Day: June 24, 2007

  • 20070624-Daily Diary

    Woke up early again at around 02:00AM or 04:00AM.
    Blogged until 07:00AM.
    Early morning sunrise was shining to my eyes.
    Slept again to my left.
    Rays of sun shine did not hurt my eyes.
    Saw bluish, whitish rings going clockwise and counterclockwise.
    Probably in my dreams.

    Heard Paw wake me up time to eat around 11:30AM lunch.
    Had slow lunch of pancit bihon and bbq chicken from two days ago.
    BBQ was for Turd too but he said he would go on Sat. instead.

    Maw and I danced to the cassette tape again.
    Maw slept until 0300PM.
    We went to Hancock fabric to look for her matching material of yellow with ocre flowers.
    The closest was a sheer rayon material at $1.95 yard. She got ½ a yard.

    We went to the Target upstairs and got one 12 quart plastic container for her feet during showering. I got a $7.99 plastic container for the parakeet seed. This is smaller and had moved the larger on to the garage.

    We exited to the right and to the sunshine were we found the Mazda. I had to edge forward because some old fart would have rear ended me while parked in the disabled parking lot.

    We debated on whether to eat halo-halo. But Paw decided to eat dinner instead. Because of his decision I ended up eating two ice cream – breyers chocolate vanilla bar and a peanut crunchy sugar cone from the freezer located in the garage.

    The parakeets were hollering for lack of food. Which was not given until 0630PM and while we had out dinner. Maw and I danced again to the cassette tape and then she showered while I blogged upstairs.

    Laundry was done in the morning and three bed linens were cleaned as well as some clothes from my hamper upstairs.

    The sky was clear blue skies with nice breeze in the evening. The end.

    I will decide to chew another bee pollen tablet. Yummy and sweet.

    Prior to the cassette tape workout, Maw ranted about Zinnia not visiting us to pick up packages to be delivered to Auntie Aida. I knew the foreigner would not appreciate older folks. These foreigners will suffer, die and be buried once and for all.

  • 20070623-Daily Diary

    Went to sleep early after dinner
    Woke up at 03:00AM
    Blogged until 06:30AM
    Went to sleep again until 10:00AM.
    Blogged until lunchtime.
    Danced to cassette tape with Maw.
    Iced her knee and did her pedicure.
    Went to mass with boy and girl.
    Maw still pissed of at Brat’s attire and messy hairs do.
    Girl wears shirt buttoned all the way down; with shirt covering boob.
    Airheads joined us for dinner at Black Angus.
    Noticed Asian Paw across from me had no shoes on while eating dinner.
    I was clearly mad. My bio-units were mad. The waiter noticed too.
    Told Maw we are over run. Many to our left and right.
    Airhead keeps flickering her ring in my face.
    Boy offered to pay dinner. Asked him if he could afford. He said no.
    Paw paid anyway.

    Clear blue sky the whole day.
    Parakeets had fresh air. Had to cover cage of YeYo to keep her from quivering.
    Was originally on narrow wooden chair outdoors earlier after I removed her from next to bigger cage.

    Exercised to cassette tape with Maw after dinner.
    Paw was slower to get relaxed.
    Parakeet sang and bobbed their heads with us from 08:25PM to 09:55PM.
    Maw and Paw invited me to say their stupid rosary. It’s now 10:00PM.
    I am getting sleepy now.

    20070624-0815PM.
    Forgot that I took picture of folded napkins – two with flash one without.
    Heard free dinner for black couple at my 0300 position due to their anniversary.
    Mumbled they should eat stric-nine instead or something about proving it.
    Had to give front people a one for not looking friendly at all.
    They seated the three while Maw and I went hurriedly to the restroom.
    Brat asked why we were mad.
    His hair is disheveled and his clothes were inappropriate for evening mass.
    The girl had holes in her jeans too. I hate them both for being there.

  • 20070624-Largest Organ

    My bended fingers:
    From working so hard
    Un-straightened digits
    With some painful gout.

    My knobby knuckles:
    Staring like eyeballs
    By welcoming palm
    A fist to close its anger.

    My dry cuticles:
    Ragged with hangnails
    White canopy smile
    Dimples of snowflakes.

    My square, pointed nails:
    Trimmed closed to design
    Dark vertical lines
    Ridges as polish.

    My ten digit toes:
    Both index hammered —
    Right one towards top
    Left one to middle.

    Big toes — side bunions.
    Pinky callus and
    Under middle right.
    Heels of white train tracks.

