The hidden cameras in the front of my car must've brought mixed emotions from everyone that have watched me behind the wheel driving, or from watching the view from the front of my car as it was in motion all this time.
The hidden camera that is part of the front grill of my car, must've revealed the amount stop signs that I've rolled passed, or the red lights that I've had run in the past. It must've also revealed how close I driven to other vehicles, or the distance that I've stopped to the vehicle in front of me at stop signs or traffic lights. Well with all of this exposure at the front of my car, it was only a matter of time that the hidden camera in my front grill was to invite some pissed off jack ass, to stage and sabotage a rear end accident. An unfortunate event for me, that actually occurred tonight on the way to Sunday Evening Service.
The Fact Is...is that I'm tracked and monitored quite closely everywhere I travel, I mean everywhere! Ever had street lamps turn off, or traffic lights turn color as you approach them? Well, when it's NOT the same street lamps and more like a random pattern of triggered activity on routes that I spontaneously take on occasion. Then it feels like condemnation! But by who? Well it's been this way for me for years now, and it's due to the mind games played by the NSA and their Federal Satellite Tracking System!
I supposed people continue to think that they own me, with every part of my life being so overexposed, which is a belief that will NEVER-EVER be true! Not because of tax dollars, Not because I should be their slave, Nor the mere mis-perception of my identity. The hidden surveillance cameras in every part of my life are things I'm powerless in doing anything about; but I've grown to condition myself to force all or most of it into oblivion. Otherwise functioning with politeness and civility, with others around me would very close to impossible.
Do you ever get tired of looking straight into hidden cameras that are in your living space or car space? I got rid of my car review mirror a while back! My laptop camera portal is covered. However, I look at the computer modem on the backside of my laptop on a daily basis, I look at the surrounding light switches, desk lamp, door hinges, fire alarms, oven digitation, tv, fans, clocks, house heaters, heater gages, overhead room lamps, toilet hoses, bolts, screws, toilet levers, bath faucets, the bathroom mirror, car speakers, car heating vents, etc... on and on and on! It's just a pitiful and pathetic life really!
Well anyway, my Armed Forces Car Insurance, takes over from here regarding the Succesful Sabotage effort to my car's front end this evening, and it may just be unknown as to when it will get fixed. Furthermore, I don't really know for certain now if the hidden camera is still working in front there, but than again it'll be just a period of time in reading the publics responses that will really affirm this.
Being in my own OBLIVIOUS world in public places that tend suffocate me with all of their surveillance cameras, is really key to my survival to most of my unjust and unconstitutional overexposure!
Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Freedom!
"An act of Love, to display pure truths, breeds forth Freedom!"
My love for thy neighbor or enemies through fighting for the very safety of their own lives, to display the pure truths about who I in fact am, should only bring forth the right, to freely live in privacy!
Most Sincere.
Mickey Tovio Scanlan
My love for thy neighbor or enemies through fighting for the very safety of their own lives, to display the pure truths about who I in fact am, should only bring forth the right, to freely live in privacy!
Most Sincere.
Mickey Tovio Scanlan
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Jean
Jean is the cousin of Curtis Pore'e, Michelle's father.
I saw someone that looked very similar to Jean in the King County Library, Bothell Branch, this afternoon. But knowing Jean she wouldn't have dressed like this woman, although Jean may just have been a retiree for many years now. The Jean I knew would be found suited with class, and would instead be found wearing dress slacks. dress shoes, a blouse and a dress scarf, along with an heavy overcoat out in public during this winter time. Jean is a mother, probably a grandmother today, but the name of her fully grown daughter unfortunately eludes my mind.
When I saw the actual Jean last, she was a career woman living in Cal, Berkeley University Heights Area, and was very high in the pay scale that would probably be equal to that of a Departmental Head Job Description, responsible in making quite a bit of important decisions for the department, a functional part of the organization that which I'm really not exactly certain about. But I was also informed by Jean, that she had also attained a degree, in Culinary Arts one day during our lunch hour together.
Jean at that time, was married to a caucasion man, (John?) whom once was a United States Naval Chaplain that eventually became a former faculty member of Cal University, teaching courses in Religion and Christianity. Moreover, as I recall, he was also possibly a member of University Cal Berkeley's, Board of Regents.
