… so the next time i talk about rice cakes on the telephone one day, THEN later that same day a woman carries around some rice cakes beside her cheek in a grocery store AND the next day my phone line cuts off when i say “rice cakes” to the person i’m talking to, i’ll be thinking of my x-military boyfriend, AND the prison guard i hung out with in white rock, and equally his girlfriend, and all the others that lied to me and laughed at me and unlawfully invaded my privacy, and i’ll be thinking about my home town, and the distorted events that were unlawfully presented to me there as well … that’s a promise! OR maybe i’ll be so wrapped up in my future that i might not have time to waste thinking of the past at that moment LOL

since january of 2007 (longueuil, qc), i have had a weird painful sensation in the brain part of my head (not like a headache), and sometimes a tickling sensation, with accompanying intermittent dizziness, a strange slightly awakening head sensation when i begin to fall asleep, and i also hear a buzzing noise that’s there 99.9% of the time since january of 2007. other symptoms are:

1 ) dizziness and sudden, erratic, severe heart palpitations that happen all over the place, anywhere, anytime, doing nothing specific, since dec. 31, 2004. my first isolated heart palpitation at midnight on new years eve, in the presence of “burnaby boyfriend”, while he asked me why my heart was pounding while giving me a new year’s eve hug and kiss (dec. 31, 2004, burnaby, bc) … see below: my mom’s symptoms

2 ) half of face feeling numb after i had been re-installing system software on my laptop (december 2006, longueuil, qc)

3 ) no sensation of shivering in very very cold winter weather outside as i went to a shopping mall (january 2007, longueuil, qc)

4 ) awoken once from seemingly electric shocks up my back (from lower back to upper back) (february 2007, longueuil, qc)

5 ) severe memory loss (since at least 1998 to 2009, longueuil, qc, white rock, bc, longueuil, qc, surrey bc)

6 ) many sudden and erratic heart palpitations all over the place, anywhere, anytime, nothing specific (while moving, 2006, white rock, bc; longueuil, qc; surrey, bc)

7 ) momentary severe sensation of lungs collapsing at a public library while waiting to sign in for internet access, i could not breathe for about 30 seconds (longueuil, qc)

8 ) irregular hair loss on arms (patchy growth), noticeable hair growth reduction on legs (since january 2007, qc and bc)

9 ) has/had boils on my buttocks (mid-april 2005, white rock, bc) … see below: my mom’s symptoms

10 ) throbbing sensation all over body…head, neck, chest, clitoral area, legs (2006 to 2007, longueuil and lac brome, qc,; 2007 to 2009, surrey, bc)

11 ) sudden skin rash on two hands in identically same place, supposedly soriasis (following bowling evening) dr says it is not caused from my bowling evening, and says it is not contagious, cream prescribed. i still have rash on right hand index on march of 2009 (february 2009, surrey, bc)

MY MOM’S SYMPTOMS (she’s 88 years old)

1 ) my mother has/had boils on buttocks (2005, 2006, longueuil, qc)

2 ) mother has had severe persistent general skin rash in the past (longueuil, qc) and again, now, appearing only on the upper part of her chest and lower neck extending to the upper part of her both arms, like a wide path across her upper body. (lingering since at lease 2005, longueuil, qc)

3 ) mother has had severe loss of vocal strength exactly since the day my father died (longueuil, qc)

4 ) mother has had dizziness and severe heart palpitations since 2005, exclusively when she prepares to leave her home for any reason (example: preparing to wash herself, to prepare for an outing, stepping outside to do light yard work) —— she takes an aspirin and it dissipates generally within 2 minutes. (longueuil, qc)

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btw, in march 2006 (approx) in longueuil, as i was awaiting my order at a fast-food restaurant, a stranger asked me questions seemingly pertaining to my recent online activity. i wasn’t answering him at first, and he asked me to play along with him with a conversation. he eventually said to me in french “just take care of yourself, you’ll be o.k.”.

does anyone really think that i’ll be o.k. when these symptoms are not stopping ?????????? i really don’t think my body will be o.k.

