Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Month: June 2006

  • 20060618-Enlightened Kitty

    ‘If something happens, be assured it was planned this way…’ (FDR)

    As part of my ongoing quest to seek the Truth, I managed to totally, like, confuse myself further with other quotes and philosophical ideas. The answers outside me are endless and pointless. And I have personally concluded that I will no longer question anything that does not make sense to me but believe and have faith that all is good and loving.

    This does not mean I will stop fighting for a cause or give up my current religious belief system. This does not mean I will revert to an uncivilized, unshaven monkey and start hurting the sleeping people who refuse to wake up to their personal chains of enslavement. I could only spoon feed some useful data to those who are willing to learn beyond the confines of their darkened caves.

    Tonight, I’ve quickly read various articles online, somewhat absorbed the data into my big brain and entered to this blog: of non-violence as the shield of God; of human experience as the best teacher; of destroying that which brings Truth; and of bringing down the barrier of insanity. The insane part is trying to find the answers.

    I can tell you right now the conspiracy theories are many and perhaps contain some data of truthfulness. I have been watching recent programs on televised cable networks on UFO’s, aliens, Masons and some weird codes. In the beginning, I watched those to my enjoyment. Later, I did my research, which led me to believe that I may have been playing a tiny part of this whole bull ‘spit’ all this time.

    Who knows? I only give my inner guidance credit for allowing me to explore the dating scene as an apprentice in love, for example. I’ve met strangers while waiting in line of a police station; attending a martial arts class for GE college credits; answered a newspaper ad once and found out he attended my high school and fell out of two relationships with co-workers from ten and three years ago.

    Back in 1998, I’ve posted some personal ads, started chatting online and meeting strangers this way. This form of communication is quick and decisive. There is less chance of misunderstanding when reading one’s thoughts this way. Plus, it is less lonely and boring. I’ve gone out with three so far and may have the courage to meet a fourth chatter in person.

    The first guy from eight years ago was a young lad, a genius and a son of a local police. I felt something was amiss and assumed that he was part of this whole dating scheme. I’ve never heard from him since that time. I didn’t understand why he simply disappeared.

    The second guy from six years ago got me involved with a bunch of people that may have pierced the third veil. Destiny has heard my thoughts to help those in need. And these people got my help via the sacrifice of my hard work. I gave everything I had knowing that nothing could be given away without a price, which is similar to a parable of the pearl.

    The third guy from five years ago had Asiatic eyes. He and another with similar eyes from twenty years ago were quite helpful, soft spoken and highly intelligent. I would consider my encounters with both of them as the fifth kind. I thank them for their presence.

    Now what is this Truth seeker trying to convey? This is difficult to explain because words cannot describe my personal experiences. Basically, the greatest price is losing one’s life to attain God as Truth. For example, one of my closest associates happens to be a ‘Moron’ and he almost lost his life in an auto accident.

    I personally do not believe this is a case of a mere accident. Because when some people get too close to the truth, they would end up losing their lives. If not their lives, some would get beaten up severely and thrown into jail to silence the truths.

    My point is the removal of these same hard working people would not stop God from teaching us hard lessons. Once again, I believe the real targets are not only the truth-seekers but the very people who try to pull us out of our existence as slaves to the unknown.

    My hardest lesson has yet to unfold as I try to explain to my readers that no life could exist without the divine blessing in the first place. I believe my purpose as a student in this lifetime is to share what I’ve come know and help whenever possible.

    I will have come full circle from working hard to sacrificing all to returning the fruits of my labor to those people who helped me realize my path. I still have no idea how I managed to survive to tell my stories.

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

  • 20060617-Friendly Lessons

    Friends may come and go. Good friends show their kindness in special ways and reciprocate with sincere appreciation. Those that teach us lessons the hard ways are not meant to be kind and not at all thankful.

    One co-worker has a good heart and habit of offering treats fresh fruits, chocolates or other sweets. She sometimes throws these on my desk. I don’t mind these kind gestures and have shared her lunch during days when I felt hungry or too lazy to get up from my desk to go downstairs to the cafeteria to feed myself. I have repaid her by buying her lunch one time. My boss sometimes covers for my lunch which I repay later with whatever cash withdrawal I have left from my bank.

    On 06-15-2006, I’ve received two food surprises. The first one was a free strawberry parfait sitting on my desk that morning. I’ve eaten that one for breakfast and don’t know who gave me that treat. Later on and in another vain attempt to interrupt my cross training with the brat, the other temp had given me a hard boiled egg with a pink stamp imprinted: ‘Best eaten before July 4, 2006’. I ate that one for lunch and without salt, which I could not locate in the mini lunch room.

