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Month: June 2006

  • 20060606-Voting Day

    Today, I’ve voted in the Primary Election of 06-06-06. This was located in a local church near a post office. The outside of the building looked like an ordinary two-story office building with lots of windows. The inside looked very clean, brightly lit and mostly beige and white in color.

    I had the Succor Punch pointed at the building from inside my car. I took some pictures of the middle words only and saw some wispy clouds hovering in the SW section of the parking lot. The front doors of this place were facing due west.

    There were booths with empty clocks and various displays of books, booklets and magazines near the registration area. I tried to read the accomplishments of this fellow who wrote the organization’s book. His picture looked similar to one of my holistic fellow.

    But I had to go to where the voting actually took place, which was inside the chapel of this establishment. The chapel section looked like a temple. There was a podium directly in front of the double door. The podium had the symbol of a cross in the middle of the podium.

    Two tables were located to either the right or left. I guessed correctly and took left table because I didn’t know my precinct number, which happened to be 1414. The Filipino lady was first to help because she was the same one who helped my bio-units earlier this morning.

    Unfortunately, they couldn’t find my name under this main roster and I ended up signing some booklet of permanent residence where they found my name with the help of the second worker. If I am truly FREE, I would not settle down in any one place or sign anything to prove I lived at any one time.

    As I tried to get my electronic voting card from the third assistant, some Asian man make loud statements to my left. He wore light blue outfit of short sleeves, shorts and brown sandals. He had some gray hair with a beard.

    I suppose he saw what had transpired in the difficulty with finding my ‘missing’ name. I didn’t have my booklet with me because I requested to save paper by not receiving mail.

    He made an issue that the people working at the polls were not doing their jobs because they did not ask for either identification or pre-printed name on booklet.

    I couldn’t understand why this type of person made a big deal with proper identification. He sat down as instructed because all electronic booths were taken. He mumbled twice underneath his breath that this is a joke.

    If this is a joke, then he should not have participated in the voting or sat down next to me. I mumbled underneath my breath that it was too bad and that we are all powerless. I’m glad I don’t date those people.

    As I waited sitting down to get my card, a brown haired guy, who was wearing a dirty green shirt and green cargo pants and who wanted to switch from being a Democrat to a Republican.

    But according to the third guy, the voter was stuck with his chosen party and couldn’t change his mind at the last minute. There is no justice here again.

    I was ill prepared as usual because my logic (just like Brat) is that we citizens are not entirely well informed to know exactly what ‘really’ would be the results of these prepositions and candidates. I voted based on background and names.

    I cast my vote and saw the print out being rolled upward inside this black canister. I did not get my usual tear-off receipt from a card to prove I voted. Instead, I received a ‘I Voted Touch screen’ sticker to wear as ‘proof’ I ever came to vote.

    I slowly left the building because I wanted to read the displays and memorize what I could never see again in a long while. I picked up an ‘happiness’ booklet to read at home and at my leisure. And at 06:00PM, I was on my way home with some pictures from the parking lot.

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    Tuesday June 6, 2006 – 08:24pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060605-Long Day

    My body slept quite well and relaxed the whole day long.
    I dragged my feet out of bed. My brain wasn’t strong.
    At ten AM late, I felt nothing was done wrong.
    I wanted to go home because I didn’t belong.

    My brain was foggy and there were some thinking gaps.
    I had crawled into bed because my system felt zapped.
    From six to nine PM, I had a nice long nap.
    I ruined my sleep with this insomnia trap.

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

  • 20060604-Consider Kindness

    Tonight, I like to discuss the likes of airheads that my bio-units have encountered today. The airheads I’d like to present are mostly the kinds that show-off in spite of their background. These people like to present themselves as being inconsiderate as well.

    The first example is an old lady by the name of ‘Any Season’. She is some seventy-five years old and a former co-worker of Maw. ‘Any Season’ has called my bio-units this morning that she had called the paramedics. My bio-units had to stop their breakfast and I saw Paws cup of warm milk mysteriously sitting inside the refrigerator.

    Upon my bio-units’ arrival over at her house, the paramedics whispered to my bio-units that the old lady’s blood pressure was normal. The old lady has a crazed habit of taking her BP frequently everday when her sugar level of over 200 is, in my opinion, of higher importance.

