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12 Oct 2009 12:01 PM
i rang god yesterday. I wanted to know why they blasted the moon but not the Venus.
--welcome to god's personal office. to pray press1, to confess press2, to complain press3, to donate press4, to all other queries press5. if u wish to speak one of our angels press6. to hear the info again press7
(i press6)
--welcome, to speed up your query please enter your id no. following by the#key. if u made a mistake press * and try again
(i enter my id then press#)
--welcome, to speed up your query please enter your password then the#key
(i enter password then press#)
--welcome, all our angels are with the faithfuls at the moment, your calls are important to us, please wait
so i wait, and wait
--your calls are important to us,,,(music playing) please wait
--your calls are important to us,,,(change to softer music) please wait
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i lost count how long i have waited...
then i remember god has given up his son. so i rang again, pressed2 n confessed to the robot that i was a selfish shamless person who had the guts even trying to mention so trivial a matter as to why they didn't blast the Venus...
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10 Oct 2009 10:28 AM
well, tears in me eyes again this morn when i watched the video that they blasted the moon for water...i don't know what else to say in case...
under the sun young people still laughing chasing, n stealing a kiss on the ckeek...again, i ponder: what is love?
oh well, don't think that i am a cry-baby though....
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9 Oct 2009 10:52 AM
early this morn i dreamt something i should have forgotten--that was always the case-- strangely enough i remembered it vividly...
i was in a house with two housekeepers...as if i applied the job as a housemaid, been shown around...
meeting the employer, dining on the table before my employer, operating washing machine, inspecting my own room--i like it. working only 5 n 1/2 days a week. the place is within walking distance to where i live now...
forgot to ask how much i got paid,,,haha
the whole biz was as if someone paid me to live with them.
but why a maid in this dream? not that there is anything wrong with it!!!
then i remember watching a 9 video yesterday--a baby humpback whale trapped in shark net. mother stayed hoplessly nearby. this isn't the first incident!
tears were in me eyes when i saw the whale wrapped tight in the net...
and i salute the men in the tiny boat trying to free the baby!
eventually they successed. hooray! but previously more trapped and four died. the net will remain in the water...to protect swimmers from the sharks.
,,,all this was happened at MerMaid bay, NSW. the connection...goes so wild!
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8 Oct 2009 11:15 AM
i was typing away at the library,,,thoughts flooded in...then i heard this tender voice asking someone to keep an eye on her pc station. she was going to answer the nature call.
wiithout thinking i heard my voice croaked:'you can lock it...click the small window n enter your password.'
i was surprised by my voice. normally i remain deaf to all noise around me when writing...but my instinct told me to do otherwise...
next time i will remain deafer when i write...haha
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7 Oct 2009 12:04 AM
so u think i prefer hunting in the woods to snoozing stomach-full on my master's couch by the kitchen stove?
can't catch flying birds; birds eat birds too.
the massive clearing of land helped; the logging too.
as to the number fo native fauna, how the hell had u done ur sensus?
if u ask me--
when their home bulldozed, their number dwindled. in the course of time they no longer exist. not b/c they are not confined in the zoo.
(just ask Australian emus on east coast! had u found any, say hello for me)
i might have taken a bird or two...i do as monkeys do.
oh may i please u by saying that i will get a few feral rabbits on my way home...in the morn?
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