    On 06-16-2006, I’ve received a surprise greeting from a chatter named ‘Regret Jackboot’. We met through a forum earlier this year. We chatted for thirty minutes until 06:15PM. There was little to say because this was his only time to get online. We talked about the weather and how his area reached 115 degrees. I described my area as being cool and breezy. Both our skies looked clear and blue.

    I learned that he was trying to land a new teaching job and to find relief from his ‘frustrated’ condition and that his Mom is doing fine after a dental appointment. For whatever reason, I knew he would suggest a visit to California. That’s not a bad idea but I wouldn’t know how to be good enough host to strangers. At least his webcam showed to me that he is not scary looking but a bit fleshy, which is fine by me.

    On 06-17-2006, we received a surprise visit from the airheads at 12:30PM. Brat claimed to need a map for Frisco. But we knew that this was an attempt was to invite Paw to a dim-sum meal, which Paw immediately refused and demanded only a hug prior to their leaving. The couple will attend tomorrow’s 07:00AM mass as a result.

    Maw clearly did not speak with Brat and pulled Twit upstairs to express her views that Brat was spending too much on unnecessary items and that they should save for their old age. And she showed Twit how I cleaned the upstairs to reduce the clutters created by Brat by packing up his remaining property. Maw has received reassurance from Twit who will take care of Brat.

    At least Brat, picked up his mail, two boxes of old models, one bag of stuffed animals and three brown paper bags of paints and varnishes. He has yet to pick up the expensive framed picture of a squirrel I gave to him as a gift; his punching bag and other items. He has picked up the message that we do not take kindly from the likes of his attitude and he wondered why I look like I am preoccupied with something.

    The lessons from friends are these little surprises. The lessons from enemies are of little surprise. Today as we ate our hot soup lunch of veggies and fish outdoors under the open patio and with the cool breeze blowing on the bright sunny day, we learned that people are teaching us how to be friends without conditions.

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  • 20060616-TC Tears

    At 02:20AM, TC died. I found out this morning at 08:35AM while I was cleaning out the tray of the parakeets. After washing the tray and counting the birds, I saw only six. I kept counting two or three more times and saw TC was not inside the cage. I didn’t know what happened to her.

    After I dried the wet tray, there upon the kitchen counter I found her wrapped in paper towel and in Paws writing. I took some pictures of the event and started to cry. I didn’t feel like going to work after that but had my job to complete.

    I looked at the parakeets and found that they were quiet. Pimon looked the most affected. I wanted to present to the parakeets what happened to TC and picked up the tiny package, which felt the warmth in my hands. Maw said the bird was stiff and cold earlier this morning.

    Yesterday evening, I tried to hand feed the ailing TC with her oat groats twice during my cleaning upstairs. She refused both times and would make cropping gestures with her head. I looked into her watery eyes and she looked at me. I knew her time was coming to pass onto the next vibration phase.

    Her death may have been expedited last night when I grabbed Yeyo, who had lots of poop stuck to her vent and the surrounding feathers. I knew the bird would not have a good night’s sleep and had to wash the bird clean. The parakeets scattered inside the cage as my hand searched for the yellow Lutino (a blue variety of parakeets with green being the other dominant color).

    They scattered again after I put Yeyo back into the cage. TC managed to climb back to a perch nearby the water and wobbled a little. I knew she had very little energy left because she was all fluffy from the ordeal. That was the last time I saw her as I tucked the birds in for a night. Maw and Paw claimed to have buried TC in the pet cemetery of our other parakeets at 11:00AM.

    Around 12:30PM, I cried a little at work before the damn network crashed. I then decided to leave work to go home for lunch and found both bio-units were in the middle of eating. I was feeling sad from the death of TC and cried more as Maw told stories about her friend, ‘M#rc#d#$ Dul@y’.

    ‘M#rc#d#s’ had a daughter named ‘Gr@c#’ who was stabbed to death by the estranged white husband many years ago. Although there was a restraining order, the daughter apparently opened the door one day to the guy thinking that everything would be fine.

    The story goes that her Maw felt something terribly wrong and went home from work to find that the daughter had died. The daughter was the favorite of three children and treated her mom nicely. The old lady could never forget the joy she brought to the old woman’s life.

    She had cried in front of !’ndy S@!s*n’ and Maw after mass this morning. She confided to Maw that her two remaining children would not take care of the lady in her old age. She was told to stop recalling the deceased daughter. The sad part of this story has been the cruelty of rejection that old people would face eventually.

    Maws crying prompted my crying and the flow of tears won’t stop as I enter this blog on Saturday. The tears of sadness, however, are not always shown in this manner. The sentiments of hurt are kept inside the heart and well hidden in memory of bio-units.

