Pointing it Out …

It all started when I met a man,

little did I know about him, but I was to find out.

He told me he had spent time in the military

and had been pensioned out.

He hung around for a few months

then disappeared in a hurry.

Months went by and the phone calls started,

slowly I got to know this man.

Time went by  & I was asked to visit,

I took the trip at his expense, he promised to pay me back.

When I arrived, he asked ‘what are you doing here?’

it made me feel ‘why do I bother’.

As time went by, year after year, I got nothing but sabotage, torture, torment, harassment & the rest.

All I was able to do was fight for survival against the odds.

Thanks to the establishment, the Intelligence Community & the others for their efforts.

Now there seems to be energy to repair the damage.

They are taking much more than they give.

They are running computers off my body & communication from my head.

My body vibrates & perspires when they require their horse race numbers & other information.

The trouble is they just don’t know when to call it quits

& it’s all only for their own benefit – stuff the rest.

In order to achieve their goals, the establishment procured a MONSTER, they needed someone to bring in their New World Order.

And underneath, I see a man, a man looking for somewhere to belong.

They set their bitch on him in 2003, to steal him away from me,

it was done all in the name of GREED, with no other factor,

the idea makes my skin crawl.

And now they are unable to believe the turn of events.

One way of keeping me oppressed is to keep down the price of GOLD.

I purchased a little to help me out, because it was set to explode.

They just don’t want to understand the ways of an ordinary life.

The biggest problem seems to be EMOTIONAL IMMATURITY,

where I’m attacked for no fault of my own.

They seem to enjoy defaming me & standing in my way

all in the name of ‘self superiority’, it makes them feel bigger & better.

They seem to be afraid of something, simply because they’ve built it up in their heads.

So they started CIA on twitter, they’re frightened I might get away.

I feel it just might have something to do with the guilt inside their heads.

This torture all needs to come to an end.

I’ve told you my wish: it’s because of that son you have with that BITCH.

She stole you away from me, her & her cohorts helped to do the trick.

She didn’t do it for love, she did it for GREED, as I’ve already said,

& now she is unable to look anyone in the face, because of what she did.

The only time anything is going to improve is when you choose, I’ve pointed that out before.

Now I’ve made my point, it’s time to depart.

Have a Nice Day.

& Thank You for the good things that have been.

I’ve made it to My Lord.

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When you choose to run computers off of me & communicate directly into my head, I’ll write my truth on the blog or else where of my choice – all in order to keep the balance. If anyone has a problem with this, just let me know & don’t say you weren’t notified. Amen

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You all need to go else where of Answers.

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Nandos Review …

Nando’s    25th June 2014

Went to Nando’s for dinner last night,

all the seating is upstairs, with a view.

Took a look at the menu,

there was something for everyone.

I saw ‘Starters’, ‘Burgers’, ‘Salads’, and stuff for little ones,

Desserts, Hot & Cold Drinks and designer ones too.

There were a few people there, moving about,

all seemed to be happy chewing on chicken – a leg or two.

All they needed to do was choose their level of spice, to see the evening through.

I decided to go for the Caesar with chicken,

but one problem, I do like my Cos lettuce crisp – NOT LIMP – how about you !!!

In my opinion the joint could also do with an alcoholic drink or two,

as I found it a bit of a dry argument on just mineral water without a boost.

While I sat and wrote this piece, a cappuccino would have helped me along.

I was told: ‘the machine was ka-poot.

I felt they almost needed to call Gordon Ramsey for help,

especially when I saw extra charges on the bill,

for ‘service’ and ‘tax’.

I almost handed them his number as I stood at the till,

as twenty-five ringgit was the bill.

As this review is FOC (free of charge), I trust you appreciate my view.

For next time please implement an improvement or two,

as that was MY TIME at Nando’s, Chinatown Kuala Lumpur

Simply Feed Me …

How food goes for me in Chinatown Kuala Lumpur.