    So my ignorant bio-units offered to drive the old lady to a local store so she could buy a new BP apparatus. Maw caught the con artist earlier that she didn’t replace the batteries when originally inquired. Maybe the machine was still accurate but was thrown away to be sure.

    From 09:00AM to 04:30PM, Maw had the opportunity to tell her stories of struggling about the past and how she came to America by working hard and without the help of friends or relatives. The old lady refused to leave our house until the son got back from work.

    Now it seems that the old lady had a son and we had wondered why the son was not first at the scene to assist his own mother. Our speculation is the old lady didn’t want the son to take time off because that would mean less pay. Another is that her son is not willing to be there at 02:00PM when the old lady called him.

    After two free meals (of breakfast and lunch) were offered by my ignorant bio-units and after several free pickings of an Asian pear fruit from our tree growing in the backyard, the old lady left. Maw came upstairs to complain about the long stay of ‘Any Season’ and promptly slept on my bed in exhaustion as I cleaned all three rooms upstairs.

    The second example is Brat who could not pick up his mail and other items leftover from the house; since he lives two minutes away. I called him this evening and he claimed he would out for an evening walk. I offered to drop off his stuff to his house but he would pick up tomorrow.

    He then spoke to Maw. Brats plan was to stop by our house during lunchtime. Maw said he could warm up his own food for lunch because Paw and she would be out walking around the mall. I certainly don’t have time to visit him during lunchtime.

    The third example is Maws former co-worker by the name of ‘Liar Lunatic’. This person called Maw about a televised program showing watered down medicine. Then the gossips about an airhead by the name of ‘Anger-Sin’ or ‘Hell-Lie’ went on.

    This forth example of ‘Hell-Lie’ tends to over exaggerate her status of being wealthy to her stupid friends who would believe her in the first place. They do no know it’s the dead man’s money. If she were indeed wealthy, she wouldn’t be working three days of the week or asking the same stupid friends for free rides instead of the affordable taxi cabs.

    This con artist has operated like this all her life of wanting to be on top. The whole town back in the Philippines knows she is not that good looking either. Her attitude is not nice and too over bearing that my dead uncle couldn’t defend himself or his four children from this highly tempered person.

    Maw challenged this mouth piece to the test the airhead. ‘Liar Lunatic’ and ‘Hell-Lie’ are buddies since their daughters by the name of ‘Sin-Die Lunatic’ and ‘Anal-Sin’ are friends, respectively. ‘Hell-Lie’ has been asking ‘Liar Lunatic’ for free rides and that’s how the old hag gets around town, by being nice.

    This airhead bragged about a two-week cruise and brought two luggages full of formal gowns to wear each day. So ‘Liar Lunatic’, who would believe this person, doesn’t have a clue why ‘Hell-Lie’ has been being so nice recently. The known fact is the other drivers are running away from the airhead.

    I have nothing against people who lack some rather descent consideration that my bio-units have only kindness to show to people who have, in turn, taught my bio-units that inconsiderate personalities exist in some people. My bio-units will have learned to avoid the folks who take advantage of their ignorance as well, going forward.

    I will express, however, that some Filipino that come to America become totally spoiled once they experience the great abundance of spending for food and clothings. It’s great that sponsors like us have allowed their likes the opportunity to know the great joy of being free.

    Their being free to believe they are rich and act like they are somebody saddens us because they forgot to look back and remember they once came from poor backgrounds. This has happened to most of my relatives who come to American, by the way.

    The American-born children do not seem to act like they are rich, I believe. I know because I am born and raised on American soil and as fine Christian brethren. This is because I’ve earned my pennies the hard way, I reckon.

    My bio-units worked hard to be kind to people in need. They learned that some have not considered being kind in return and only take advantage of any opportunity to get sympathy, a free lunch or a free ride, by being nice.

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  • 20060604-Treasured Junk

    The liner goes that ‘one person’s junk is another person’s treasure’. I’ve got lots of junk but hold on to a few as treasure. Today, I tried to get rid of some hard covered books that are recently written and will donate these to a local library after this blog.

    I’ve also tried to thin my closet to no avail. All these years I’ve seen my family and I accumulate lots of nice stuff to keep as treasures. As the years go by, the value of these treasures seem to loose their value. And these end up as junk to our eyes.