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this post may be updated

btw, this reminds me of my business website, same repeated activity of change. i used to always have to log in to my business website hosted by a huge company in eastern canada, and i would always have to modify my email security settings……i was always getting spam for some reason…….dah! my spam controls were always appearing turned off, some time after i would turn them on…AND no resolution when i reported the errors, over and over again……..nah! no magic happenin’ here

since october of 2008, my mom terminated her satellite cable subscription and never renewed with any cable company since then … she just turned off tv completely, not even watching local tv stations … hmmmm i guess that’s her “choice”? i don’t blame her, she had so many oddities happening…her tv would just go off after certain programmed shows. we would be watching satellite tv, and the tv would just go off. we complained many times to the satellite tv company, and nothing would explain why this would happen. she even had opportunity to try another electronic box to see if it was the problem, and she received a new electronic box, and then was totally refusing to try it out to resolve the problem…this was just plain weird, and I COULDN’T impose, it was her house … she was almost robotic with her decision-making. she didn’t give a reason, she just said it, and THAT WAS THAT ! nothing logical and everything illogical about it … weird ?

ps: i still don’t believe that the wire just came off the pole by itself, especially when it happened during the night. other strange changes have been made to her property, like changing the linkage of her car tempo assembly……THAT i saw with my own eyes during the winter i stayed at my mom’s, and I MYSELF corrected the linkage…ain’t no magic happenin’

ps: do u think i mean hotmail, facebook, twitter, and plenty of fish ? i shall not divulge…my lips are sealed

saturday – march 21 – 2009 – i got invited to go to a pub i’ve never been to, by this nice new man i met last wednesday @ line dancing. the evening was pretty ok…our table was in the corner of the room, high on an elevated platform, right beside the nice karaoké girl. the evening was pretty normal, i was surrounded by a lot of nice people, about 8 to 10 nice normal people around me…there was only 2 things that were odd about the evening……

1) two men sitting @ a table, were going out of their way to stare at me. i asked my friend if he knew them, and he said that they were definitely new people in the pub, he had never seen them there before…my friend is a regular customer, and he would know.

2) i danced only once down on the dance floor, and this girl came swiftly out of the crowd and pointed once to me to the beat of the music, and then high-kicked at me once to the beat of the music. i laughed it off, but i had a guy high-kick at me at the gym a few weeks ago. out of nowhere, i’m heading toward the water fountain after cleaning my tread-mill, and there he was with one swift kick high up in the air in the pathway of the machines…not the most common or safe place to be high-kicking in the gym…u think?

ps: i have previously had an odd scenario at the gym when i first started going to that gym. i was doin’ my tread-mill thing, and i went down to the locker room to write down my time spent on the treadmill. well, here was a woman (i will call her miss mirror) that followed me down to the locker room, and then mirrored what i was doing. mirrored as in, she was doing everything that i was doing, but in her own little space. and may i say, she was quite hidden behind the lockers to do this. i did complain because previously that week, i was buying music at a nearby music store, and a man (i will call him mr stern-music-store) approached me and interjected a conversation upon me. he asked me what i was looking for, he then said “maybe buy this one” and pointed at a CD, then he said “maybe buy this one” and pointed at another CD. i asked him if he knew the CD’s he was pointing at, and he said “no”. he asked me where i went to exercise (since i told him i was buying music to exercise to), and i answered him “that’s personal”, and he answered me in a stern voice “the-name-of-my-gym”, as if he knew…oh yeah right, lucky guess ? i complained to the store employee about that questionable event. so when i had another questionable mirroring event close to a week later @ the gym, i passed on that questionable information to the gym staff. anyways, back to the high-kicking, this high-kicking psycho-chit has only started since i high-kicked-a-la-kick-boxing mr mullet @ the langley bc pub with the big dance floor, and then talked about high-kicking-a-la-kick-boxing mr mullet on the telephone…ain’t no magic happenin’ anywhere