My first initial meeting with Jean and her husband (John?), was with Michelle in Downtown San Francisco! We all had a great night out first watching a performance at the Opera House, followed with a light dinner and some non alcoholic drinks in some noisy yuppie restaurant. But then the mood changed upon reaching their parked car, for It wasn't amusing to have seen Jean loose her temper over a parking ticket left on the car windshield, just before giving Michelle and I a ride home, instead of us utilizing the Bart Transit System from which we came earlier that evening.
On another occasion, Jean asked Michelle and I if we were available to paint their reading room within their home, and we were candid in accepting to carry out her request. We did it in a quite pragmatic professional fashion all afternoon, with having it fully completed just before their plans to leave to a formal engagement together that early evening. Her husband (John) arrived home from work, and found that we did a splendid job, however, the smell of the paint used in this project could have made anyone noxious or light headed; and that's when I learned from Jean then, that her husband (John?) had a regimented routine of taking walks around their hillside neighborhood a few times a week, just to relieve some stress and clear his mind from a long day in the academia environment.
We were than invited to a dinner party at their place on another occasion, which is when I got to meet Jean's grown daughter from a previous relationship; and her date that night was Italian American that was employed as a teachers assistant, while as a PhD candidate attending University of Cal, Berekely. Michelle unfortunately didn't get along much with Jean's daughter, which maybe it was due to competition between their beauty or how light their skin complexion are, their privilege status, educational level, or possibly jealousy with past suitors between them; I really can't clarify the underlying premise to this conflict between these two cousins. Well, (John?) Jean's husband decided to take me to their basement wine cellar, and kindly tried to enlighten me on the difference in taste with red wine, and white wine as they age over time, and I thought to myself as a young man of 24 years of age, that there really is some serious logic, and science behind aging alcohol for the sake of consumer demand and consumption.
The very last night that I saw Jean, was when Michelle's parents, Mutsuko and Curtis were in Cal, Berkeley town visiting just days before the end of Michelle's last semester at Cal in 1994. It was a real good dinner party for us all, because Michelle was the first of amongst both her siblings to graduate from a four year educated institution. Nevertheless, I myself for the first time felt welcomed, accepted and initiated into the Poree family that night, at Jean and (John's?) Place.
The time period then, was when Michelle and I were just newly weds having eloped in Reno, NV. and would soon be vacating her one bedroom apartment while in the process of completing her last Academic Fall Semester at the University of Cal, Berkeley in 1994. We made plans to move back to Seattle, WA. to my awaiting one bedroom apartment on The Ave, or located on University Way in U-District of Seattle. That which I paid the rent for through January 1995, while taking the 1994 Fall Quarter Off. This was after my first initial quarter with University of Washington in the Summer of 1994 began; with the intentions to continue on with my academic quarterly schedule, in the Winter Quarter beginning in January of 1995, which is when we were completely successful in moving back to Seattle, WA as a married couple then.
Michelle's Uncle Pete, a long time friend and former US Army buddy of Curtis Poree, who's quite an amusing and interesting guy once you to get to know him. Well, during the beginning stage in moving to Seattle, WA. her (stained) Futon was given to Uncle Pete, and his Creo Wife as a gift, who owned a home located in one of the Southern States. Uncle Pete's last words of wisdom to me, was "Don't stop being a gentleman and continue to open the door for your wife, regardless of your age." Little did Uncle Pete know than, that foreign and domestic auto makers would eventually create cars that are smarter or more convenient for car owners these days. An example of this would be, a small remote control clever and capable enough to be latched onto a key chain only to simultaneously unlock all the vehicle doors, while approaching a vehicle from a certain distance. But Uncle Pete's certainly still right, for there are other ways in being a respectful gentleman to women, other than just from opening a car door for your woman.
Finally, my intuitive knowledge tells me that all of my past written letters directed to Michelle, that have gone to the address in Milton, WA. is actually to the home address of Jean, who also may just as well be both a retiree and a widow today; and where Michelle resides I suppose, on occasion.
Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan
I saw someone that looked very similar to Jean in the King County Library, Bothell Branch, this afternoon. But knowing Jean she wouldn't have dressed like this woman, although Jean may just have been a retiree for many years now. The Jean I knew would be found suited with class, and would instead be found wearing dress slacks. dress shoes, a blouse and a dress scarf, along with an heavy overcoat out in public during this winter time. Jean is a mother, probably a grandmother today, but the name of her fully grown daughter unfortunately eludes my mind.