    During lunchtime, Maw expressed deep hurt that her boy, for example, would not take care of her in time of need. She instead confided to Paw and me that her angel, which is me, has been sent to help raise the bio-unit at such an early age of two years.

    Prior to my arrival from work this afternoon, Brat had called to find out the plans of Father’s Day. Paw answered the phone but the boy wanted to speak with Maw, who refused by ‘pretending’ to be sleeping as the boy proclaimed to Paw.

    Her refusal was due to Brats refusal to answer the door and open his heart to me when I delivered his property last Saturday. As a result and in turn, Paw expressed his refusal to have a meal together with the couple.

    Tears that flowed were for TC, our parakeet friend and mother to four children. My tears flowed from hearing stories of sadness from people who have experienced happiness and joy from others. Today has been a reminder that death releases the old from the burden of pain, suffering and misery.

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    Saturday June 17, 2006 – 12:13pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060614-Nosy Brats

    I often wonder why people scratch their noses or heads. Itchiness is a primary factor for boogers to be picked and gray hairs to be pulled. Social gestures to show bad odor and uncertainty are other reasons for scratching noses or heads, respectively.

    Scratching is a normal bodily function. Talking is a normal social skill. But when certain co-workers start talking too much about personal data or too frequently to waste company time, I assume they are too comfortable at work and forget they are in public.

    No life is meant to be spent alone in a cubicle. And that is where people who love being in the limelight come into play. And they share themselves like an open book to the public and without any hesitation of fear or embarrassment.

    Stories are meant to be told and some co-workers share their personal lives with others as families would do at home. Some stories are quite funny and sometimes events are remembered as painful.

    This shows that everyone has a story that is personal no matter how uninviting. There are certain persons who would start the story and then find ways to extract a bit of information from their audience in similar situations.

    One temporary worker, for example, always interrupts someone else’s conversation that happens to be within her earshot and without fail. Then she would ask all these questions and start telling her stories that could last up to ten minutes.

    That is where I draw the line because it is too easy to participate and disclose data that would not and should not matter in the end. There is nothing to hide from honest people but when work needs to be done talking should stop too.

    I find chatting online with co-workers convenient. Chatting allows us to communicate faster and without the use of the phones, which I never use no matter how urgent the issue. This is because my plan is not to work with this company any longer, by the way.

    Chatting online is also rather imposing because this allows users to verify information for later archiving and retrieval. Another temporary worker, for example, wanted me to verify the spelling of the last name to the sister of one of his closest friend, who was my deceased cousin.

    If they were close friends, he should not have forgotten in the first place or have messaged me either. I do not know this character even though he claims to be related to me in some way. My company does have a way of providing nosy temporary workers.

    As a matter of fact, ‘’Fancy Soul’ is very fidgety with his arm flaying in the air and acts too confident to know better. His eyes are also red and if blood shot sometimes. He also does get the sniffles as if he had been crying and rubs his nose afterwards.

    When people start to rub someone up the wrong way, they are not at fault sometimes. Some simply keep talking about non related work activities without realizing that they are annoying. These people waste no time speaking their minds without intending to do any harm whatsoever.

    And that is not fair for the receiving end, especially another co-worker, who has to deal with the cross training of these temporary workers. There seems to be no end to ‘Feign Hurt’s’ nit picking questions about every detail to do her work, which is slow going.

    If there could be justice served, this company could do us a favor and stop these annoying people from using up the time of us senior members and find those that won’t scare the normal ones away from ever coming back to work.

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

  • 20060612-Small World

    Close friends should always be there in time of needs. But sometimes not all of them are close at heart or readily available. Some friends are complete strangers who could be much closer by association.

    This morning I found out that Randy S., one of my temporary workers at this company, is a ‘cousin.’ He came to my desk and revealed he is related by the husband, who is from Cavite of Philippines of my aunt ‘Mal-Death’, whom I’ve blogged about around Mother’s Day.

    He mentioned that his grandmother is buried next to my paternal grandfather and that my cousins – ‘Kitty Lee,’ ‘Toy-Rin,’ and ‘Teri-Rin’ – attended his parties. ‘Mal-Death’ drove the boy during high school too. And that he lives nearby in Union City.

    When someone marries a Filipino, both sides are already kamag-anak (birth by-child or relative). It does not matter if you are blood related but the fact that both are no longer strangers but related in some special way.

    But anytime a couple divorces, almost in all likelihood both sides do not take too much interest each other, by not attending parties, for example or completely ignoring the affected individuals.

    Randy S. is truly one of my own because he, like me, does works hard and fast. Two of my other Filipino co-workers, who crossed trained him, know that he understands new data quickly and can navigate through our system with ease.

