Thursday, August 1, 2013

Metro Nightmare

These events occurred last year; maybe around yuletide 2012. It was a hectic week and I felt very overwhelmed and thought that a night out at the movies would ease my mind from whatever was bugging the entire week. I went to see an evening show of Cloud Atlas at the Woodland Hills, CA Promenade Mall. Honestly, I didn't want to deal with anyone, I didn't invite anyone. In my mind, alone time would do wonders for me. I'd exercise a little independence or spontaneity. The way I looked at it, I was desperately in need of me time.

It wasn't until after Cloud Atlas movie, I realized how poorly I planned my night, I didn't foresee how awfully late in the evening the show let out.

It was almost midnight. I know the 150 bus headed Eastward to the other side of the Valley my route would have me taking Ventura Blvd onto Van Nuys where I would catch the 233 or whatever bus that ran toward the Heart Of The Valley. Its a simple wait. What I didn't know the bus just departed and it ran in hourly cycles. I think it was cold or something. No matter what I think the jacket and the cigarettes had kept me warm for the first 30 minutes. I noticed that the Orangeline was still running. I assumed, they were still taking passengers to a Easternly direction towards the North Hollywood Station. I saw two of them pass before I thought: "hey, why not take the Orangeline instead" The distance between where my stop and the pick-up point for the other bus was about half a block. I started walking toward the Orangeline Bus, waited 30 minutes more. and saw that the 150 finally arrived at the other terminal. wow. *sigh* Although I had a jacket and pants, my problem that evening I was wearing wedge shoes and my feet were starting to ache bad. real bad. okay. what seemed to be another 30 minutes later, the Orangeline bus arrives, I get one. Relief, right? wrong. I had to ask questions. What puzzled me was that this bus sign broadcasted that the its Endpoint: "Chatsworth Station". omg. Metro Bus Drive informed me that there would be no more Orangeline buses toward North Hollywood station. I was in shock. or maybe in shock from the colder temperatures. i dunno. I got off at the next terminal and started for the closest 150 stop which was about a block away, on Victory and Canoga. As I walked away from that bus, I saw another 150 approaching. Dude, it was hopeless. The Metro Driver did stay stopped as long as possible because I think he saw me. It's so unfortunate that I was wearing my wedges. My feet were aching. *frowny face* yup. i missed that bus too...

When looking back at the "BusStopWait Tag-Game" I can laugh a bit. But that night. I cried.. for an hour until the next bus showed up. I was so miserable.

I force snickers at the thought now.

An emotional wreck after the movie: Cloud Atlas, my feet hurt, I was cold, most of the shops were closed, i was stranded. How i wished for any convenience store or restaurant to be open nearby, or companionship of other Metro riders around to talk to.

I think I felt defeated. Helpless. and so darn hormonal. A few cars would slow down; I'd cry some more. I'd console myself "don't cry, another one will be on its way"... yup.. it didn't help i cried a little more. (tears wear rolling that night; I'm a quiet-sober-crier not to be confused with the psychotic-wailer-crier).

If I had to describe how I felt that night I would describe: the cat trapped the cargo crate for three weeks on a ship bound for the Americas; without food, light, help, na-da. yeah. that bad.

Two hours for a trip back to the other side of the San Fernando Valley, and finding myself stuck around the same area at a bus stop, feet in pain. not good. You see a bus, then it leaves. It seemed like the Metro Buses were teasing me all that evening.

In addition, spoiler: the Cloud Atlas movie had made me more sensitive and emotional.

So here I am, with the movie freshly stuck in my mind, without a bus, in the cold, in wedge heals, playing a mean game of Metro Bus tag. A few cars slow down. Dude, no way in a right person's mind would I take any rides from strangers esp. that late time. OMG! I was scared! ((frowns))

note to self: don't second guess at bus stops, wait patiently. One hour max. IF a bus doesn't arrive after then, most likely, you're shit outta luck. Look for another route after a time period of over an hour. Using the Google/maps 'bus route' direction planner is a great tool, alternative routes, route duration, and alternate times are listed. don't wear wedges ever again. yup. You guessed it. all my heals over 1 1/2 inches have gone to the donation center. psyanara wedgies. 24-hr shops, restaurants, stores also eases the wait.

no worries. i survived. :S



Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Regimetal History: An Untold Triumph America's Filipino Soldiers

archived information maybe found at this website:
http://www.history.army.mil/books/wwii/MacArthur%20Reports/MacArthur%20V1/ch10.htm

(retyped verbatim by me; please excuse typos if any)

Attachment C: After Action Reports and Decoration and Award Forms

M/Sgt Dacquel
Our Mission to the Philippines
By M-Sgt. Isidoro D. Dacquel
7 June 1945

Pursuant to instructions, S-2 & S-3, 1st Ron Sn SP Trs, the following REPORT OF OPERATIONS, Weather Team under M/Sgt. Isidoro D. Dacquel.