When I saw the actual Jean last, she was a career woman living in Cal, Berkeley University Heights Area, and was very high in the pay scale that would probably be equal to that of a Departmental Head Job Description, responsible in making quite a bit of important decisions for the department, a functional part of the organization that which I'm really not exactly certain about. But I was also informed by Jean, that she had also attained a degree, in Culinary Arts one day during our lunch hour together.
Jean at that time, was married to a caucasion man, (John?) whom once was a United States Naval Chaplain that eventually became a former faculty member of Cal University, teaching courses in Religion and Christianity. Moreover, as I recall, he was also possibly a member of University Cal Berkeley's, Board of Regents.
My first initial meeting with Jean and her husband (John?), was with Michelle in Downtown San Francisco! We all had a great night out first watching a performance at the Opera House, followed with a light dinner and some non alcoholic drinks in some noisy yuppie restaurant. But then the mood changed upon reaching their parked car, for It wasn't amusing to have seen Jean loose her temper over a parking ticket left on the car windshield, just before giving Michelle and I a ride home, instead of us utilizing the Bart Transit System from which we came earlier that evening.
On another occasion, Jean asked Michelle and I if we were available to paint their reading room within their home, and we were candid in accepting to carry out her request. We did it in a quite pragmatic professional fashion all afternoon, with having it fully completed just before their plans to leave to a formal engagement together that early evening. Her husband (John) arrived home from work, and found that we did a splendid job, however, the smell of the paint used in this project could have made anyone noxious or light headed; and that's when I learned from Jean then, that her husband (John?) had a regimented routine of taking walks around their hillside neighborhood a few times a week, just to relieve some stress and clear his mind from a long day in the academia environment.
We were than invited to a dinner party at their place on another occasion, which is when I got to meet Jean's grown daughter from a previous relationship; and her date that night was Italian American that was employed as a teachers assistant, while as a PhD candidate attending University of Cal, Berekely. Michelle unfortunately didn't get along much with Jean's daughter, which maybe it was due to competition between their beauty or how light their skin complexion are, their privilege status, educational level, or possibly jealousy with past suitors between them; I really can't clarify the underlying premise to this conflict between these two cousins. Well, (John?) Jean's husband decided to take me to their basement wine cellar, and kindly tried to enlighten me on the difference in taste with red wine, and white wine as they age over time, and I thought to myself as a young man of 24 years of age, that there really is some serious logic, and science behind aging alcohol for the sake of consumer demand and consumption.
The very last night that I saw Jean, was when Michelle's parents, Mutsuko and Curtis were in Cal, Berkeley town visiting just days before the end of Michelle's last semester at Cal in 1994. It was a real good dinner party for us all, because Michelle was the first of amongst both her siblings to graduate from a four year educated institution. Nevertheless, I myself for the first time felt welcomed, accepted and initiated into the Poree family that night, at Jean and (John's?) Place.
The time period then, was when Michelle and I were just newly weds having eloped in Reno, NV. and would soon be vacating her one bedroom apartment while in the process of completing her last Academic Fall Semester at the University of Cal, Berkeley in 1994. We made plans to move back to Seattle, WA. to my awaiting one bedroom apartment on The Ave, or located on University Way in U-District of Seattle. That which I paid the rent for through January 1995, while taking the 1994 Fall Quarter Off. This was after my first initial quarter with University of Washington in the Summer of 1994 began; with the intentions to continue on with my academic quarterly schedule, in the Winter Quarter beginning in January of 1995, which is when we were completely successful in moving back to Seattle, WA as a married couple then.
Michelle's Uncle Pete, a long time friend and former US Army buddy of Curtis Poree, who's quite an amusing and interesting guy once you to get to know him. Well, during the beginning stage in moving to Seattle, WA. her (stained) Futon was given to Uncle Pete, and his Creo Wife as a gift, who owned a home located in one of the Southern States. Uncle Pete's last words of wisdom to me, was "Don't stop being a gentleman and continue to open the door for your wife, regardless of your age." Little did Uncle Pete know than, that foreign and domestic auto makers would eventually create cars that are smarter or more convenient for car owners these days. An example of this would be, a small remote control clever and capable enough to be latched onto a key chain only to simultaneously unlock all the vehicle doors, while approaching a vehicle from a certain distance. But Uncle Pete's certainly still right, for there are other ways in being a respectful gentleman to women, other than just from opening a car door for your woman.