    If I were the hiring manager, I would definitely keep this young lad, who is twenty-five years young and who has lots of working energy. He would make a great replacement for me when my time comes to leave the company.

    My recent bouts with flare ups definitely signal to me that desk jobs do contribute to my ‘pain in the butt’. Moreover, I prefer not to do business with relatives. He and I work well together before we learned of our relation.

    My problem is that he does communicate with my East Bay cousins more than that of Brat and me from the South Bay. He probably would report to them of my working life and other personal information I might happen to share.

    Honestly, this complicates my leaving this company because Filipino who know other Filipinos tend to gossip to the extreme. I prefer privacy and my own relatives, whom I feel are strangers to me at best, should not be too well informed about me.

    I know that somehow the world is vast. Yet the smaller ones revolve around the people with whom we work daily. Work is like a second home and this temp already seemed like family to me prior to today’s revelation.

    I hope he stays to become my replacement because if he does that means I will definitely leave for my sake. There should no reason to fear or believe my cousins are aware of my personal Yahoo! 360 account, right?

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

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  • 20060611-Silently Busy

    My day has been very slow but productive as I kept busy around the house. At 10:30AM I heard the garage door slam downstairs. This signaled that my bio-units are out of the house. I did my usual morning routine.

    My body did not feel like responding to any movement at all and thought I was low on energy. So I drank a small amount of coffee drink, which didn’t work, and then orange juice from the fridge.

    I waited for a boost as I lay on my bed. I craned my head upward to look outside my window and saw the nice blue skies. This was another refreshing day as the cool wind blows through my window. Later in the afternoon, there were pop corn clouds. In the evening, wispy vertical clouds came forth in the western horizon.

    There was little hope of any recovery as the lethargy of blogging in the morning until 04:30PM continues to weigh upon me. So I lay on my computer bed and did the same as I wait for any motivation.

    I sighed and went downstairs and started removing items from my bio-unit’s closet that belonged to the linen and storage closets upstairs. After bagging almost a dozen pairs of old eyeglasses and cases and stuffed away in another cabinet, I proceeded to organize smaller plastic drawers for Maws sewing and medical supplies.

    The items were illogically organized. Buttons were in the thread compartment; splinters were mixed in with bandages and leftover garters and scraps materials had no place. The mess made me frustrated as I did my best to make sure this won’t happen again. But I know my efforts will be temporary.

    I have placed Maws personally knitted wears, her sweaters and some shirts haphazardly to the original shelves where I removed boxed items, such as baby and christening clothes, an old childhood vaporizer which is now in the garage with other rarely used appliances, and a box of figurines meant to be gifted as junk.

    Then the pain of transferring between two cleared closets upstairs began. I could not decide how to start and had to stop my brain from thinking and meditated for an answer. Nothing inspirational came to mind as I debated between the ‘electronic’ closet and the ‘paper’ closet.

    Two old computers and one monitor were already sitting in my computer closet. So this would be the ‘electronic’ closet, which now contains Paw old projector; projector screen and other electronic goods, such as an old Atari system with game cartridges; old negatives of photos; and more of Paws accessories to photography.

    The ‘paper’ closet is already loaded with toilet paper and paper towels which were brought from the parking lot sale of a military facility. Old hangers made of wood, wires, plastics and of various shapes and sized hang here. Some holiday figurines; decorations; gift wrapping accessories from downstairs and the garage have been stored in this closet.

    I had to move four carry on downstairs to be stored underneath the stairs with the rest of the luggage. I had Paw throw a useless one without its leather handle. I found three more of Brats property but have stored the Atari cartridges with the unit and dumped the two in the garage for later pick up.

    Nearby was the front door closet, which is directly in front of the main door. I kept this door open to aerate the odor from Paws’ leather jackets while I placed my snowboard from underneath the stairs to the closet on the right. I had to move the jackets over and hang three long umbrellas to the right.

    My next closet was the linen. But I had to eat lunch and feed Maw who had walked around the backyard. She is beginning to look at our fluffy white clouds above. This is encouraging her to see pictures in the clouds too. I love taking pictures and show her what I see from my camera.

    Paw was ironing his new clothes. It seems that he also bought a new pair of slippers earlier this morning. Since he couldn’t find some nice cotton pairs, he opted for the leather ones. He likes the open toes and not the kinds that strap between the toes.

    I don’t like those painful straps either. My toes are already spaced far apart. While on this subject, tight shoes and high heels are eliminated from my wardrobe. I am down to the same ugly pair of fake black leather pumps and my white rubber shoes for running.