Everyone knows McDonalds – there is usually one on a corner.

I visit this one for breakfast, a McMuffin, egg, chicken roll, hash browns & tea.

I called chicken roll Bacon – oh boy was that a mistake !

I am able to sit upstairs in the open air area & peruse the view.

There is a cake stall on a corner where I can buy a sandwich and get fat on their cake,

or take a walk to the bus station, their sandwiches aren’t bad,

or another place I grab a ‘not bad’ sandwich is that ‘done up’ place, comes under the banner of seven eleven

and they have coffee I can dispense from a machine and also free hot water !

I don’t mind a bit of yogurt, there is home-made, stuff at selected outlets around the place,

topped up with pre cut fruit is fresh & easy to find.

I found a little place, a street stall in fact,

where I get a sardine roti & two cups of tea for breakfast.

After taking a walk and doing s few jobs, I return for more refreshments before retiring to my place.

Now that’s the first half of the day done.

I’ll move on to dinner.

More roti I have at another street stall – they serve it with vegie and cheese,

sometimes I finish off with a banana one, very good to eat.

Sometimes I visit an Indian Place where I get a dish od dahl, cucumber & lime, Nann bread with garlic & butter.

I shouldn’t forget to tell you where I can have a beer,

there are places about but the one I’ll mention is the noodle joint on a main road corner.

This joints been around for years, you can tell by the decor,

and the lovely antique tables and chairs.

I think they saw nothing of using marble for tabletops back then, because (just quietly) it is seen everywhere.

I had better mention the food, I can get noodles or rice as well as other things at this busy open air food joint in Chinatown Kula Lumpur.

Before I finish off I’d like to tell you about the foodhalls off to the side behind the market street stalls.

I often get just a cup of tea in a joint where they play music and watch concerts on a screen.

The other foodhall has good tucker, nice and cheap,

I also often go there.

I almost forgot the Reggae Bar for western food, beer &  a party.

A little to steep in price for me, but sometimes I have been known to indulge in a coffee or two and a hamburger from this place.

that food for me in Chinatown Kula Lumpur

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Reflections …

funny about this:

life reflects our attitudes

perfectly and constantly.

what we hate in others

we hate in ourselves.

what we love in others

we love in ourselves.

so therefore: what we portray in others

we somehow see in ourselves.

                                       From Nimbin Museum (modified by me)

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How I got to Nimbin:

I was staying in a hostel in BB

many moons ago.

One tour guide operator, called by the hostel to see if anyone wanted to go.

It was a day trip, just a little bus.

The day trip went all over the place,

one stop was Nimbin, for a while.

Another place was the Holy Goat Commune.

We travelled past Hoges’ place.

We took a couple of swims and viewed a waterfall.

It was a great day had by all.

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They don’t want her there …

Working as a chef – couldn’t get paid for what it was worth.

Thought to myself: all you have to do is tell the public prices need to increase to cover the cost.

The public always seems to accept what they are told.

Now I continually hear, when I can’t get served ‘they don’t want her there’.

It’s easy to fix the problem: just tell them that they are in a service industry and that they have nothing without customers.

So therefore all customers have value.

Shoe on the other foot: being a Publican I use to think to myself while doing Customer Service Training –

– some, in my case most, ‘customers need good training on how to be a good customer’

for they just didn’t have a clue.

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Ode to Ms JT …

this is my GIFT to you:

When my children attended Private School,

There was a woman, who stood out from the rest.

Her second daughter happened to be in the same class as mine,

they were sort of friends.

The father of this woman, was a Netball man !!!

He head the association & organised all the teams.

This is where this woman learnt to manipulate people at a young age.

She also became addicted to telling people what to do.

Her and her friends liked to tell people she was a Company Director,

because she had nothing else to her name.

This woman married, he was a dentist,

lucky for her, this dentist was good at bringing the money in.

And when there wasn’t enough money for this woman to spend,

he had to employ another dentist to carry her load.