Finally, my intuitive knowledge tells me that all of my past written letters directed to Michelle, that have gone to the address in Milton, WA. is actually to the home address of Jean, who also may just as well be both a retiree and a widow today; and where Michelle resides I suppose, on occasion.
Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
The Fact Is...
The Fact Is...that everyone in the public knows I'm under constant 24/7 investigative surveillance by the United States Federal Law Enforcement Agencies. This knowledge does include my own family members, VA Psychiatrists, VA Psychologists or even the US Army Recruiters that I've already paid official visits to in the past; the problem for me in this matter is that I'm forced or left out of the honesty loop, and can't seem to prove this on my own, unless with an official legal attorney's assistance.
What will get all others to tell the truth that I'm am not fictitiously imagining things about me be constantly monitored 24 hours a day, 7 days a week by federal law enforcement agencies?
What will get me to re-enlist into the US Army is apparently a mental health waiver by my VA Psychiatrist, about me not having a Schizophrenic Paranoid Delusion Disorder, when The Fact Is...that the VA Psychiatrist already knows that this 24/7 Constant Federal investigative Surveillance Operation, is REAL, and that I'm already entitled to a Waiver or a Letter of approval to be "Fit For Duty!" to re-enlist into the US Army!
What will it take get me a Pro-Bono Attorney without any difficulty? The Fact Is... every attorney in the world already knows everything about me and my story, about being under 24/7 federal investigative surveillance monitoring. Moreover, every attorney knows that they would need to prove to these federal law enforcement agencies with official documented evidence, on everything that solidifies without a questionable doubt on who I truly am. That seems simple enough, but the Fact Is...It won't be that simple to find an Attorney in my favor, during these times of unusually extraordinary circumstances during WAR, with American Soldiers already found engaged in the serious conflicts currently over in the Middle East.
The Fact Is... the procedure to obtain Power of an Attorney for disclosing information about this federal investigation, and deliberating me as being mentally healthy, or absolutely sane does reinforce my VA Psychiatrist to grant me a Mental Health Waiver, which than helps to to re-enlist into the US Army; get pass Boot Camp/Warrior Training and eventually be eligible for transfer orders be deployed over into Afghanistan within the next several months.
I'll get away from this unfair, cruel and chaotic environment that I can't apparently do most anything about and am almost entirely burnt out with. But more importantly, The Fact is... that I instead could be deployed on over to some other unfair, cruel and chaotic country environment, and be able to do something seriously courageous, honorable and with zealous valor. Furthermore, The Fact Is...that I would be able to serve to protect our US Country's National Security and our Republic's Safety, and to never again have to fall victim to any kind of Domestic Spying Program brought against me. Because The Fact Is... I'll have the opportunity to prove that I was never the Enemy in my Domestic Spying Case in the first place, and will grow, develop and evolve into a well trained anti-terror United States Army Soldier, that eliminates Terrorists Threats against the United States found both foreign and domestic; and punishes those that commits wrongful, malicious and harmful acts of terrorism against the United States, and its Republic.
The Fact Is... that I'd like to start over in life at this age of 40, at retire at the age of 65 if I'm blessed to live that long; with all of this 24/7 federal surveillance overexposure nonsense behind me.
The Fact Is...that the US Army Recruiters already knows that I'm not fictitiously imagining things, and the Fact Is...that a VA Mental Health Waiver really SHOULDN'T be necessary for me to re-enlist into the US Army, and I should off to Boot Camp/Warrior Training in no time, and should eventually be eligible for battle deployment to Afghanistan just as well.
The Fact Is...that even if I eventually land in finding a job here in the United States as a civilian, making 50, 60 or 70K's a year, my life would be INDIFFERENT than from what it is today. NO PRIVACY! Not a nickel of my paycheck earned, will ever grant me my freedom to my God Given United States Constitutional Right To PRIVACY, it is due to the fact that we Americans again, are living in times of unusually extraordinary circumstances during WAR, that's heightened ever more so importantly to fight against Terrorism!