    So upstairs I went and cleaned up the small hallway cabinet. This one is designated for holiday table clothes and napkins. I couldn’t believe I found leftover materials with red trucks and two styles of kitchen window coverings. I found a white oblong napkin with green embroidery all by itself and placed it on our alter space nearby.

    I vacuumed more spider webs from the closets and from the shelves. The linen closet was confusing because we have more miss matches than necessary. There was enough space for two more hampers. I found a plastic caddy with four small shelves from the kitchen and requested Maw to buy me the same one in lime green color to match.

    So I stuffed washcloths and hand towels here and left the bottom shelf to the large towels. I do not understand the logic for having too many towels for so few people living in this house. Maybe this is for emergency or flooding purposes or for guests that never seem to come by.

    The middle shelf remained for bed sheets and bed spreads. The top shelf smelled moldy as I stuffed the four ruffled bed skirts; replaced two boxes of blankets from the ‘paper’ closet; and folded two bed liners and a blanket. The remaining blankets are either currently in use or remain downstairs in my bio-units’ closet.

    By 05:00PM, the day slowed down to feeding the ailing TC by hand with oat groats and taking my much needed shower. Later I found Maw coming upstairs to remove and replace the pillow case from Brat’s purple pillow to mine. We didn’t deliver this one and three other items to the boy because Paw felt the boy would come by to pick up later on. We then ate dinner.

    Maw seemed lonely and came upstairs. She requested I help her exercise her left leg by leaning on her bend leg towards her front. Later she wanted to hear a Filipino favorite on cassette tape but I had to retrieve her boom box from her bedroom. The heavy stereo looked great on Brats’ armoire.

    I didn’t realize she would stay this long upstairs. We soon danced to two musics and I found that we synchronized our dance steps towards the end of the second tune. She, like Grandma Val, is very graceful. I, on the other hand, am too stiff and my steps are not light. I do leave heavy print marks behind, by the way.

    I tried to entertain her some more by measuring the distance from and between the walls of the armoire and the dresser. The vacuum couldn’t clear one side and had to take out all the drawers of one piece and move a bit to the right each time. I used my middle finger to measure the distance of exactly two inches from the wall. My middle finger is exactly three inches to the knuckle.

    I was getting a headache from her loud music and the closed windows. Earlier Maw wanted my windows closed because she felt cold. I felt suffocated and wanted to get out the same room because of the heat and her smell. There was also this pressure head ache as I lighted my two candles before my make shift alter upstairs for the night.

    By 08:30PM, Maw claimed that she needed to use the bathroom downstairs. And I finally could rest. I tried to blog but the different one was being serviced. So I decided to meditate until 09:20PM. I felt some tummy ache as I thought of the events of today; how to improve our harmony together and to stop thinking too much.

    With that said, I’ve accomplished much today. I did receive some appreciation for today’s work from Maw, who, in return, received her compliments from her friend ‘Any Season’, who had left a phone message last Friday claiming that the very sound of Maws voice or encouraging words healed the old lady. I have yet to hear the heartfelt and sincere thanks from Brats but silence is golden, right?

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  • 20060610-Open Up

    ‘I’ll huff and I’ll puff!’ said a large character to smaller ones from a tale. That’s how I felt tonight when I tried to deliver Brats’ remaining property from our house to his house. I kept insisting that I must fulfill my end of the hard work no matter how tired Brat was from hiking four hours with Twit today.

    The story goes faithfully that I too was tired to admit I’ve done the best I could to assist Brat move out of the house. I worked four hours until 06:00PM when my bio-units arrived home from their usual 05:00PM evening mass. Until I fully recover from my flare ups, I could not sit comfortably on the pews made out of hard wood.

    I brought down and boxed up a box of ‘PlayBull’ magazines and another box of CD’s and tapes; stuffed five big handled bags full of bottled glasses for model making; of DVD’s; of guitar music books; of comic books; of three car models; and stuffed the Mazda with these items along with an acrylic case; a broken model plane and a model tank in a box.

    I did these packing activities in the mid-afternoon after I’ve felt strong enough to bear the pain of my three day flare ups, which have been manageable, thanks in part, to my late decision of taking a couple of pain killers yesterday. I do owe much to rest and relaxation earlier today from 10:30AM to 12:00PM and with the assistance of some light pink lighting I received.

    My conscience was free and I opened up myself to doing only good deeds; since there was little else to do on a slow day. My understanding was that Brat is too busy from work to come by our house to pack up whatever is left from our house. His work does require lots lifting and dealing with vendors and users of computers all day.

    I kept calling his cell phone but no one answered. I also left two voice mail messages to inquire how his day was and if he could call me back. But he never left his message that he received mine. I had expected a short invitation to his house so I could deliver his ‘mail’.

