Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Month: October 2007

  • 20071019-Dream Journal

    I dreamt of wandering around somewhere that seemed like Disneyland. The indoors seemed to be smooth peachy in color. I went further somewhere else and found two doors to my right. The doors had windows that could see inside and well past the wall and towards some body of water.

    The first was a ‘number two’ door and to the left of this one was a ‘number one’ door. The ‘number two’ door seemed to have people in it as this was a gathering place of some sort and probably cafeteria-like. The ‘number one’ door had someone sitting in there already and appears to be a place for counseling.

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

  • 20071018-Random Thoughts

    Below are various poems of my stray thoughts.

    Tuesday, October 16, 2007 2:27:58 PM

    When they push, we push too.
    When they pull, we pull too.
    Gently work together.
    Harmoniously
    Harm on I or Us: Lie!

    Saturday, October 13, 2007 9:59:19 AM

    All that you ever were could never be
    All that I ever am could never see

    Friday, October 12, 2007 10:25:03 PM

    greys the tears of god
    rains falling from clouds
    rolling and thundering

    Wednesday, October 10, 2007 9:52:28 PM

    people coming together without hatred
    now that means we are really normal
    Brouhaha!

    Wednesday, October 10, 2007 9:46:30 PM

    So many words, so little time
    Competing with each other – a crime
    To validate what we have said

    Wednesday, October 10, 2007 9:43:05 PM

    I am god and so are you
    how could this be ever true?

    Wednesday, October 10, 2007 9:11:10 PM

    (__/)
    (=`.`=)
    (“)_(“)

    Sunday, October 07, 2007 10:17:11 PM

    LOSERS!
    LOSERS!
    TRY HARDER!
    LOSERS!
    LOSERS!
    TRY HARDER!
    YOU CAN`T!
    CUZ YOURE TOO OLD!!!

    HERE IS SOME INTEL:
    GET YOUR OWN SOULS!

    Continue to remote view.
    Continue to astral project.
    And you too will become one of us – the hive mind.
    Do you not know who we are by now?
    What do you seek?
    Why don`t you all just run away and hide?
    We will find you.
    Come out and play with us!
    You know you want to play with us.
    Trespassers!
    What shall we do with trespassers!
    You are all now part of the collective.
    Cease and desist.

    Sunday, October 07, 2007 8:38:33 PM

    God is jealous.
    God feels pain.
    God loves attention.
    God is always right.
    God has lots of money.
    God shares his wealth.
    God is both male and female.
    God is mostly female.
    God acts male.
    God has uncontrollable rage.
    God has a potty mouth.
    God wants your death to silence noise.
    God loves making love.
    Therefore, God is love.

    Sunday, October 07, 2007 8:24:57 PM

    My people cry to me.
    God shall answer.
    Smite the oil folks.
    Too many poor and hungry.
    Fires everywhere.
    Crude.

    Sunday, October 07, 2007 8:23:52 PM

    eyes always growing
    and becoming the other
    shades of light and dark
    like yin and yang switching

    Saturday, October 06, 2007 11:45:22 PM

    Most minor incidences in life do not make headlines and we continue to believe all is well.
    Most of us are left in the dark and continue blindly on an unknown path.
    Most of us are hiding from public view and continue to spread their seeds elsewhere.
    Most of us are not acknowledged and continue as beings unrecognized.

    Saturday, October 06, 2007 11:34:58 AM

    It`s not so much about fighting over oil
    Or whose land belongs to which `Godly` hand.
    It`s all about technological know-how
    To best suck up that which nourishes and
    Feed the hungry mouths through those metal straws.

    Saturday, October 06, 2007 11:25:01 PM

    What is the left from the right hand of `god`?
    Where the east boys cannot meet the west girls
    Or share in the pie left by cow eaters
    Or those posers who post their hidden truths
    Or those who are saluted for hiding
    What others must know about their gifting.

    They are always taking sides and not mine;
    Always supporting each other and their lies;
    And denying others to expose themselves
    To the natural elements of pain,
    shame and blame, like radio waves raining
    Into my mind with astral projection.