since january of 2007, i have had a weird painful sensation in the brain part of my head (not like a headache), with accompanying intermittent dizziness, a strange head sensation when i begin to fall asleep, and i also hear a buzzing noise that’s there 99.9% of the time since january of 2007. i went to a doc to check it out, and i had to almost prove that i had pain, that i wasn’t imagining it all…not normal doc behavior ? don’t think so, u tell me…anyways, even after convincing another doctor (i will call him mr d2) that there must be something wrong, he decided to have an mri done on me, which resulted supposedly as normal, but i have no clue what the mri actually looks like…i guess real-life doctors are not warm and fuzzy like on tv, when they include the patient in the explanation of their results. i have had exceptional exclusion, i think, on all levels of my steps toward resolving my questionable health issues. this same doctor, mr d2 checked my hearing with his old squeaky equipment and this resulted in readings that supposedly showed that i have a slight deficiency in hearing…dah?…i’m not falling for that one…i disregarded his diagnosis of tinnitus because it was not a proper test…i will accept results from a proper test…i’m not sold on it, there’s too many other weird accompanying uncomfortable sensations in my body right now to just think that my whole problem is tinnitus. in white rock, i previously had recurring boils for a few years up until last year, and just recently had a skin rash on both my index fingers in exactly the same place and at exactly the same time…i thought it would be something contagious since the rash appeared exactly in the same place on both hands, but the miss d1 didn’t seem concerned at all, she prescribed a cream, and the rash now lingers only on my right index finger.

ps: i don’t find it strange that i had boils for the first ever time in my life while i lived in white rock bc, but i do find it strange that my mom had boils for the first time in her life at the same time too (and we both had break-ins, theft, and gang-stalking during this same time)…that’s not a coincidence, and no one will every convince me that it is … i have 3 long-time close friends that have told me that they have had immense crime and gang-stalking (intentional damage of health) as well within the last 10 years. can u actually say that about YOUR life ? we can’t be ALL “a-little-off”, if u know what i mean

well, last night i went for line dancing lessons with a singles’ group @ a pub with a big dance floor in langley bc. i was happy to see the regulars, and noticed there were new people as well. mr mullet did say hi to me from afar, and did manage to find himself sitting beside me after the dance lesson. i avoided him, and he surprisingly left early. he seemed to know the other two women sitting at my table. one woman (i will call her “miss shows-up-but-not-a-member”) was a bit persistent asking me for a response concerning the name of the line dance that i was doing. she wanted me to absolutely confirm that i was trying to dance the same dance as the others beside me. i asked her why she wanted me to absolutely name the dance, and she kept beating around the bush and repeating the same thing, “are u dancing the same dance as the others are” and she named a line dance…personally, as i repeated to her, i kept laughing and saying “i have no clue of the name of the dance i’m dancing to, and i think it’s obvious that i’m trying to follow the dancers that i’m staring at.” AND i eventually asked, “why do you keep asking me the same question”…she left early with a woman that she seemed to know, who didn’t dance (sitting at her table). before she left, miss shows-up-but-not-a-member repeats (as she did to me at a previous event) “are u part of (three letters) another singles’ group? she includes a certain man’s name that was previously abusive to me from a third single’s group. i responded, “no” and crossed my fingers like i was forging off evil, and added, “yes, the one that man’s in, and stated firmly his name. she also asked me if the dance floor was a big dance floor … dah, i thought to myself, lady your lookin’ at it, u can’t tell??? and so, they left. the evening went on, and i sang a few songs. two people that hardly ever talked to me, now overwhelmingly talked to me, a select few exageratedly told me how i was an amazing singer, too exagerated. one of these select few people (i will call her miss classy-mature) came around to tell me that the teacher made plans to teach the line-dancing at another unpublicized line-dance lessons location because the teacher spends too much time teaching new-comers—-NOT! seems a little like bogus to me…i don’t see where this is a problem…the teacher teaches and then stops teaching…non-complicated. a couple that i never saw before did interject themselves into my evening. i noticed that they didn’t talk to anyone else but me, even though there were many people sitting closer to them than me, and there were singers that were better than me singing. they were way too smiley, almost passive-agressive, so i will call them mr and mrs pass-agress, even though they didn’t show any signs of being a couple. mrs pass-agress stopped me as i walked by them, and asked me if i was a school teacher, particularly a kindergarden teacher. i asked why they would ever say that about me, and they said that i acted so sweet and innocent, and that i looked like someone who taught children. she was stretching out the conversation a bit, and at the first sign of silence i looked her straight in the eye and asked, “o.k., that’s it? r u finished?”, and she said “yes”. i continued on my way. later that evening, she and mr pass-agress were over-smiling still at me (it looked fake)…and she was saying silly things to me like “it’s been 15 years i haven’t been in this place”…i avoided smiling every time i talked to them, anyways, as if i give a crap about her and the man sitting beside her……NOT! i wasn’t even looking at them…apart from their imposing conversations, i did have a wonderful evening with the singles’ group that were normal-acting, and i possibly met a few new friends (including mr unknown karaoké singer) ………. never a dull moment, i guess … i wonder if i will ever go out and not be the center of attention ……… u know, like people obsessed with britney LOL (as her lyrics go, “all eyes on me in the center of the ring, just like a circus … when i crack that whip everybody gonna trip, just like a circus”) LOL

