AND (ET) why the hell I am into blogging again? It 's a sickness. An ailment that most of the ancient writers possessed. It's in our "hands." It is in our hands to write and chronicle everything that we perceived whether we like it or not.

It is not the food that we eat. It is not because of the water, juice or soft drinks we drink that we may seek to blog, write or have our attention focus to this kind of medium but because we are so drawn to this kind of permanent passion. The passion of writing.

Long time ago at the time of Abraham and his clan, while they were looking for an oasis to pasture their thousands of herds and thousands of people among their families, next of kin and the whole clan, each group is dedicated to their own sect or group roles. Group of herdsmen, group of warriors, group of cook, group of sacred people who carried the tabernacle and its laws including the holy eucharist where it was sealed and locked only these chosen people known as priests are allowed to touch it and execute whatever laws inside the tablets.

In this age and generation when astronauts had reached the moon and back and the satellite and other space crafts had reached Saturn and Jupiter what is to expect?

Looking at those pictures provided by Science magazines made me dizzy. What is the real truth about the Universe? Are the scientists really telling us the truth about space and explorations and their findings or are we human beings just small dots in space and there are giants out there? Are we atomic in numbers and we don't really know that we are just so tiny because we all died before and we become atomic? Death is another term for atomized. Maybe that's the quantum leap.

I could think about this again and again and there's another blogger who will contradict what I said. This is it in the NET where blogging is never the same again. each one of us trying to compete. Showbiz personalities and celebrities had their own God smack too once in a while.

Lo and behold even landlords and tenants had that same competition. Mine is different. A tenant once gave me a birthday cake with lots of cream in it. You know the frost icing that covered the whole cake generously. You can buy cake from other bakery in town and it wont be such a delight to look at because the frosting is so small in quantity. Actually it was the tenant's birthday. Not my birthday. The cake was given to him by his friend. Then he gave the cake to my husband and husband gave the cake to me. Happily I took it and cut it in half and the half of the round cake was given to my sister. I was happy reminding myself oh, it was Albert Einstein's birthday 2 or 3 days ago... I could pretend I'm Albert for a day. The next day I went to my doctor for urine analysis and found out that there is something wrong with my urine test. Shocking!!!!!!!!! Shocked upon shocked! What could be?

Uhm, who wants to kill me?

Rather who wants to kill that tenant? His friend is trying to kill him?

That my dear reader is part of my next novel.

SERIOUSLY. This matter is very serious.

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Anyway, here comes my son who wants me to do alterations in his black sweater that he bought from a dollar store in Vancouver. It says dollar store and when he paid the sweater at the till turned out it was $32.00.

Goodness! Shocking! What a bad situation of "labeling."
Dollar store should be selling items itemized and priced just $1.00 per item. They should changed their business to DOLLARS STORE. OMG! What an air farce!