    Prior to the arrival of my bio-units at 06:15PM from attending mass, I decided to check if he was home. I rang his door bell three times and no one answered. I went around the right of the fence and peeped over to see if I could dump his stuff that way.

    I decided against trespassing in this manner. But I did hear the washer and dryer making noise upstairs as I continued to peep over the fence. Then I made my way in front of the garage and did hear some moving noises inside. My hunch was they were home.

    At 08:00PM, what I got was another mouthful of the ‘Eli-Ball’ temper instead. He claimed he was too tired from having fun today with Twit and he insisted that tomorrow Sunday would be a better day to pick up his property. For whatever reason, he kept on insisting to have his way only by refusing my delivery tonight.

    I knew this was my only chance to drive the already stuffed Mazda with his property because his inconsistent schedule has always conflicted with ours. I knew he was they type that didn’t like others dictating his time, especially when he has to lift a finger to do more cleaning at his house.

    So, I rang the door bell three times and there was no response after I had told him of my arrival. I phoned him again at 08:08PM to make sure I got his ‘permission’ to dump his property at his door where he requested. He once again got angry at me for not informing him earlier of my plans when he already knew I was coming over to his house.

    I hurriedly dumped all his property with much frustration and anger since he did not share my enthusiasm of helping to pack in the first place. I screamed through the closed front door that his stuff is waiting for him. But still there was no sign of either people.

    I left in disgust and wondered why he would be determined not to let his own bio-units come into the house uninvited. My speculation is that he would use tonight’s situation to strengthen his leverage so Twit’s bio-units won’t visit unexpectedly as I have done tonight.

    This tactic is assumed to be very wrong because Brat, who is rude to his own bio-units, could promote the idea that she could disrespect us after gifting them a fine down payment in the five digits for the house. So technically, we could blow the house down with our breath.

    Today, I’ve asserted no ill will by doing this last help for these two Asian twits, who continue to practice bad manners towards their own bio-units AND in America. They truly represent the pigs in another tale.

    The moral of the story: Open up your front doors to greet strangers as you would open up your hearts to meet your loved ones.

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  • 20060609-Flare Ups

    There is nothing left but lots but rest and relaxation, which I’ve done by sleeping almost two-thirds of a twenty-four hour cycle. The pain seems so severe that I feel like dying and might as well have an early funeral.

    No one would attend my funeral because I have no friends and my relatives are ungrateful. Flare ups that burn, sting and throb the whole day are no joke. I’ve not work for three days and can’t blog while sitting. I’m afraid of using the toilet but still eat. This is my oxymoron lifestyle.

    Nothing spectacular happened today except my sleeping almost the whole day and waking up around 05:00PM. I did some laundry. Later, while still in much pain, we went shopping for house slippers, which Paw did not find as usual. I bought two more packs of under wears.

    These are boys briefs made for women and do not cut my circulation like those high cuts or bikini cuts. These kinds I could wear indoors as if I were wearing shorts. Unfortunately, I did not shave my legs and I could only hope no one walks in to see my excessive hairiness.

    Maw and I struggled to straighten this one green colored, Batik styled bed cover. One edge was lower by four inches and I cut the extra while Maw measured fourteen inches from the main design; so she could sew the edges. There were two more loads of laundry before I could place this cover back on the bed behind me.

    The pain has subsided but continues to burn into my being. I kneel once again before you, my audience, and the computer to blog further. There has to be a way for bed ridden folks to work on the computer. Besides, this is better than sitting straight up on a backbreaking chair like mine.

    I bid you all to take care of your behind because this area is very sensitive and does not heal the fastest like the cornea or liver. My diet will now be nothing but baby food consistency for I must loose lots of weight and take care of my health, if I want to continue to live a pain free lifestyle.

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

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  • 20060608-Fires Below

    The fires below continue to brew as my seething anger continues to increase. My knowledge on certain events and persons may have much impact on a global scale. But no on really cares as they waste their precious time and taxpayers’ money on my efforts to be truthful, yet entertaining.

    I could be truthful about the effects of coming full circle and how I’ve come to blog of my simple life as a novice writer. There is nothing to hide except my being exposed to the various religions preaching its dogmas; to the charismatic leaders encouraging their followers; and to the international bankers fooling the likes of me.

    I could be entertaining about the mundane events, such as having my fires below. Mr. Roy and Roy Jr., for example, are two of my hamsters that I’ve sprouted as imagery to describe my painful conditions. They are not birthed normally as children would be but have appeared on an important part of the anatomy.

    Probably their presence is from sitting long hours in front of the computer both at work and at home; ingesting supplements too sensitive for my body; eating hard food too much, too fast and with little water; and exercising too little for my own good.