    Head dander and flakes.
    Dry skin and acne.
    Elbows and knees joint
    Cracks like the dessert.

    Seven genetic poems of four-lined stanzas ‘describing skin conditions’ in free-verse.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20070624-Truth or Consequences

    ‘Truth is has no lies. Consequence is living lies.’

    I am currently unemployed. How that occurred is left to the people around me to found out for themselves. ‘The powers that be’ have done me a great favor by relieving me of my woes – working hard with unethical people who annoy me with their presence and inhaling the coughing fumes brought about by dirty resentments prior to be hired full-time about four years and four months ago to this date.

    The ‘human work forces’ had asked me if I am a target. What a stupid inquiry. These people should already know that people (such as myself), who have the potential to exposure the truth about big corporation, their dealings with anything involving money (which is truly driven by greed) and harming people at all levels, are primary targets for the same ‘powers that be’ that freed me from the confines as a cubicle slave in the first place.

    I may have been set as a target, if you will, recently. This is due to co-workers having read my blogs from the Yahoo! 360 accounts. The ability of these people to network and spread news related to my experiences worldwide is amazing. This is Silicon Valley. And the means to expose others for any weakness is relentless in the pursuit of getting the jobs that are done well – at the price of people being let go or left dead, whichever the price is the greatest.

    One example of my exposure to being a target included ‘Jerk Turdannatto’ that would tell me I’m cold hearted and I should warm myself under the sun while working from the old building where I believe are ghosts (due to a fire from one of the electrical room nearby my desk). He would harass me with inappropriate words of endearment and rattle the paper loudly in my ear in the new tower later. He still works at this place, by the way.

    Other examples included the mentioning of the author’s full name out loud by male co-workers after posting a blog about reading three angel books and the time when two male co-workers expressed how beautiful the white fluffy clouds were from the twelfth floor window by opening up the blinds after uploading several photos into my Flicker.com account. There are other creeps crawling around inside the tower and it’s in the middle of Silicon Valley.

    I would hear my co-workers brag about how they love to write as well. One example is ‘Feign Hurt’, who wanted to stay full-time and do other assignments not related to her original temporary work. Also, that ‘Hard-Core Red’ of all sorts did mention her ‘A’ on a paper from years ago. I do not understand why these people, including ‘LeNaval RedEyes’, wish to impress upon me who they are when I do not care at all. They should not bother contacting me now that I’m no longer working with them.

    No longer being a slave means I have free time to do researching and reports. Over the years I’ve compiled my discoveries into tidy archives. These archives are potential eye-openers, which are meant to shake the world. Every event that has affected me personally will, in effect, involve others on a grand scale.  Well, for those who do not already know who I am, I have already revealed some juicy data via my poems and blogs.

    But perhaps my evidence may not be valid or strong enough to warrant any action whatsoever from those who do not operate on the same page(s) as I do. Some of these people are supposed to protect us from harm and danger. And they may be the same people who live in fear for their own lives and people they love dearly. Or perhaps they have no fear because these people are by nature fearless and are unfortunately the source of our very own fears. They too should be forgiven.

    I am talking about ‘the powers that be’, or TPTB as the acronym is so aptly known. These are businessmen and officials. Each one is capable of covering each other. This is yet another network of dealings that do not always get to go behind bars because they have the monetary means to pay themselves out of any mess. Their technique is to drag the innocents as a shield to protect them from going further in to the hell spit where they truly belong.

    I consider myself an innocent for not knowing better and for not understanding that the world is crawling with the nasty sort of people that are called agents. These agents are sent and placed to work along side those whom they wish to win their trust and confidence. I am told that it’s not my fault for ever being a fall girl, if you will. And noone else is to be blamed except those not fully understanding how the world operates.

    So shall I continue to rant and rave by blogging daily and to play their games and sign every piece of man-made document with printed words meant to confuse the lay person, who has no means to a legal representation, who by default represent ‘the powers that be’! Or shall I finally report my findings to the local news, the authorities or ‘God’?

    If this world continues the path of illusion and falsehood, more people will expose the ends that promote war, famine, pestilence and death. For those who have not read my ‘Poems of Faith’, there are more beginnings and hope for those who feel like the end the world is near.

    The end of ‘the powers that be’ is near for those who do not offer justice and balance and for those who do not allow the operators to intervene on our behalf. Somehow I sense the tipping of the scales is occurring at the moment. We will find found sooner than later and better now than never.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.