    The reasons are not the total lack of interest or time to recoup the memories behind each token of appreciation or each moment of togetherness. We simply have to let some items go. And the memories would soon fade in time anyway.

    The limited amount of space in any one household is a primary reason to sell or donate these treasures. Most of what we have are not souvenirs of foreign places but of local wares from stores conveniently located.

    When we have the urge to purchase trivial items, the build up of these goodies can and have happened. Then the matter of finding the right spot to place these eye candies do little to keep our interest going eventually.

    Now that the boy moved out, clean up has been possible in one month’s time. The garage has been emptied as much as possible. Some junk that once was stored inside our closets to stink up and collect dust has been donated. Other clutters in the backyard have been drastically thrown away.

    I know the cycle of treasure to junk would never cease. This is almost like eating and then pooping. In comes the new stuff and out goes the old stuff. I wonder where these items really end up.

    Treasures could be kept alive by one’s memories of loving events. These could be antique furnitures, old photos, my blogs, or other people’s treasures of divine books and other inspired tidbits. This is only if the holders of these new acquired treasures do not loose their memories to pass one to others.

    Real treasures could be the fostering of loving descendants. Messing around with anyone’s genetic makeup is almost next to impossible. Anyone could loose their minds or memories; but the one truth that will always emain is the children who carry on the treasured legacy of their ancestors.

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

  • 20060603-Cleaning Clutter

    Finally, I will enter today’s blog regarding our cleaning the backyard. I awoke several times during the morning but did not actually get out of bed until around 09:05AM. As I opened the blinds to let in the sunlight, I did smell Maw’s cooking downstairs.

    We had expected Brat to visit us today as soon as Twit left to work on Saturday. But I told my bio-units he is inconsistent. And Twit has already expressed this truth. He did not show up at all and we were not surprised but perhaps disappointed; since he does live only two minutes away.

    We finished breakfast in our calmer manner now that Brat has moved away and on with his life. By 10:00AM, we were not sure how to begin the day. We opted to either walk around the mall in Milpitas, CA or start with more cleaning of clutter from over the years. I messaged Brat to come pick up more of his junk later on.

    Maw’s suggestion started out with the old bird cages sitting under the patio of our backyard. So afterward and in my leisurely pace, I washed and dried the biggest black cage. The bars on this one cage is spaced smaller for the feet of these parakeets but the interior seemed to cramp for these fat ones.

    Then the matter of figuring out how to store the golden cage of medium size and three smaller ones of two green and one purple remained. I had difficulty finding big enough plastic bags that would fit over the golden cage, which once housed out beloved, late JoJo of thirteen years old. Then my big brain found a thirty-nine gallon hefty sized plastic bag that worked its miracle.

    The other cages had already been bundled nicely. All that was left was replacing the dusty ones with fresh plastic bags. I had found a nice empty wall near the Benz and proceeded to stuff the purple and green cages inside this black cage and the golden cage placed below the open iron cabinet. The loose wires were placed below also.

    Paw accomplishment today was cleaning out the fish cabinet of iron. There were old equipment of charcoal filters; two lamps and other items. He wiped down this cabinet that we assembled on 02-19-1984 for $32.25. He found my hand written date stamp painted underneath Paws self assembled wooden piece to the iron structure.

    He swept the dustiness and dried leaves from behind where the cabinet was once located and he moved my plastic tool holder back where I originally had installed this under the patio. After Brat moved his junk out from underneath the patio, the place is cleaner and more livable.

    Maw did the cooking and some other smaller tasks due to her deteriorating health condition and old age. She cleaned the parakeet containers and swept more debris from off the cemented floor of the patio. She screamed out in her normal frustration; blamed both Paw and me for the habit of saying ‘No’; and accused us of not appreciating her hard work.

    Today, after over three decades, the three of us sat down together for an outdoor picnic. We pulled out the white table, which was hand made from a left over door during one of the many house remodeling projects; set the table for a two course meal of fish head soup with asparagus and lug-lug noodles; and waited for Paw to come over after five minutes of cleaning himself up.

    My stomach ached probably from all the exertion of cleaning the clutter out back. But I knew my system had to use the toilet but didn’t feel any need. So after my eating up almost all the noodles and my bio-units eating up the fish soup; we cleaned up some more and felt better.

    The day is beautiful; the sky is clean; and the air is warm. The refreshing day has brought us together to clean up more clutter from the backyard and to enjoy each others company with our first picnic of lunch under the open patio.