R-52744389, is hereby submitted:

We, (M/Sgt Dacquel, S/Sgt Francisca, Sgt Mintanar and Opl Savacion), left TABRAGALBA, QUEENSLAND AUSTRALIA, on 7 June 1944 and boarded the submarine "NORWHALL" at DARWIN 8 June for the PHILIPPINES. We went out of your way to shell the oil refineries at CERAM arriving off Panay waters 20 June 1944. Promptly at 1800 that memorable day, we surfaced off LIPATA, a small town on the west central coast of PANAY and stared unloading our precious cargoes under cover of darkness. The Cuerrilleros showed neither planning nor organization in their efforts to unload the cargoes of the submarine, so fifty tons of her cargoes were thrown overboard. They were concerned more of looting the cargoes than of unloading. The officer in charge of the unloading was one, LT Col Cerilo Garcia Chief of PANAY.

The Japs were at LAPATA whil our sub was being unloaded and only the good fighting abilities of one CAPT Cadjao and his men were we able to land. This officer and his brave men repeatedly made themselves conspicuous by their successful encounter with the enemy time and time again hereafter but for all these good work and specially this one, he and his men were never compensated nor even commended. The sub was able to sink two Jap troopships that following morning before it submerged for her return trip; otherwise, i would not have been able to write this report for surely they would have taken cared of us before we could even go any further.

We landed at 0400 21 June 1944. At 1000 the Japs machine gunned and straffed us and later dropped a bomb at our supply dump but missed by a hundred feet. We took to the hills immediately and stayed there under cover for three days until one Sgt Ramos, a SWPA man, sent us work that we are moving to BITADTUM, a small barrio further up the coast where one Lt Mendosa, PHILIPPINE ARMY, was maintaining "a sort of a radio station". We stayed there for a week awaiting instructions from GHQ and at the same time trying to locate our instruments which were separated from us in the mad scramble for safety. The instructions from GHQ came but was withheld from us for a week before it was revealed to us. Then they told us we were moving to SOLIDO, still further north and mid-central northern PANAY. So, from BITADTUN to SOLIDO we moved; set the station and began operations after too much bickering about how our reports should be handled. Garcia and one 1st Lt Irineo Ames insisted on running our mission to suit themselves while I remained adamant and insisted on running it according to my "Operational Instructions"; GHQ backed us up and we won.

Everything went on smoothly for a spell but soon the Japs began fishing us off the air. Then one night the Guerrilla Intelligence told us the Japs were coming of us. We escaped under cover of darkness and took the northwesterly direction on the provincial road towards BIGON, a small barrio located at the northern shore of the northwestern tip of PANAY. Here we set our Station only for a few days in danger of being captured. I split my party in two; S/Sgt Francisca and Sgt Kintanar took the overland route through winding trails across the high mountains towards PUCIO POINT; while Opl Salvacion and I redoubled back on the provincial read to PANDAN on the west coast of PANAY thence along the shore northward to LIBERTAD. This was in mid September. We set up our Station at LIBERTAD, moving twice in the vicinity until Christmas Day, 1944 when we moved to PUCIO POINT.

In the meantime, under instructions form GHQ, S/Sgt Francisca and Sgt Kintanar were ordered to TAPAZ center of PANAY to establish Station "BAHALANA 005".

That left Opl Salvacion and myself running "Bahala na 004" with three-in-one mission; Weather, Air & Coast Watch; while S/Sgt Francisca and Sgt Kintanar, weather observations only.