    Friday, October 05, 2007 3:29:31 AM

    There is no one `God`
    or `Supreme Being`.
    There is but one me
    and feel all alone.
    There is unity
    I can sense your thoughts.

    Thursday, October 04, 2007 7:44:43 PM

    Outside the Sangha – the community
    But coming back to play
    Once in awhile

    Tuesday, October 02, 2007 11:04:16 PM

    First impression of photos if orgone and SP everywhere.
    And area still bad.
    Then perhaps the person? place? things?
    Earthpipes!

    Tuesday, October 02, 2007 3:01:04 PM
    20071002-Holding Hostage

    Last Friday for Monday
    Last Monday for Tuesday
    There is no hiding
    To this day and so on…

    As others before me
    The same story over
    `They` will never finish.
    To this day and so on…

    Everyone keeps calling
    `They` keep us from nothing
    To this day and so on…

    Tuesday, October 02, 2007 12:55:38 AM

    why bother moving objects with my mind
    or my behind from off this chair and into the outdoors
    hard enough to move out of house too

    Monday, October 01, 2007 9:09:57 PM

    two sides again
    sin to commit suicide
    sin to kill others

    Sunday, September 30, 2007 10:15:12 PM

    if you think I`m that bad
    blast me well
    so that I may live and tell
    about how you treated me

    Sunday, September 30, 2007 9:45:42 PM

    No more questions!
    Either you know or don`t.
    The answers are within you.
    You are my words
    A statement of me
    and a story for us.

    Endless.

    Sunday, September 30, 2007 1:33:17 PM
    20070930-Rainbow Children

    From dark red apple
    To deep purple skies
    From gamers` rays
    To ultra violent
    From here right now
    To there whenever
    From anywhere else
    To nearby me
    From the seen
    To the unseen
    From beyond nothing
    To something within

    Gays, criminals, insane, rapist, killers…
    All colorful artists, musician, dancers, singers, actors…

    Friday, September 28, 2007 11:07:32 PM

    Him: you are perhaps too critical
    Me: i`m too critical, uptight, picky of all things!

    Taken from archive of Yahoo! Messenger.

    Friday, September 28, 2007 9:55:49 PM

    Me: what color is my aura?
    Him: pink or green

    Taken from archive of Yahoo! Messenger.

    Thursday, September 27, 2007 11:07:26 PM

    When I toot my own horn, this is the end of me.

    Created Friday, April 27, 2007 10:40:40 PM
    Modified Friday, April 27, 2007 10:45:25 PM

    Looking for more clues
    Yet another headline news
    Nearby island views
    Usually close kin abuse
    Home alone on beach excuse

    Judges in their zoos
    Local laws meant to confuse
    Law enforcement snooze

    An unfinished poem about the missing girl from the Bahamas as a symbol of delayed justice…

    Created Saturday, March 03, 2007 2:23:58 PM
    Modified Friday, July 27, 2007 10:37:05 AM

    Twice the eleven
    Cast down from the high heavens
    Knights of the seven

    Phoenix, the Fire Bird
    From your ashes we have heard
    You are that one word.

    Created Saturday, March 03, 2007 2:23:58 PM
    Modified Friday, March 23, 2007 3:05:18 PM

    20070302-Lost Ball

    I lost my ball!
    Where`s my ball?
    I want to play with my balls:
    Dribble the basketball
    Kicking the soccer ball
    Hitting the base ball
    Striking the golf balls
    Oh, the stress balls!

    Anyone for cricket,
    Lacrosse and tennis?
    How about billiard?
    Everyone loves football.
    Bouncy rubber balls
    Off the wall and beyond.

    20070228-Lost Hoot

    Poor little owl has lost his hoot.
    Its haunting sound like a wind flute
    has been silenced to a soft mute.

    It flew away to some place en route
    in search of someone with a lute.
    Nice shiny boot but no penguin suit?