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  • 20060602-Pea Pods

    Today, the battle between the trail clouds, which were laid by the same pod people who have freeloaded off my back over the past few years, and the wispy clouds, which are forever majestic and eternally helpful, has been seen over my work and at my home.

    The desktop SP, which I purchased from Canada, was healing the whole day during my eight hour work shift and encouraged some wispy clouds to appear nearby. After passing my ‘Test Only’ certification to run my vehicle in the state of California and chatting with the guy with two boys, I purchased a longer lasting battery to replace the same one and an early Father’s Day card.

    My lunch hour was blessed with fluffy clouds behind Mt. Hamilton, CA. They disappeared after work hours. My disappointment to take these fluffy ones was replaced with happy moments of photographing some wispy clouds over our house. I uploaded only two photos into my Yahoo! 360 account.

    After reading an article yesterday night, I had my PW on hand and did my part of the hard work to bring love, light and laughter to the world and beyond. Around 11:30PM, a copter flew over in the distance after I laid down my healing device to point randomly in a westward direction. At 08:45PM and around midnight again, another copter flew around in the distance.

    I do not completely understand the recent activity in our airspace recently. I assume the noise makers are doing their battle with the speeding cars down my road and between the SJPD and USAF and all are together like peas in a pod to make our city secure like a bird cage.

    Caged birds are not really free by the way. But they are well fed and looked after pretty good for the rest of their lives. Our parakeets are spoiled but allowed to fly freely inside the house but not too far because they don’t know how to navigate back to their home base.

    Like our parakeets, I feel like a caged bird. The windows and doors of the first floor have these black iron grills with pretty scroll works. They look like a bird cage and I feel confined yet safe at night. No one bothers our place too much and the neighborhood is quiet enough.

    So the flying objects that patrol our airspace; the floating clouds that clear our blue skies; and the parakeets that bring us happiness and joy are similar. These examples seem protect us in various ways, such as from invaders; polluters and loneliness, respectively.

    We are in some way birds of feather that may fight together. Fighting with my SP buzzing inside my car; with my PW tingling in my hand; and with my CB connecting into Mother Earth are examples of healing our fragile planet. This is hard work and continues to affect everyone.

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

  • 20060601-Saw Sausage

    A sausage is a meaty, edible treat found in a small can; while a saw is a tool with serrated edges like a mountain range. The imagery of these objects not only reminds me of my surnames but of a carrot-and-stick approach of today’s meeting regarding a particular program by one country.

    History tells us that the effects of nuclear activities are very damaging to the planet and its inhabitants. Yet the powerful nations won’t stop using this advanced technology. And now these same nations expect the emerging ones to give up their efforts on this form of energy.

    Any meeting that does not add more fuel to the fire of extremes has succeeded. And I have yet to observe anything positive resulting from today’s meeting. My expectation is for both sides of the mess to resolve their differences.

    My primary concern is the elimination of the proverbial wool, which is fear. The fear of waging war; of utilizing nuclear arms or of losing power to the general populace of awakening people are not to be rewarded. Rewarding bad behavior is nonsense and does not advance the world in this manner.

    A better reward is actually utilizing renewable forms of energy on a global scale. I’m sure there would be jobs everywhere for everyone and no one could get hurt from refueling their vehicles with water, for example. The air, soil and water would be much cleaner without the stains of oil or radiation.

    Another example is for everyone to stop eating anything which lives or moves. And I mean all plants and animals. I could image having dinner by ingesting honey flavored pills and still feel full. That would free up any contracts between species of having to eat each other to survive.

    As I digress, pooping would be less difficult and time spent on the toilet would be reduced. There would be no more laxatives as a result. The sewers, the rivers and the great ocean would be in better condition too.

    People should know by now that anything could be easily destroyed in an instance. A building could come crashing down with demolition, a car could be totaled in an accident and a relationship could end from misunderstanding.

    What took many years for the ancient forests (with its little owls inhabiting therein) to grow very tall could be destroyed in minutes by these computer controlled tools of destruction. The recovery is slow to the ecosystem.

    So we all could assuage the insecurity of each other with tasty morsels of sausages or conquer and divide ourselves as each other’s enemy with the almighty saw, such as by admitting that you are right and I am wrong.

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