Opl Salvacion and I operated at PUCIO POINT until 22 April, 1945, when under orders from Garcia, our Guerrilla Station Complement left us to shift for ourselves. Col Peralta, the Guerrilla Chief of PANAY, sent us a message to report to ILOILO but provided no means of getting there. So I hired a sailboat for for MINDORO and reported there for instructions. left MINDORO at 1900 24 May, 1945 and arrived at HOLLANDIA, NEW GUINEA at 1700 25 May, stopping at TACLOBAN, LEYTE overnight. At TACLOBAN, my shirt, with all my priced possession was stolen frm me between 2330 and 0100. We stayed at SIX CAMP, TROOP MOVEMENT , CASUAL DET, TENT 56.

The above is my "OPERATIONAL REPORT" in brief. Lots of details have been omitted. There are three matters i would like to take up and tell the world. First, the cooperation we got from the Guerrilla Chiefs of PANAY with regards to our mission; second, what became of the supplies sent to PANAY by sub; the third and last but not least, the people of PANAY - the civilians - their suffering and privations resulting in the maltreatment they received from the Guerrillas as well as from the enemy.

Lt Col Garcia and 1st Ames gave practically no or little cooperation to our mission. Lt Irineo Ames was openly working against us in all of our endeavors. The Lt Colonel was indifferent to all our efforts. As a Commander of Troops, he displayed lack of planning and organization and delighted only in skinning his officers n their poker game parties daily. Like Lt Ames, he is untrustworthy, undependable and shifty. He systematically stripped my station of its equipment and supplies making it almost impossible to continue with operations until I got to MINDORO by sailboat to obtain medicine, food and equipment. According to MEMO I received from Col Peralta from the beginning, he is supposed to protect us, feed us and quarter us. But this man took our "K" rations and left us nothing to eat the very day we landed. He even sent a man with instructions that we give him twenty-five Pesos for which to buy food. We gave him the money ate one meal out of it, then he disappeared with the money and all. He left us shift for ourselves for everything and we practically starved from the day we landed until that very day I got supplies from MINDORO the last week of January, 1945.

All of the supplies brought by our submarines were misappropriated by the Guerrilla Chief. Clothing,  food, equipment, medicine and even arms and ammunition found themselves in the hands of the people not entitled to have them. Kost of the clothing and medicines found their ways in "caches" and "Hideouts" of the principal Guerrilla Chiefs to be sold at fancy prices by agents especially favored by them. A pack of cigarettes was selling at 20 pesos; one gallon can of GI coffee, three hundred pesos; a bar of Palm Olive soap, forty-five pesos; toothbrush, twenty-five pesos each; a suit of khaki, one hundred and fifty pesos; half a "fasco" of lard, six pesos; a box of matches, five pesos; sulfanilamide; twenty-five pesos a tablet; and sausage, a Peso a link.

 Of all the supplies sent to use in PANAY, we receive only a small jar of ovaltine, a packet of razor blades and a cartoon of matches. GHQ shipped our supplies and our equipment but went he sub got there, Garcia informed us that our supplies were thrown overboard at CEBU harbor when the sub went aground; and yet his house was stacked up to the ceiling with can goods. in that particular submarine that brought our supplies but did not get them, every box was opened in front Garcia. He first handed-picked what he wanted out of the box and then divided what was left in teh same box between Col Peralta and himself. He hand-picked again his share of that division and then gave one-sixth of it to the troops - his troops. The submarine that picked up the Americans who were shot down form the different parts of the VISAYAS and gathered at LIBERTAD, was boarded exclusively by himself, his wife, his servants and his henchmen. Fromt he sub they got plenty of food, medicines and odd and ends and yet there was absolutely nothing for anybody else.

The civilians of PANAY suffered as much from the Guerrillas as they did from the Japs. The people had nobody to turn to for protection. The Guerrillas did more damage to private and public properties than the Japs. They burned homes, school houses, and churches promiscuously; every town in PANAY was ravaged by fire. Wanton destruction of property was the order of the day. Arms intended to be used against the enemy were used against them for commandeering food and supplies. Often time a man's only carabao used for tilling his farm was shot to feed the hungry Guerrillas. The only explanation given was that the Japs would have done the same. so he was not losing anything. Even his fish catch is partially taken from him by "percentage". School teachers are used as procurement agents for food and clothing, serving without pay despite the fact

that these poor school teachers have never been paid ever since the Japs took over. The school teachers gather the clothes, Gacia distributes them to his troops and then collects from the Finance the cost of the clothes and pockets.it. Mrs Garcia used government transportation for her commercial enterprises profitably. As the wife of the Colonel, she thinks she has with her the authority of the Colonel too. She uses this assumed authority to a great advantage in all her dealings with the civilians.

