10:00 AM I witnessed many times the following phenomenon. Angela is sleeping. They make some noise. She awakens and she doesn't know about the noise awakened her.

I woke around 8:30 after about 5 hours of sleep. She upstairs was missing. There was a dust smell in the air. Nose congestions, palpitations started when i tried to put my brain in drive. Opened my mouth. Started to think, trying to remember the last moments of last night, read briefly the news and went back in bed (buy can't be totally sure, i'm all confused in my mind).

Thinking about what i saw online, who awakened me and then i remember this. Thinking about the numbers i was reading last night. Yakuza has 20k members. About half the total inmate population of Japan with a total capacity of 85k and a level of occupancy of 47%.

Was thinking what they did that for yesterday. Did government asked them? Why people of Japan should know about the peace deal between various Yakuza groups? Just to get scared?

And this is not warring factions of an underdeveloped state in Asia like Afghanistan or Iraq or Africa. One of the reasons the US had to deploy 166k troops worldwide (officially, i hear all the time at Coast to Coast they are ten time that number)?

It is of a fourth economy in the world, that makes about half of the cars sold in the US.

Is this a form of state terror, now trying to remind citizens that a "fragment of Japan" still "wonders free?

Was it to cover what i recently wrote about possibly more than ten million hikikomory deployed in the US as Latinos? Chicano culture in Japan being used as base for training in various aspects for disguise purposes. Like how to walk, dress and speak (a little). Here at the complex i see them every day, including "the Spanish kids" that move around the apartment and car when i'm outside.

Did it have anything to do with my post yesterday where there is a link showing the wife of that arrogant SOB dr.Parent looks like late Yoko Ono? Thinking about the also very short albino woman i have to probably face today when i go to have blood drawn.

It was then when they tightened the vise grip back on me. They started the black BMW which belongs to a guy at 4 located in the middle of the building where i suspect is the control center of the whole operation here. There is the woman resembling Princess Mako who talks in Spanish for hours on the phone at her balcony. Also who hits the walls when it's quiet and need to gently divert my thoughts.

1-2 minutes very loud, the first shock. Probably close to 100 dB at source. Then RPM goes down, the noise fades by about 10 dB (100 times) to about 50 inside, still uncomfortable. Still did not had time to put my thoughts back together when it started, they became scrambled again. I can still feel the effects of that noise, almost two hours later. I mean, i am mad and cannot think.

There is no doubt to me they control everything around here. But they have to make it in such ways i am not aware of (not all the time anyways) and doubt it (always). It's the ... how come they are not numbered, in Wikipedia? Ok got it. It is the 16th. But i found out something new. In Forbes, they are called the 36 stratagems for psychological warfare.

Yeah i got carried out emotionally and in that very second they started to shake the firs dumpster in the complex, causing a small earthquake (10:50). One sample here minute 2:00.

Ok the apartment filled with smell of dust and "air" from walls and ceiling, tried to air, and of course a very loud exhaust started, shaking the walls outside.

6:15 PM Today i had to drive to Beaverton (yes, i passed the apartment complex where i lived for 14 years). When i came back, 217 was blocked the same (as in my way there, chronic congestion at this hour from work meant to improve traffic that started 2 years ago) and i tried the side roads and i passed a Musik Tesla dealership across 217 the Washington Square (yes, like in Shame commercial!).

I never used my horn as a freedom of speech tool before and i am not into street protests (don't know if you've noticed, there are other means, way more efficient to protest in the era of social media) i thought what the heck, today i want to feel like an American and i honked. Twice. Then i saw a guy coming from the opposite and he only honked once.

Then i realized i don't know how to honk in such occasions and came back to google and what did i find.

7:20 Today i had to do a meatloaf. Not my favorite pastime. Since it was that boring, i took some pictures and will share them with you. (Did i ever tell you i never like to eat what i cook?) That, is so much fun. And the comments.

After we came from Beaverton (Angela  had to come with me cause i am (kinda) banned from that store), we both went to Safeway in Lake Oswego (Boones Ferry near I5). After Angela went inside, i wanted to smoke a cigarette but i was in the middle of the parking lot. I got in the car, started it and in that moment a guy came and filled the space i was counting to pass through to get to the east end of the lot.