    The fear is an untimely appearance by Mr. Brown. The moment it does could cause severe pain that is not very pleasant to experience. I could almost see myself shivering from the strain of it passing downward. So far today there was no sign of it.

    Shivering from pain and cold is what happened to TC recently. We found out from the vet today that she is underweight and needed protein to increase her bulk. So we managed to buy the supplement to add to her diet.

    Unfortunately, we have to feed her by hand to get her energy and strength back. I noticed she would fly down to the tray below to eat but pecks at nothing. She does appear to have trouble swallowing too.

    Simon was the second one we submitted to be seen by the vet. He had overgrown beak and nails that got trimmed. Unfortunately, the blood vessel was too far that the vet could only trim a little. He will have to visit the vet in two months.

    Our visit with vet from 07:30AM to 09:00AM took longer than expected because there were dog people that got ahead in the line. Also, the charts for the parakeets were not set up fast enough. This is what happens to the walk-in appointments.

    We went home; had breakfast; hosed down the parakeets, except Fat Budge and TC; and cleaned up. I packed up the three cages we used to haul the birds today and placed in the garage for storage.

    Later ‘Shiva-Paw’ and I retrieved items that he thought were recyclables. If he didn’t know the purpose for these items, he meant to throw them away. I found out because last night, when I was cleaning out the kitchen cabinet, I couldn’t find my air filter recharge kit.

    The wispy clouds have made their majestic presence over our Bay Area again. I’ve taken lots of photos during the morning hours until 01:30PM. Then the sky got clear blue until 04:30PM when I woke up. A long trail cloud over the west hills loomed around 07:30PM.

    I took photos of Bugsy’s first nap on the swing. He has overcome his fear of setting foot on the moveable object. I’m still suffering greatly as I blog on bended knees and have yet to upload the pictures into my computer and into my blog accounts.

    By the way, the blogger.com service has not been working properly and a system message has been posted to notify user that they would perform a service. That is convenient. I hope they match the timestamp posted with the atomic clock. This blog had a time stamp which was ten minutes earlier than actual time.

    Fire is burning hot and below is a place of suffering. Today is the second day of my flare ups. And I could only lie down or stand up to avoid painful pressures. I couldn’t think of anything intelligent to do while at home except try to blog while kneeling down in front of my computer.

    With the aide of the almighty pain killers, I managed to tuck in both Mr. Roy and Roy Jr. back beyond closed doors. That was around 09:30PM as I tightened the locks to make sure they do not escape. The ointment worked its miracle as it stung and burned as I are muscled in the hamsters continuously.

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  • 20060607-Poos Puus

    Poos-puus, is a Filipino rice porridge. This taste best with saffron flowers, some sliced garlic and ginger and may include meat. This morning I’ve dragged myself out of bed with a worse condition originally from Monday morning. I couldn’t believe this would happen to me at this young age.

    This morning at 08:00AM I felt too much pain that I had to message my boss a sick call. I did manage to help Maw cook us some porridge because she too was still reeling from a nauseous sickness from yesterday’s pain killers during the mass and at the polls.

    We slowly worked together with Maw being the cook. I didn’t know how to start but got the usual instructions from Maw and started chopping garlic and ginger. I accidentally poured the entire content of the sweet rice, which would fill this big pot to almost halfway.

    We had three pots boiling: one for the beef tripe; one for the chicken parts and one for the sweet rice. The beef tripe had to cook the longest outdoors to avoid smelling the house; while the chicken wings were boiled in with the sauteed ingredients. Later we mixed both into the cooked rice.

    Breakfast was calm as the very cool day did nothing to alleviate my condition. I cleaned up and went straight to bed from 11:00AM to 07:30PM. I heard Brat walk upstairs to get his tugboat model during lunch time. We greeted each other. Instead of sympathy to get well, I got ‘Good!’ joke as a response.

    I later got up somewhere prior 02:30PM to eat more Poos-puus and then went back to sleep. At almost on every half hour, I would wake up to see the clear blue skies from my bedroom window through the slits of the blinds. The refreshing wind would billow in through my opened windows as I drifted off to sleep each time.

    This porridge is supposed to aid in the digestion of the sick. Maw and I had filled ourselves by eating this home cooked meal and remedy. This porridge increased Maw’s energy but this allowed some nourishment from this soft food.

    Instead of letting my limited mobility affect my sense of humor, I organized the kitchen drawers late at night. I started out with the mugs and cups and found three shelves were taken up by this one cabinet. Two cabinets on either side of the stove stored food stuff; while the third adjacent one to the left stored appliances and other household items.