The people of PANAY are suffering terribly from lack of food, medicines and clothing as the result of the exploitations y the Japs and the Guerrillas. The Japs gathered the crops and burned what they could not carry; they took their clothes and everything of value. The Gerrilleros on the other hand, come after and gleaned what was left.

In my sector, the people, in order to relieve their miserable conditions, go the MINDORO to trade their chickens, pigs, fruits, egges and souvenirs for the necessities of life; but when they get back, the Guerrilleros, waiting for them at the beaches, confiscate or cammandeer whatever they bring, back. Here again the carvine is very handy. The people of PANAY are absolutely helpless against these abuses so long as these Guerrilleros have arms in their possession. The people say, "You can't win or argue with a fellow who has his gun stuch on your ribs".  The Guerrilla Chiefs' idea of service to their country is "War Lording". They have at their bidding their own army and bodyguards always at their sides and disposal.

Garcia is directly responsible for the murder of two Americans at MALAY, PANAY, 9 April, 1943. Their only crime was that these two men knew too much of his shady activities. I have talked to people who knew these men- people who fed them, clothed them people who even tried their best to hide them from both the Japs and the LT Colonel. The People praised and admired them for their galantry - for their sympathy and pity for their unjust fate. These people loved them like their own.

Like these two soldiers, McKie and Oakley, I have committed the same offense towards the Lt Colonel. I, too, know too much of his shady activities. He was gunning for me and only good luck kept me from suffering the same fate. He laid many traps for me. He was sorely disappointed when I got out of PANAY without so much trouble despite the fact that he had many agents guarding the beaches.

Outstanding among his accusers of wrong-doings, abuses and shady deals are the local officials in all the towns in my sector, including the school teachers and private individuals. In KALIBO, CAPIZ where he established his headquarters, the Alba and Albar families are very indignant. Among the school teachers int eh same town, MIss Amiola Lim is just as indignant.  In SOLIDO, the Magallanes family; Padre Illio of MALAY and three others in the same town were the eye-witnesses to this infamous crime). In BURUANGA, CAPIZ you will find charming miss Bun Oastan, a good typical Samaritan to the Americans, tell you how these men lost their lives. She mothered all the refugee Americans; helped them, nursed them; clothed them; fed them; and even tried her best to hid them from all harm. In the same town also you will find the Mayor and on Lt Cortez very bitter toward him. At PUCIO POINT, you will find one Lt Louis, the caretaker and custodian of PUCIO POINT MILITARY RESERVATION aching to get even with him after this war. For the witnesses to the disposition of all the medicines by Mrs. Garcia, two of her former maids or servants could be contacted very easily. As to the locations of Garcia's "Caches", we can contact one 1st Lt Irineo Donoza and Mr ST Louis, then said custodian and caretaker of PUCIO POINT MILITARY RESERVATION.

Much has been said of Al Capone and his gang in their days but this fellow Garcia can alcopone Al Capone any day of the week on account of his position and connection with the PHILIPPINE ARMY and the Guerrilla establishment. He is an opportunist, shrewed and calculating.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

"I want to see the world through your eyes"

I try to be honest when I state: during the evenings, my emotions get the better of me. Loneliness consumes my thoughts and emotions. Sometimes I wish I could share my world with another.

As a mother, my son is the first person I'd like to share my world with. However, it gets dark. When light enters, I find balance again.

I wouldn't call myself religious. I guess spiritual would describe me best. I didn't feel as alone as I do now. My childhood was good. Currently, as a disabled adult, I yearn for healing and peace in my soul.

When I was younger, I didn't feel alone. By myself, I'd take long trips around the Los Angeles area, the beach, and around the San Fernando Valley. Each time was a venture to unknown territories outside of school and home. I loved it. I didn't realize what danger surrounded me. I wasn't afraid. Fond memories include, a solo summer where I enrolled in an Oceanography course at LAVC; and having the chance to go to the beach solo ( that summer I went to Manhattan Beach often ). I had told my parents I was studying... ha-ha. code for private time alone. I totally loved it.

My college years are very blurry. During my community college years (at its first attempt) I didn't know what courses to enroll myself. I was having a good time, I"m sure of it; however, directionless. But one who wonders isn't always lost.