The Fact Is...that United States Constitutional Civil Rights rendered to United States Nationals, Born in an American Territory like American Samoa such as myself, becomes a Privilege, in the SKEWED minds of our US Federal Law Enforcement Agencies. The Fact Is...that A United States National, like myself, should be treated with very little or no difference regarding my Civil Constitutional Rights versus those that are actual United States Citizen. Especially when I'm a United States Navy Veteran of WAR that served in and during "Operation Desert Storm!" from December, 1990 to May, 1991, onboard the USS TARAWA, LHA-1.
The Fact Is... that if I can afford to hire attorney as a Civilian that FAILS to assist me in gaining my United States Constitutional Rights to Privacy, than it would be just better off going to battle in Afghanistan instead. Because The Fact Is...that while in battle on the same side as my own oppressors today, the United States Federal Government; it becomes my only logical choice I have to eventually be liberated and granted my Decency and Dignity to live with a Private Life, and to ultimately Pursue True Happiness as an American, in the United States of America today.
Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan
P.S.
On another note, I think I may have seen my ex-wife Michelle AGAIN tonight, over at one of the Safeway Supermarkets; I may have briskly walked past her with just a glance her way. I wish she would have shoved me or made some physical contact to get my attention. Because once my earphones are on, and the volume turned up to its maximum, I tend to be in my own oblivious world. This is my coping strategy, that helps me from being over-stimulated by the cruel chaotic world out there that sees every bit of me, while under 24/7 constant surveillance.
But you know, it would be very good for me to beseech or confide in a truly good friend with a very familiar face from long ago, during these days of unusually extraordinary circumstances during WAR.
God willing that we will still meet Michelle! You have my permission to touch, shove me or call out my name, especially while I have my earphones on. Really, please do!
What will get all others to tell the truth that I'm am not fictitiously imagining things about me be constantly monitored 24 hours a day, 7 days a week by federal law enforcement agencies?
What will get me to re-enlist into the US Army is apparently a mental health waiver by my VA Psychiatrist, about me not having a Schizophrenic Paranoid Delusion Disorder, when The Fact Is...that the VA Psychiatrist already knows that this 24/7 Constant Federal investigative Surveillance Operation, is REAL, and that I'm already entitled to a Waiver or a Letter of approval to be "Fit For Duty!" to re-enlist into the US Army!
What will it take get me a Pro-Bono Attorney without any difficulty? The Fact Is... every attorney in the world already knows everything about me and my story, about being under 24/7 federal investigative surveillance monitoring. Moreover, every attorney knows that they would need to prove to these federal law enforcement agencies with official documented evidence, on everything that solidifies without a questionable doubt on who I truly am. That seems simple enough, but the Fact Is...It won't be that simple to find an Attorney in my favor, during these times of unusually extraordinary circumstances during WAR, with American Soldiers already found engaged in the serious conflicts currently over in the Middle East.
The Fact Is... the procedure to obtain Power of an Attorney for disclosing information about this federal investigation, and deliberating me as being mentally healthy, or absolutely sane does reinforce my VA Psychiatrist to grant me a Mental Health Waiver, which than helps to to re-enlist into the US Army; get pass Boot Camp/Warrior Training and eventually be eligible for transfer orders be deployed over into Afghanistan within the next several months.
I'll get away from this unfair, cruel and chaotic environment that I can't apparently do most anything about and am almost entirely burnt out with. But more importantly, The Fact is... that I instead could be deployed on over to some other unfair, cruel and chaotic country environment, and be able to do something seriously courageous, honorable and with zealous valor. Furthermore, The Fact Is...that I would be able to serve to protect our US Country's National Security and our Republic's Safety, and to never again have to fall victim to any kind of Domestic Spying Program brought against me. Because The Fact Is... I'll have the opportunity to prove that I was never the Enemy in my Domestic Spying Case in the first place, and will grow, develop and evolve into a well trained anti-terror United States Army Soldier, that eliminates Terrorists Threats against the United States found both foreign and domestic; and punishes those that commits wrongful, malicious and harmful acts of terrorism against the United States, and its Republic.
The Fact Is... that I'd like to start over in life at this age of 40, at retire at the age of 65 if I'm blessed to live that long; with all of this 24/7 federal surveillance overexposure nonsense behind me.