ps: i know that i’ve lost thousands of dollars over many years and i am seemingly paying the costs of questionable interjections from strange-ers. i don’t plan to go on, forever, with the descriptions of these abusive people’s actions, but i do want to share with the world that there ARE people on this earth that seem to be paid to make people’s lives terrible, to manipulate and distort lives, to alter and abuse lives, seemingly in a covert way (in other words, sneaky and secretive) … maybe i should ask how much they charge? … u think ???????? LOL i would think that they would be filthy rich with a huge annual budget … i am not tempted to waste a penny on abusive scum … u think ?????? btw, all are invited to witness this for yourselves, just show up, no need to let me know, and sit back and watch it all happen before YOUR eyes as well … happy viewing

ps: if background music is available, sign me up

FRIDAY
one day, friday march 13, yes it was a friday the 13th…ooooo, and i braved the outdoors to get a little social activity for myself. it was also a full moon, a great mix for anyone looking for great fun. i showed up @ a watering hole with a great big dance floor in langley, bc. i felt a quietness to the start of the evening, and as people entered the place, the evening became more lively. i saw one girl (i will call her miss depressed) that was in the singles’ club i sometimes participate in. we chatted a bit, she invited me to go for lunch, to go visit her at her place, to go on vacation with her down to las vegas maybe, or to just hang out at ANY time…in other words, she seemed as if she REALLY wanted to hang out with me (wtf…??) and 10 minutes later, we went off on our separate ways for the rest of the evening…go figure! soon later, a man who styles his hair in a mullet (i will call him mister mullet) invited me several times to join him at his table, but i constantly evaded a definitive confirmation to his invitation. a man (i will call him mister european stranger) i previously met vaguely brought me a beer, but i kindly refused it because i was drinking non-alcoholic beer that night. less than an hour passed, and i decided to dance, so i danced. after dancing for quite some time, i saw a table that was free, and even though it was beside mister mullet’s table, i chose to sit down. i slipped over to the jukebox and chose a song to play…and of course, i went to dance. to my surprise, i had no problem being alone on the dance floor, but my dissapointment WAS about mister mullet joining me to dance. he has adopted this certain style of dance that i’m not too sure how to describe. he dances in back of me ALWAYS, he shadows me, and he says things to me like, “come on baby, ohh, aaah! ………. boring and distasteful, but he doesn’t seem to want to stop. i’m a person that turns around a lot on the dance floor, and he must look like an idiot shadowing me like that…i’m just tired of his scummy slurs and will tell him to FUCK OFF next time i see him (unless he reads this beforehand)…we can only hope LOL … he does strike me as someone that is more than meets the eye…he previously talked to me as if he was insinuating bad things about me, and at another time he was somewhat interrogating me…who is the real mister mullet? LOL mister european stranger came my way with seemingly a buddy (i will call him mr nova scotia), and they both tried to dance with me to some point. they seemed normalish, as normalish as we seem in a pub atmosphere LOL. soon after i located to this chosen table area, an old fogee (i will call me mister ol-fogee) said really out loud to his female companion “she’s lookin for a bed tonight!” as he looked at me. i responded “no, actually, i’m not! thanks very much for saying that, you’re a real nice guy and laughed out loud at him. his female friend (i will call miss ol-be-atch) denied that he said that…what an old bitch…we’re talking about an old couple in their 70′s…who the fuck are they to do that to me? i definitely do not know them. i did have time to notice that mister mullet was dancing often with miss ol-be-atch. this scenario reminds me of my experience in white rock, bc, when there were many people acting questionably towards me…total strangers…week after week. i will describe those crime-ridden 3 years as well in this blog. as for this pub evening, i mostly enjoyed myself.