Negativity says I felt very unsupported with the route I wanted to pursue. Positive thoughts dictates to me that: sure I did have direction in life, the devastation of disorganized thought and mental illness plagued my years as a young adult. I was only 19 when I was first hospitalized. It wasn't pleasant. It was traumatizing and scary. When I returned home, I felt hurt, betrayed, and very very heartbroken.

okay change in subject: "My Efforts" before fell ill. -
I wanted to major in Communication. The communication major is very broad. I wanted to do something in social engineering (anything dealing with the media, the general community, and family.) I wanted to have a family of my own. I wanted to meet the right people and have everything just fall into place and find my purpose.

Disorganized thoughts continued to plague me. They still do at times. I maintain with medicines, and care from my professionals.

Because my thoughts and emotions were overwhelming and my mental disability was getting outta control. I failed at many things. and continue to do so. That's life. But few lost battles doesn't mean a failure as a whole.

Anyhow, no regrets. right?

regarding Love & Life
In life, there is love. I'm sure of it. I can bet my life on it. I don't want to expand on it because I'm on "single" status and will be there in that state until I find               .

I wish the best for all my past relationships. I don't wish the worst for them. Each person who achieves greatness isn't my work; however, it makes me happier to know that everyone who I ever came across is a success.

Anyhow, I want to see the world through the eyes of another. My world is empty without others.
my thoughts fall on deaf ears. i feel alone tonight.

*sigh*

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Multiple Movie Week

- my efforts to find a common topic in all four

This week I have watched the four movies:
Soylent Green, Pygmalion, Cat On a Hot Tin Roof, and Disney's Hercules.

Background on movie-recommendations:

Pygmalion (1938) - my choice this week, sorta brushed on the movie & topic during my History of Motion Pictures community-college-course from the past; taught by Professor Daccurso. Haven't seen it in its entirety until this year.

Soylent Green (1973) - recommendation by a close friend; First viewed by myself with company this year.

Cat On A Hot Tin Roof (1958) - English Literature mandatory reading assignment; class was taught by Mrs. Stern. Viewed movie during my High School studies; supplemental visual guide to screenplay I was to read studies. Revisited the film this year with company; I originally viewed this film 1997.

Disney's Hercules (1997) - early childhood recommendation from my sister. This year, I have watched it over four times total by myself and with company.

"The common topic that are in these four films from my observations: 
the main characters search for truth, a sense of belonging, 
and personal acceptance either within friends, family, and/or society."

How? Let me explain... 
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**spoiler alert: I do give away plot endings**
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Pygmalion (1938) - After his success at deceiving important persons at a Royal Ball by passing Eliza DoLittle as a very convincing Dutchess. Eliza seeks out the truth to Higgin's intentions and finds that he has 'grown accustommed' to Eliza. The dialog between Higgins and DoLittle is thought provoking. After much bickering between the two characters, DoLittle & Higgins, both agree that she has turned into a strong, 'lady' with dignity and deserved to be treated with respect. She wins the affection Professor Higgins; Her hard work in phonetic studies & language coaching with Higgins pays off: She is transformed: She is no longer an "guttersnipe", that Professor Higgin's had remark to her the day she the first day she had walked into his workplace.

Soylent Green (1973) - During the year 2022, over-population plague society. NY Detective investigates an assassination. Finds love for his dear friend and companion. In addition, 'rare-commodities' offer only short-lived pleasure. In the end, this detective discovers the horrifying truth about soylent food products: Soylent Green are people!

Cat On a Hot Tin Roof (1958) - Brick, the main character, is disgusted by lies, deceptions, and pressures within society, friend relationship, and family (aka: mendacity). Family feud during Big Daddy's birthday party, triggers questions from his father and mother about his personal life, this marriage to Maggie, and what he knows of Big Daddy's health condition. After much dialogue with his father, Brick expressed how much he would want to be loved by his father, and unlike an objects of interest that can be bought.

Disney's Hercules (1997) - Born a God, majority of his life spent as a amazingly strong human, Hercules seeks belonging and purpose. With much training, he strives to become a hero and return to his rightful place on Mt Olympus with his father Zeus and mother Hera (remember: Disney take on the myth); Hercules chooses that he belongs in a life with with his love, Megan.

In conclusion, the common paradigm / story plot to these four films are deception & lies surround the story's main character. Climatically, the main character finds their truth; balance is attained and resolutions to most conflicts are achieved before end-credits are revealed. The main character lives 'happily ever after', 'the end' appears on screen. 

awesome. let's roll credits! 

