had stolen the idea. What a life!

Where's the best place to live on earth?

Because of this paranoia that the Philippines is over populated. People are afraid to live and stay in a country where too much technology is rampant. Yes they use blackboard, chalk and eraser + paper, pen and pencil in the Philippines. But once the claws of the devil reached even the farthest corners of that country then you bet lost of garbage again and you the old people will be collecting them. Until now the country is full of garbage, mountain of garbage waiting for help through prayers. People believe that prayers can heal all wounds and can clean the dirt and most of all can dump the garbage in proper way. Prayers are answered by the parish priests by asking donations in terms of money because they have problems too. They have to pay their rent at the church and the maintenance of the church is paid in money, cash or cheque. Then the people asked GOD and God answered "GOD HELP THOSE WHO HELPED THEMSELVES.

Arroyo once said, " Basura mo, linisin mo." Tutuo naman. Yung basura mo sa harap ng bahay mo ay linisin mo pati na yung basura sa loob ng bahay mo. Yun ba ang ikinagalit ng mga tao kay Ate Glo?

Then there's one guy who knew how to handle it precisely and innovatively just like Hitler. Each one of these kids will be embedded with micro chip tag and if they don't follow the headmaster's order then they have to suffer from consequences. Hmm, sounds to good to be true also but wait...THAT's WHAT REALLY HAPPENED DURING WORLD WAR II and under the NAZI REGIME. Could it happen again this time?

Let me change the subject:

Micro chip in your spinal cord? Do you have epidural? Is your child autistic? I once read in Newsweek magazine about such thing. The MIND INSTITUTE are looking for those pregnant MOTHERs who's been   administered with epidural during the labor process. Is that the cause of autism? If it's the truth then those mother and children who suffered enough  should benefit from the many ill-effects of epidural and AUTISM.

When Things Get So Complicated Ask Einstein

 When things get so complicated and it's difficult to explain the unexplainable then focus and concentrate, study and made a thorough research. Take it from Isaac Newton and Albert Einstein. These two remarkable genius, physicists who were ridiculed at a very young age because they were "dull." How could they be so wrong? Not because young minds are so quiet, never made a point to reason out and fight for their own rights as individuals, not because these two people are disliked by their peers in those period of time when only the rich and famous have the financial capability to do anything and get the education they need. When only the "can affords" are allowed to have education. And when you are not educated you are dull and dimwitted. So we'll have to add the former President Abraham Lincoln who became the United States President. This man lack the financial means to enroll in Harvard, Oxford or Cambridge but he knows how to read. He spent most of his time reading, studying inside the library. No educational certification and what happened through long years of study made him a president. Newton and Einstein did the same kind of pursuit. LEARNING THROUGH READING. When you read and you know how to comprehend, meaning you understand every words, every syllables, word for word, literally or unilateral most of all if you can figure out numbers in words you have mastered a unique language formation that every computer can tackle with in a given period of time.

Using computer is simple. The solution is simple. It doesn't need to be complicated. When it gets so complicated somebody out there made it hard for an evil soul to get the true meaning.

You want to steal what I have solved?

YOU CAN'T. Know why?

Here's the answer. Long time ago the chip is so big it only applied to the big radio and huge computer at the Central Processing Unit. Then it gets so tiny, smaller than the paper clip. As time goes by, the photo above will tell you that the micro chip can fit in to the eye of the needle. That's how small, that's how tiny the chip is.

Later on as the world progressed in matters of speed of light, that tiny micro-chip is now as thin tiny micro chip that can fit in through a small pill. It can even be inside a syringe, a needle that can be pricked through your skin through your veins and then down the stream of your blood. How far it travels? You and I may never know. It depends on its function. What kind of function?

Some complicated micro chips are used in modern technology. With these chips disabled people can function normally just like other normal people do. The blinds can see, people with cerebral palsy, people who were in coma or has been paralyzed can able to move and be cured. Communications will be easier and most of all even animals will be able to talk just like humans. And that's where the problem is. We're all gonna end up vegetarians.


Photo source above: The New College Encyclopedia

 Finally my order from Avon has arrived. I usually pay Lil on COD basis. The  tote bag is cute and handy. Maybe I could make a pattern for this kind of fabulous bag. Really nice ha. I first thought it was made of canvas or paper straw but it's made of some kind of plastic straw...anyway I love it.

I'll be happy again having 48 pcs. of battery for my digital camera. Thanks hubby! You make my day. lol. My Canon digital camera uses too much batteries. You know how much batteries nowadays? Costly! I'm glad that there are "sale" on some stores here in the city where I live or else I don't know how unhappy I'll become if I will wait not to use my camera. My camera is already a second eye to me. Right that's crazy! Are you not?

Beyond Comprehension?

So as I told you before that there are so many people who came here at the house and one of them I overheard what she said, " Oh, I didn't believe you at first." " I'm sorry!"

 Wow! What was she thinking? Anyway she is probably taking down notes and when she found that her mistrust over issues contradict her thoughts. It's okay everyone's entitled to their own opinion. I for one thing doesn't believe that lady. Like portraying she's that blind but she's driving!!!!! FGS! Who would you like to kill? Blind people should not drive a vehicle. Please be conscientious if you have a conscience. Unless of course your vehicle is equipped with robotic eyes that can see the coming and going of vehicles, pedestrians, and anything that moves on the road, streets and highways. But what if the machine failed? Then let me tell you about this there are human beings who have 20/20 vision and their normal eyesight doesn't mean they are perfectly great when it comes to driving. But for a blind woman to drive? Give me a break!

I am not insulting you. I am worried about the people who will end up victim. This is so true with cooking. No blind should ever cook. Try other kind of profession. We all try or tried to be of help to anybody so that we wont be a burden to society however cooking is meticulously for people with good eyesight. Although if you don't have any caregiver to look after you then it's a must for you to cook your own food. Your own food. I know my words are hurtful but we need to save people from falling victims to such kind of "trend of being so kind showing empathy and sympathy for people with disability. However we have to sympathize with people who will be victims to that kind of system. Hope this message can be of great HELP.

I love to drive too. I know I can be a good driver however I have problem too with vision. It's either I'm colorblind or there are times that my vision gets blurry and one time for no apparent reason I can't see anything as if something has blocked my vision and it's all black I'm seeing. Darkness suddenly enveloped me and the whole surrounding and I can't see anything. How the hell the horizon turned so dark and void like as if its night time at 4:00 pm? That can't be happening right? Unless of course there is that solar eclipse. But no solar eclipse. Did they change the ligh bulb up there? Did they accidentally OFF the switch? Did the battery runs out of power? Or somebody shoot a power laser and I had a mild stroke and can't see anything at Albatross street? What's up there anyway? Is there a tunnel underneath that area? What could be? What kind of message it sends me? Was I warped for the split 15 seconds of darkness somewhere and then back to life on earth?

I don't know the answer to that. I have so many answers to many inquiries in the field of science, astronomy, politics, psychology and economics, but that total darkness in matters of 15 seconds or more is beyond my comprehension. Then seeing dead people being alive is also beyond my comprehension. To comprehend, to understand what is brought before me in times when no one believed me is absurd and I want this one of a kind experience to be experienced by people who don't believe so that they can be a witness to life's spectacles. I cannot be the only one to explain such thing. I can't be the only one being laughed at and ridiculed.