Ok i backed up a little (one length of a car) and squeezed narrowly between that guy and the one one spot away. Crossed the alley real carefully, went through another row with empty spots, but i was much more... i don't know, confident? and when i tried to cross the second alley to get to the end, some guy came kinda fast from the left, white, tinted windows. I did brake so hard everything Angela left on the right seat fell under.

After i parked, instead of smoking, i sat there for like ten minutes, meditating at what just happened.

Then i realized i did not have a lighter and after much searching in the glove compartment, i realized i did not have a match either. In the meantime Angela came and said because she was looking for me (i moved), she almost got hit by a gigantic truck.

However she got the meat. Three packs, probably for 5 bucks each on a e-coupon (she is  now sleeping). On the same label it says 93% lean and 10% fat. However is much better than others i saw that say 93% lean and 20% fat. (She is sleeping now). 

Have to wash the packs before cutting them. If i don't do i get in trouble (with Angela). But i try to understand. The packs have been in the store the cooler for days. People might have touched them.

It is enough if one pack leaks and they will all be cover with a thin almost invisible slime (bacterial film).

The eggs box. Here she started upstairs (7:55). Not my business? Everything is a sore sight for my eye is my business.

Those two are way too white to have been one single day of their lives in a farm.  
The box inside. The most incredible color i've ever seen, to match eggs. That is so funny. Yes, they have the firmest yolks and whites with least amounts of water in whites from over hydrated chickens i have ever seen.  

All the ingredients before mixing. Oats, eggs, half can of V8, a bit of milk, a bit of Worcestershire sauce (i'll never know how to write it or pronounce it, Angela's latest come up, it taste just like soy sauce though a bit sour), pepper, salt, paprika sweet, a bit of garlic powder, ginger powder, curry. All unmeasured amounts, all by eye (and mood). Woops, i forgot the thyme. Now dropping again a very heavy object 8 PM. 

I have said it many times before, she or others are watching what i write, and intervene (got most likely a bunch of keyloggers in my computer, maybe screen viewers, you may call it Windows. This time when i wrote the word curry, maybe because it sound like queer? Curry, curry, curry, curry, curry, curry, curry, curry, curry, curry, curry, curry, curry, curry, curry, curry, curry, curry, curry, c'mon b...h, drop! (I am not gay!).   
As i said, almost forgot the onion. Without onion, there is nothing. Believe me, i've done it once. Had to mix it one more time. Most difficult part, can use a kitchen aid if you can afford one and have room for it in the "kitchen".

The other half of V8 can goes on top, mainly to protect it from burning cause we don't use an aluminum foil, though i once done it (by mistake) and it came kinda gray in color, removed the foil and added the sauce and kept it ten more minutes in the oven.

Starting after one hour, you can go and check, with a blunt knife, maybe pull some on a plate, i like it just a bit under, but this grocery ground beef is kinda coarse and... Whatever.

8:10 Now that i'm done, outside, stealing my thunder, a very loud exhaust.

8:40 On the near blocked I5 they were a number of sudden stops in front of me, cutoffs, etc., the usual stuff. But in the parking lot at Safeway, like i have never seen in a longtime. It may also be happening because a little bird told me the Emperor might be present here again these days, sitting between the two pyramids at the construction site, to claim my head in case it falls.

(The above picture was done in the day after they towed my truck).

10:55 This what it became.

Yeah it could be a bit over, i am so pissed (by her drop upstairs) i forgot it after i stopped the timer at one hour. It's not burnt, it's got a crust, still got juices at the bottom and V8 on top, but it shrank a lot. Was it fat? Was it water?

I steam the potatoes with a bit of water and a glass lid, 15 minutes since the steam is coming out of that little hole.

11:50 Azi am mai aflat una. Găinile mănăncă prea nulți morcovi nurați și beau prea multă apă și fac ouă cu caroten și multă apă în albuș. Cât despre articol, ați uitat ceva fundamental! Nu ați numărat ouăle lui...

She left for about an hour and came back at midnight, with a vengeance. One sexual allusion was now her entry ticket.