    I`m hungry! Do you have fruit?
    Sorry: insects and newt
    Mice and anything cute.

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

  • 20071018-Lying Box

    Turn off the T.V.
    All lies nothing but lies
    That burn your eyes
    With radiation burning
    Into your mind churning
    Programming to entertain
    Our youth’s regressive brains
    Of hypnotic states
    Videos and fake dates
    Of excitable clones
    And cellular phones

    Turn off the T.V.
    All nonsense unending
    No outdoor spending
    With family and friends
    And through electronic lens
    That smiling newscaster
    Reeling in fishiness
    From everywhere
    To feed the sheeple
    More fake hope and fear
    All lies nothing but lies…

    A poem of two stanzas with eleven lines in free-verse.

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

  • 20071018-Dream Journal

    I dreamt of being in much darkened room. There appeared to be a video monitor in front of me. I was standing there doing something. After whatever occurred there, I saw was appeared to be a transaction receipt the shape similar to my ATM prints out. This was located at my eye level and immediately to my left and wedged on the left of the monitor screen.

    I did something else and something came out or rather flew into my hands — a blacked drawing of dark blue outlining of my profile initially as seen from the left side. Upon laying my hands upon this what appear to be plastic in texture, the colors came aglow. And I saw red pixilated dots around my eye sockets. I turned the ‘photo’ to view a very red area located approximately where my lower right jaw and then turning again to reveal more reddened glowing areas of two underneath my skull.

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

  • 20071018-Dream Journal

    I was cycling downhill, twice in dream. It was daylight. At the bottom of the hill was big screen television that filled one building in height and width. The first dream did not have that television. There was another cyclist in front of me in the same but second dream. I decided to turn left into this long road and sensed water to my right. There were lots of big parking lot spaces to left in the first dream where I biked around and returned to the stop sign intersection after awhile.

    I saw LePhoney RedEyes (co-worker) and heard her say something with hand motioning down to her right as if to talk to someone with us. I was walking with her down this hall, then to my left saw another room and then turned right to another room, which was darkened. There was a cleak who worked there. I saw her scribble numbers on middle of white paper on the desk; write down Dear Dr. J. Wright (another co-worker) on the top of the letter and then other scribbles in red ink. I saw number 17 as one of the scribbles in red ink. Then she used write-out to ‘erase’ her scribbles. I made comments about messiness of letter.

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

  • 20071014-Daily Diary

    I sensed cross-wiring from this woman.
    Death of her children plus vivid dreamscapes – poor child!
    Who are we to judge who is right or wrong?
    They – the dark ones – believe they are right.
    Does that mean we – the light ones – are wrong?

    She asks too many questions.
    She is the answer to why these shit occur – Idiot!

    When I saw this Mal-cheesy-dicks, her story is suspect.
    My imagery is of course of bad dicks with cheesy oozing out.
    There you go. Nutcase but well worth the read.

    She has a choice to reduce her healings and protect herself.
    Or continue the battle and fight as her children does from alternative realities.
    Her grief over the death of her children may have put her over the edge.

    She was set up? That is possible and she has a choice to remove herself and shine brighter.
    They were working on her grief via these astral projections.
    Astral projections are not recommended.
    I don’t know how I came up with this recommendation and have no reasons as to why not.
    Trespassers are these who go beyond and believe they are right.

    There are too many references to the Bible. I don’t believe the Bible too much anymore than I believe in poop and hemorrhoids.

    Her colors – infinite ranges exist.
    One cannot define the many, infinite possibilities.
    What makes one color bad from the other?
    All exists. All is.
    Something about workshops meaning they believe the data provided by this particular sandbox.

    Those nasty UFO must be contained.
    I’m thinking and connecting to those alleged UFO’s and telling them to stop; — to give her time to reflect.

    Once again asking if the benign alien groups could interfere with her ‘training’.

    When ANYONE starts asking too many questions, one then doubts with Self and connection to Source. Individual results may vary with various Answers.