The Fact Is...that the US Army Recruiters already knows that I'm not fictitiously imagining things, and the Fact Is...that a VA Mental Health Waiver really SHOULDN'T be necessary for me to re-enlist into the US Army, and I should off to Boot Camp/Warrior Training in no time, and should eventually be eligible for battle deployment to Afghanistan just as well.
The Fact Is...that even if I eventually land in finding a job here in the United States as a civilian, making 50, 60 or 70K's a year, my life would be INDIFFERENT than from what it is today. NO PRIVACY! Not a nickel of my paycheck earned, will ever grant me my freedom to my God Given United States Constitutional Right To PRIVACY, it is due to the fact that we Americans again, are living in times of unusually extraordinary circumstances during WAR, that's heightened ever more so importantly to fight against Terrorism!
The Fact Is...that United States Constitutional Civil Rights rendered to United States Nationals, Born in an American Territory like American Samoa such as myself, becomes a Privilege, in the SKEWED minds of our US Federal Law Enforcement Agencies. The Fact Is...that A United States National, like myself, should be treated with very little or no difference regarding my Civil Constitutional Rights versus those that are actual United States Citizen. Especially when I'm a United States Navy Veteran of WAR that served in and during "Operation Desert Storm!" from December, 1990 to May, 1991, onboard the USS TARAWA, LHA-1.
The Fact Is... that if I can afford to hire attorney as a Civilian that FAILS to assist me in gaining my United States Constitutional Rights to Privacy, than it would be just better off going to battle in Afghanistan instead. Because The Fact Is...that while in battle on the same side as my own oppressors today, the United States Federal Government; it becomes my only logical choice I have to eventually be liberated and granted my Decency and Dignity to live with a Private Life, and to ultimately Pursue True Happiness as an American, in the United States of America today.
Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan
P.S.
On another note, I think I may have seen my ex-wife Michelle AGAIN tonight, over at one of the Safeway Supermarkets; I may have briskly walked past her with just a glance her way. I wish she would have shoved me or made some physical contact to get my attention. Because once my earphones are on, and the volume turned up to its maximum, I tend to be in my own oblivious world. This is my coping strategy, that helps me from being over-stimulated by the cruel chaotic world out there that sees every bit of me, while under 24/7 constant surveillance.
But you know, it would be very good for me to beseech or confide in a truly good friend with a very familiar face from long ago, during these days of unusually extraordinary circumstances during WAR.
God willing that we will still meet Michelle! You have my permission to touch, shove me or call out my name, especially while I have my earphones on. Really, please do!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Tovio!
My Official Birth Certificate has my name listed as Mickey A. Scanlan. My official first and middle birth name is after my father's youngest brother, Mickey and my father's first name, Anthony (Tony).
Most of family or close friends, also knew my father by the Samoan name of Leo Scanlan, Leo is pronounced very similarly to the word, "Hail." He once told me that he had been given this nick name, "Leo", because "Leo" by definition in Samoan means "Voice" or "Volume!" Which suits him very well having been the lead singer in our family's musical band at one time. Nevertheless, is the fact that during Catholic Mass Every Sunday Morning or during the Holiday Season Especially, my father Leo, the Church's Choir Director have always had the loudest singing voice throughout the entire church congregation regardless of not having a mic. It's always been that way while being raised in his household, and still remains that way now that we've all become grown adults; and we've haven't ceased to be amazed of our father's natural ability to compose or orchestrate, the right chords or tunes, into real real good harmonic Choir Songs or Chorus Hymns.
I feel the need to inform everyone that my mother changed my Birth Name later, during the time of my Infant Baptism in the Catholic Church while my parents, my sister Luana and myself were still living in American Samoa, or on the Island of Tutuila. Luana and I were born in the same year of 1969, and are just 11 months apart; January 4th for Luana and December, 1st for myself. Every younger sibling thereafter the two of us were born in the State of Hawaii, such as: Bernadette (Berna) on December, 17th. Deborah-Francisi (Sisi) on May, 31st, Regina (Gina) on June, 27th and Patrick (Pat) on November, 28th.
So my middle name was changed to that of the Catholic Priest who baptized me in the presence of my parents, "Father Tovio." My mother who is known by many as Florina (Flo), or by the name of "Aniga" by all else in our family, thought at the time that It would a ideally proper for me to have a Polynesian Samoan name. This was opposed to keeping it as an American name that was fully and entirely from my Father's side of the family.