    Besides my laughable condition, Paw’s shopping yesterday was more humorous. According to Maw who waited in the car, Paw purchased two asparagus heads instead of broccoli, which was clearly printed in his hand writing on the grocery list. This event added up to my flare ups and signals more challenges in the years to come.

    Another current challenge is to have Paw switch back to the original formula which smells better. This lemon scented cleaner stinks to high heaven each time he uses this to clean the bathrooms. I do no know how he breathes this stuff at all. The windows must be open to avoid the suffocating smell.

    I should not feel so suffocated with old timers such as my parents prematurely. But what does frustrates me is not being able to spend my hard earned pennies with my kinds but not being able to sit comfortably knowing that others have or are suffering worse fates than my flare ups and without the comfort of poos-puus.

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  • 20060606-Boxed Again

    Why do people attend their churches or temples? What makes them believe they are saved or born again? Are they nuts?

    I believe that people want to belong to any organization that will fuel their belief system. I believe that people need to feel they belong with others who will substantiate their existence. I believe that these same people do not know they are getting themselves into another box.

    There are a couple of co-workers in my department that have tasted the Catholic ways and have much to say about the limitation of this particular religion on their freedom. Both do not like to be forced into shifting their current beliefs because I believe that would unhinge their already nutty worldview.

    Both read too much into this Bible and I do not understand why Asian would follow teachings that have been passed down by others of non-Asian descent. If these two only look at the history of how their particular organization has been created, that should be enough to open their eyes.

    But it looks like their eyes have been graciously covered by this veil of deception and they find and accept the comfort behind this baby blanket that feeds their hungry souls. Both understand that the body is corporeal and only souls could be taken into heaven. To them, being mindlessly happy and offering ministries should be sufficient.

    I made a comment that monetary donations are not sufficient and that getting their very hands dirty out in the field is essential to truer salvation. My words are limited and blunt but that should make these lost sheep look further than what their preachers, ministers, or priests convey as mouth pieces of inner truth.

    My inner truth dictates that religion is nothing more than an over inflated box of hot air. Hot air is invisible to the naked human eye. We believe hot air exists by the fact that it is hot to the senses. Yet some simply do not believe in the unseen, like ghosts, or anything superstitious, angels, saints or any intermediaries between themselves and their One.

    I’ve read somewhere that our country is a religious corporation. Religion is exempt from taxation, which means the organization could profit well from passing off past ideals and teachings as their own. There should be lawsuits for copyright of the original source for love, light and laughter.

    Indeed, religion has sponsored beautiful works of art and great architectural accomplishments that are standing today as temporal testaments of human ingenuity and creativity. That is by no means another attempt to cash in on improving the value of the religious box, which is similar to getting equity on home improvements.

    There are too many branches of religion already established in this country. If I were to open the phone book, I could find with relative ease the different divisions appropriate to the structure of any religious organization. I would be confused if I decided which new one I choose to answer my calling.

    The children, moreover, would be further confused to choose any one religious box. This is especially true for children to have two sets of different religions from each parent. Or worse yet, I see no reason why anyone suddenly decides to change from the religion they are born into and raised by their parents to another one that fits like a glove.

    I think that is why this country is so free that we could be accepted by any religious organization as long as we are told to do the righteous ways and their prescribed ways. I would hate to find out what would happen if people soon discovered the true nature of their religion and decided to tell the whole world.

    Being outside the box is a lonely world. Being boxed again makes no sense either. Being open minded is better. You are the driver.

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  • 20060606-Amen Signs

    Although my time as been spent inside this building that is similar to being locked inside a jail, nothing but another beautiful day existed for me. The sun was warm to feel and the air was refreshing to breathe. Some wispy clouds have made their majestic presence too.

    Today is 06-06-06. This is suppose to indicate something is about to happen. I didn’t like seeing all those white prints against the black background plastered high up on billboards to commercialize this movie. The movie does no justice for a boy named ‘Damien’ with special gifts.

    I especially do not appreciate how they would demonize this little spit ball of fire. People should not be programmed to be afraid of this one person because of who he is or what he is capable. There are ways to lovingly manage an angry child of non-human ancestry.

    ‘Omen’ is to be defined as either bad or good. So far in spite of the ominous movie, the cool weather has been fine. Moreover, I found a recent headline of positive steps towards peace, which is supposed to be rare between two countries

    Today’s auspicious omen shows that the barrier of fear is being torn down and that the fruit of peace is being planted together. Once again, nuclear programs may seem scary and risky. But when more advanced and unknown technology exists, that is something else to reckon.

    After watching the first movie, I am no longer programmed to believe that anything associated with ominous signs are to be regarded as bad. But today, the fear for those that do not understand love, life and laughter and today’s positive steps towards peace is their ill omen. Amen!

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