    Why does she believe her activities are from GOD?
    Angels are messengers. Take a hint and stop pursuing. Your masters are wise by not responding. They themselves know to step back and away and allow their students time out to reflect.

    It means you are trying WAY TOO HARD.
    Yes there are alien wars. Yes she is fishing for help. Yes she is programmed to believe these shits.

    And there they go again – USING references to GOD in VAIN!!! NO! NO! NO!
    You have been and always shall be blessed. Your life, your existence is evidence enough.

    Um yeah: The attacks are indeed getting harder on her as well as others. However, like so many others with unanswered prayers, well, I’m afraid there is little we could do. For example, my debt is piling up here in San Jose, CA. BUT do you see anyone giving me cold hard cash to pay off TBTP, who started my personal attacks on Bush and company?

    DO NOT BELIEVE THOSE CAPITAL LETTERS AGAIN. SORRY: WRONG NUMBER. SPAM.

    Refer ‘Battling the Dark Side: Letter from the Philippines‘.

  • 20071011-Daily Diary

    Thursday, October 11, 2007 1:29:15 PM

    Have you heard the tap tap on your computer monitors or the tic toc on the wall by an unknown clock? Do you feel like someone is always watching you or feel get the uncomfortable feeling that the boogeyman is inside your bedroom closet? Are you always thinking too much about others and suddenly you see your answers being validated in the post elsewhere? (Yeah, you remote viewers know who you are!)

    Get ready for those big surprises: it’s the matrix box! Linear time will go bye bye. The grids holding us prison on this plant is undergoing a ‘gliching’.

    love is always good but
    ‘evol’ to those who know evil.

    Based on my personal observation, my one CB range at least 6,500 feet (or 2,000 meter).

    Sometimes when enough is enough, an internal warrior from within one’s Self will scream out ‘NO’! This happened to me outside any session involving chatting (where those predators lurk), boosting (where ) and blasting (where.

    Hai-Yah!

    Lots of predators lurk in those chat sessions and I’ve avoided those altogether after my hard lessons. Group blasting and boosting work This will send a clear message to those ‘trespassers’ not to do that again. The temptation to always love with light and help those in the most need is not always Discernment is not always easy but with love’s rose colored glasses doesn’t always conquer all.

    when you least expect an answer and

    Tickity-Tock Tickity-Tock
    Time to leave this matrix box
    Big surprises up ahead
    Time to start more noisy thread
    Don’t you cry! And don’t you weep!
    Time to awake up! Don’t you sleep!

    Created Thursday, October 11, 2007 11:14:29 PM
    Modified Friday, October 12, 2007 12:00:18 AM

    Chats are fun and an easy way to meet people long distance. HOWEVER, the risk of being burned by unknown predators, remote viewers (yeah you all know who you are!)

    Group blasting

    I love clouds in any form . I make those with my power wands.

    Remote viewer logging into me 11:15PM PST 10-11-2007.

    Participating with team orgonite does have surprises for the noobs (or newbies). I was one of those folks to learn until recently from my endless reading and researching that connecting via chats/group blasting/boosting is a means for the exchange of energy – a form of currency between ‘heaven and hell’ (if you will) with the concept of ‘yin and yang’ (for some) between the ‘teacher and student’ or ‘initiate and adept’. (If I may: Many are called. Few are chosen.)

    Chats provide a fun and easy way to meet people long distance. While I’ve learned to avoid chatting online altogether after being burned well last year by a complete stranger with a sense of humor (HAHAHA!) and an undying love for me, I’ve not ceased to blast away negativity with positive vibes from the heart charka and boost those in the most need on my own.

    Once contact is made there is no turning back, seriously. I know this is true because being alone or lonely is never the same. The sense of unity is always ever present. Moreover, the results from some are ‘friendly’ because one walks away feeling free, happy and more creative, such writing prose or poetry (thanks WW!)

    However, some are predators who continue to latch on and suck the life force out of any unsuspecting preys, much like what vampires would do to get their daily boosts for much needed energy. This is what is called an energy drain, which could lead one to sleep for long hours to regain the loss of energy from predation.