Therefore my Birth Name of, Mickey Anthony Scanlan was changed to my Infant Baptismal Name, of Mickey Tovio Scanlan instead.
Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan
Friday, December 11, 2009
Life!
Oh it is Ye Will, that shall be my Will, that my life be fulfilled! Amen!
~Mickey Tovio Scanlan
~Mickey Tovio Scanlan
Michelle!
It may have been, it may have not! But the fact is that I feel I had missed Michelle last night at the YMCA, in the weight room at the completion of my workout for the night.
I was finishing my workout with some sit ups on the decline bench, and than went onto do some oblique isolation twists. I was exhausted at the end of my mid section workout, and once off the bench, I headed straight for the nearest exit, but not before I glanced over at the leg press machine, the closest apparatus to me, and in the outcome of my glance, I noticed the freckles on this asian looking woman pressing away on the leg press machine. But I was exhausted, trying to catch my breath with just the exit and some water in mind.
Well I had a second thought about that gal on the leg press, and decided to make a loop looked back to the weight room. When I did, I found this young looking asian woman with the freckles was now doing tricep pull downs at the opposite end of the room from where I was suddenly standing looking in. I couldn't see her freckles, or her eyes this time around, which is what I was actually looking for in this woman, aside from her father's cheeks and her mother's nose. Michelle have eyes that are shaped with such unique beauty, that it compliments the light complexion to her face filled with freckles really well. This unique facial feature combination, although attractive tends to complicate what makes up her actual true racial ethnic background that may baffle others, with the exception of her family, or me her ex-husband. She's Creo-Asian American- Native American!
Well being completely exhausted for the night, and near sighted, from where I was standing at that point, I could only make out the pink shirt that she was wearing, hair color, height and overall figure, which could may well have been a very good match on what Michelle's overall image is today. I decided not to bother taking a closer look at that moment, but in RETROSPECT I believe I really should have. And it is due to this strong belief that If Mutsuko, her mother, was found sitting on the bench next to the Racket Ball Courts on another night in this particular YMCA, I now believe that Michelle could just as well been present at this particular YMCA last night.
I kept thinking tonight during my workout, that Michelle may also hopefully be there, or possibly on another night in the near future! Michelle and Mutsuko may just be members of this YMCA; and that I'd be lucky enough to have another opportunity to see them again. God Willing!
Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan
I was finishing my workout with some sit ups on the decline bench, and than went onto do some oblique isolation twists. I was exhausted at the end of my mid section workout, and once off the bench, I headed straight for the nearest exit, but not before I glanced over at the leg press machine, the closest apparatus to me, and in the outcome of my glance, I noticed the freckles on this asian looking woman pressing away on the leg press machine. But I was exhausted, trying to catch my breath with just the exit and some water in mind.
Well I had a second thought about that gal on the leg press, and decided to make a loop looked back to the weight room. When I did, I found this young looking asian woman with the freckles was now doing tricep pull downs at the opposite end of the room from where I was suddenly standing looking in. I couldn't see her freckles, or her eyes this time around, which is what I was actually looking for in this woman, aside from her father's cheeks and her mother's nose. Michelle have eyes that are shaped with such unique beauty, that it compliments the light complexion to her face filled with freckles really well. This unique facial feature combination, although attractive tends to complicate what makes up her actual true racial ethnic background that may baffle others, with the exception of her family, or me her ex-husband. She's Creo-Asian American- Native American!
Well being completely exhausted for the night, and near sighted, from where I was standing at that point, I could only make out the pink shirt that she was wearing, hair color, height and overall figure, which could may well have been a very good match on what Michelle's overall image is today. I decided not to bother taking a closer look at that moment, but in RETROSPECT I believe I really should have. And it is due to this strong belief that If Mutsuko, her mother, was found sitting on the bench next to the Racket Ball Courts on another night in this particular YMCA, I now believe that Michelle could just as well been present at this particular YMCA last night.
I kept thinking tonight during my workout, that Michelle may also hopefully be there, or possibly on another night in the near future! Michelle and Mutsuko may just be members of this YMCA; and that I'd be lucky enough to have another opportunity to see them again. God Willing!
Most Sincere,
Mickey Tovio Scanlan
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