SATURDAY
highlights: telephone hang-up, first tango lesson, juanmaximus junk mail, pub#1 outing, pub#2 outing, miss social disorder, miss interrogator, mister native french name, mister ol-wild-dancer, mister biting disorder, miss future wife of biting disorder………it was a busy night for strange-ers LOL…………and all of these “persons” came to me, approached me, interjected themselves into my path, into my evening…total strangers interjecting themselves one after the other…

…well, the day started with a telephone call which i answered, and then whoever was on the other end of the telephone sort of spoke with choppy static so i heard only half of what was supposedly said. i said hello a few times, and then they hung up on me, without calling me back. i wouldn’t think it strange to receive a telephone call of this nature, as i usually blow it off as anyone else would…but i received another questionable call the next day as well……ssooooooo, i will describe them both, since there were many incidents of “abusive-like actors” interjecting themselves into this particular weekend as well…i wouldn’t want anyone to feel left out LOL

my first argentine tango lesson that afternoon – awesome…pretty good afternoon

early that evening, i arrived @ a new “pub gathering” that the singles’ group advertised on their website. i was alone with the host of the evening for quite some time. i called the singles’ group owner on my cell phone to see when she would arrive, and she had to pass on joining us because of an important issue that arised (someone had disappeared that day, then was found just prior to my call). i told her that i was staying at the new “pub gathering” for a short while, and then going to the pub with the big dance floor. soon after that, an asian woman (i will call her miss social disorder) joined us as another member of the singles’ group. she showed interest in going to the pub with the big dance floor with me, and so we danced quite a bit and then she followed me, by car, to the other pub with the big dance floor. that’s when she blatently told me that she had a social disorder, she freaks out being left alone in a pub…hmmm…and so she discouraged me as well to mingle with another singles gathering which was taking place there in a certain area of the venue. i asked if she wanted to go to the other end of the venue, and she happily agreed. we danced a lot, then later, found a table to sit at. that’s when miss interrogator and mister native french name interjected themselves at our table. not long after, i was asked to dance by a man (i will call mister ol-wild-dancer). immediately upon my return, miss social disorder left suddenly, and i was left alone at the table with miss interrogator and mister native french name. that’s when the interrogation began…the questions were pouring from her lips…she even asked me how my first relationship ended, and before i could refuse to answer her, she blurted out in a condescending way “oh i know why you two are not together!” i then asked her in a stern voice, “how would you know?” she quickly talked her way out of answering that question, and continued blabbing about other stuff that i lost total interest in. i decided to leave, so i got my coat on and headed toward the exit. i got but 4 feet away from my table, when miss future wife of biting disorder stops me and has to tell me that mister biting disorder bites her. i wasn’t that interested in dealing with them, and i told them “you can supposedly clear up that disorder in 15 minutes, i think i saw something on maybe o _ _ _ _ or dr p _ _ _ (sorry for the vagueness of the letters, but i ain’t offering free publicity) i quickly said goodbye, and left.

SUNDAY
not too much happened…a telephone call, someone spoke in an asian language and said a short sentence twice…then hung up on me. i said hello, but they just hung up on me. nothing else special, as far as i can remember, for now.