*smiles*

... of course you can find more info on all these via IMDb.com
In the end, I do recommend these four movies, I hope you can take the time to enjoy them as I did.

Kudos!

closing thoughts: I have seen many movies in my lifetime readers are always welcome to see my reviews on my Flixster ratings page: http://www.flixster.com/user/793353419/ratings/

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Raggedy Ann (Memories occuring April 7th)

Oh my! She was just lonely there and I just had to have her.

At that time; my thoughts urged Raggedy Anne, would make a great gift to someone special like my niece. She smelled clean. In addition to being affordable, I can also give her a quick 'laundry' clean and gift her to someone special. Perfect!

...and imagine! she was only $7.99; Looked online for retail prices for an item like she. Retail prices online show she's about $25 in value. Good Condition. Raggedy Ann is about 29" she's large!

Like a caveman would after a good hunt, I hulled my new found treasure to the register for purchase. The staff at Goodwill Thrift Store in Sherman Oaks, CA were all smiles. Obviously, my excitement was uncontainable at the moment my eyes had laid sight on her.

After a quick Metro ride, she's with me at my place; safe and sound. I had saved her from a lonely show in the Goodwill Thrift shop. Raggedy Andy was no where to be found! A good girl mustn't be left alone like that! Vulnerable and lonely, she needed me most.

I sat her down on my couch and took a sweet pic. Here's a photo of herself that night when she arrived at my apartment.



btw: If you haven't noticed yet. She's a large rag doll.

"Hello World!:, meet Ann... she was lonesome.
She has a home now with me. She's best known as Raggedy Ann. Although, I think she is not at all Raggedy.

Saving Snails

Have you even picked up a snail from its shell only to escort them to the other side of the sidewalk? How awful would its fate be if it had gotten squished under someone's shoe!

When I got caught, how embarrassed and silly I must've felt. Someone once said to me I was going to heaven for sure. *lmao* That one evening after a rain shower, He had caught me at the heat of my rescue. His remark on my actions has made waves to this very day.

Life is full of sweet simplicities.

Anyhow, off topic:this dreamwork's movie coming out in theaters. "Turbo"
My imagination and thoughts get the better of me; I image maybe that snail which I rescued later made it big in hollywood...
*smiles - hahaha*



--can't wait to see the flick when it gets released in theaters later this year.

edit/addendum: 10/29/2013
Has anyone watched "Turbo" the snail movie?I have. My jaw drops cause the story takes place in the San Fernando Valley! The 101 freeway is referenced. In addition, the snails mention in dialogue: the city of Van Nuys, California! whoa.In addition, I think I know which stripmall Taco stand they modified for its storyline! yup, I ate there after the movie. Of course, it doesn't look like the Taco stand in the movie, but the joint is the only Taco stand in the San Fernando Valley (specifically Van Nuys) that is located in a stipmall - business name: "Tacos Mexicano". naw-uh! In the movie turbo, it's Dos Bro Tacos...

article sources:
Online Source A 
Online Source B

Turbo is released on Bluray on November 12th 2013

Monday, May 6, 2013

*smiles* Welcome to my Crib *smiles*

My Los Angeles Housing Department Inspection May 2013

This month of May will be a very busy one. I have a couple inspections: one for Los Angeles Housing Department, today the 6th; and another with my management, Caring House Ministries.

They are both housing inspections, however different in nature. With LA Housing Department, they inspect on 'municipal Chapter 16 Code Violations' within the apartment, about three years or so, each tenant gets a visit with management beside them. With Caring House Ministries, they inspect cleanliness and upkeep the apartment.

This youtube video was taken today: (There are a few or more things I need to organize; however, not sweating the work until the 16th. I can say that my apartment looks 'lived-in')

please feel free to go to the youtube link and watch. The video is without dialogue and my record is playing music in the background. **be aware, I'm still uploading, the video will be live 11am -ish**




Update: (5/18/2003) Video Upload for 5/16/2013 CHM inspection

In conclusion, these type of inspections for my apartment keeps me on check and disciplines myself to maintain order in my apartment. Weeks before the event, it's cleaning hell. Grease spots, dust, mopping, vacuuming, washing clothing, are on my cleaning checklist. When my visitors arrive, they are welcomed to provide feedback and constructive criticism. *smiles*