I happened to go to her house one day,

the reason now escapes me.

I most likely needed to see her about a matter,

but this is what happened:

I pulled the car up in the driveway, which finished at the back.

I knocked on the front door,

her eldest daughter opened it

I said: would Ms….. be available?

the reply: No my mum is not here, together with pursed lips and a scowl upon her face.

I could feel some tension and Ms…..’s energy hiding behind a door.

The daughter couldn’t slam the door quick enough, in my face.

I really get the feeling with this woman, she likes everything her own way.

This woman could be friends when she felt like it.

Sometimes she’d be helpful, only to get information she required.

One time at netball she treated myself and my daughter with disdain.

She made my daughter stand and wait alone, while she partied with a group of selected children in her car parked up the road.

I saw her tactic, she got caught out, I looked and saw my daughter standing alone.

My heart went out to her, I thought why are you being treated this way ?

There was the beginnings of a new school.

This woman head the team of Committee Members.

She made sure she got the contracts to fill her own purse.

She manipulated all the staff, in order to get the most out of them,

all in the name of efficiency and the interests of the new school.

I saw a new car and heard of private tuition all for her own gain,

and that’s enough about this woman,

you can investigate the rest.

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School Bus …

My children travelled each day on a Private School Bus,

they left early in the morning & returned late in the day.

For some unknown reason the Bus Company Operator, bored in her job,

took a disliking to what was going on.

Her reaction was to victimize my children & here is what she did.

She claimed one of my children drew a cross on a seat with a marking pen.

She called a meeting with a representative from the Transport Department, herself, myself & the rest.

Halfway through the meeting I exposed the fact that children on the bus (NOT MINE) were slashing the seats wide open with a knife.

The female Bus Company Operator shit herself because her fraud had been exposed.

She informed me that one of my children would be evicted from the bus for one week.

So I told her I would take the other off the bus as well, since driving only one was uneconomical, I may as well drive both.

That’s not the only thing she did.

The Bus Company Operator left my children behind one night,

the bus didn’t even go to the designated stop.

If it wasn’t for a fellow student who phoned me that night,

I wouldn’t have found my children.

Ms. HansFord I recall was her name.

You have a lot of tidying up to do !!!

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The Place I Stay …

The place I stay is good & cheap,

just the way I like it, it suits me.

There is twenty-four hour reception,

where little pixie sleeps in a chair.

They padlock the gate, which keeps you safe,

after you’ve climbed the stairs to get there.

On one floor they have many rooms, I was shown to mine,

when I first entered my room I saw two single beds,

and a fan to keep me cool.

After sleeping there for many nights, friends arrived & in the heat,

oh my, did they multiply & now they are everywhere.

They stained my sheets & bit me all night until I was forced to give my room a spring clean.

I bleached my sheets & other things to try & make them look brand new.

But those determined little mights are a pain when trying to get them to go away.

A story of the Malaysian Bed Bug.

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ever heard of a vacuum cleaner ???

I once had a vacuum cleaner,

it was stolen from me.

I commented ‘I’ll never have an other vacuum cleaner’

He said: ‘I wouldn’t say that’

Instantly I knew what vain I was seen in,

I quietly saw RED.

I employed all my efforts to make sure his vision had no chance of coming to fruition.

And here we are today, locking HORNS over which way the cards may fall.

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Phillip or George …

Delusions of Grandeur

In business these days, we need special powers in order to make a Prophet. Sometimes we need to employ ‘healers’ and ‘shamans’, the ‘chosen ones’.

If you employ a Phillip or George, they have to be worth their salt.

They must have power, knowledge and identity.

Grandiose delusions help to achieve our goals, together with great talent to find important marketing discoveries.

It’s hard to predict the future or get messages from god.

You need a special relationship with a prominent person of superiority and put aside mental disorders to run the joint.

And in order to stay ahead in the race, everyone needs to be swift you know. I also wonder where I might be able to get a taylor, for that suit I need.

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