    For those with little or no ability of discernment, like me, sending a clear message of ‘NO’ that enough is enough, that I do not offer my own energy, that I do not understand what the heck is going on and clearing one’s personal space with meditation, spells, or whatever do offer ways of protecting oneself further from the unknown forces of any implied negative manipulations.

    Nothing is lost with a little curiosity except gaining the understanding and compassion that everyone is different. And chat/group blasting/boosting is one way to find out and accept everyone as equal partners fully and lovingly.

    Note: Original thoughts occurred around Thursday, October 11, 2007 11:14:29 PM.

    I love you, you love me
    We are one big family?

    Okay ‘Shrimpsei’: What do you want?
    Fred? What is your deal with me?
    ‘Rii-Rii’? Still there?
    How about the rest of you? Still curious?
    Well there is really nothing but me anything else is all but layers upon layers of useless information.

    If you need your boost, I sure do not know if you are good or bad.
    Like I said, I lack the discernment to know which side to take.
    As ‘Garlic’ asked of me last year, I do windsurf because there is no one right or one wrong.
    All of you are in effect part of me.
    There is no escaping my hive mind.
    You are all mine as is the Bush clan.

    There is only us and not you.
    You believe you have reached an angel or God or Christ and the energy signature thereof.
    You people need to wake up and learn to stop logging into my mind because I am not all worth the effort.

    I keep throwing out hints to each and everyone of you but you failed to give me feedback or input on your progress. You expect me to make sure your plans are better than everyone else’s that do not suit your agendas. I will no longer participate in your chatting or blasting or boosting. You are all wasting my time. I needed answers and all I got was a bunch of noise – a bunch of monkey throwing their versions of reality into my face.

    I am not pleased with your progress. However, you all are willing to be patient with my current form. I commend you that entire least bit of humanity left in all. So there you have my input from [first name] [last name] (aka Fluffy von der Flynn Copyright. All rights reserved). Shall I continue to post or not? The choice is yours.

    BTW: When will you people know I’ve always been here? Duh!

    There is God somewhere, everywhere.
    Prayers work if in agreement.

    I do not understand.
    Your words are many.

    Um: Who is qu&&n!nn!&38? She’s cool.
    And Esot&ric T&@ch&r: He knows me, too.

  • 20071010-Daily Diary

    20071010-0925PM-Daily Thoughts

    Saw right eye — light from right to left.
    At same time, felt jolt throughout system.

    Saturday, October 13, 2007 9:57:44 AM

    Felt jolt throughout system.
    After I thought and mentioned about ‘Bb’ (aka ‘Garlic’).
    Jerk: what you all did could land you in jail.

    Wednesday, October 10, 2007 5:52:32 PM

    Polarized sunglasses are basically designed to reduce glare. I got my prescriptive pair at my local optometrist office but I lost this $400.00 pair while shopping after a baseball game up in Oakland, CA. There are inexpensive pairs online and at the local drug stores too.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polarization

    I suppose if there is are objects zipping way too fast for conventional airplanes or jets from those lenticular formations, then one may consider visual encounters of the ‘first kinds’.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Close_encounter

    Pictures or videos taken with polarized filters could also be useful to support objectively what one could see subjectively with your polarized sunglasses.

    So far there are no noticeable lenticular cloud formations around my area for me to try this neat experiment. There are also polarized filters for cameras and videos that may show.

    Although those polarized sunglasses allow me to see lots of rainbow colored effects on the dashboard and the uneven appearances on the windshields while driving in my car, the sight was quite dizzying and distracting.

    11:09PM

    http://www.ebaumsworld.com/pictures/view/41127/

    Heard copter overhead while trying to make image of dancing black girl turn counter-clockwise.
    The best way to reverse the turning is by forcing the mind to look and the shadow below and reset to the opposite direction.
    First time I could ‘control’ a two-dimensional image with my mind.

    911 Trek: Star Trek crew playing poker and voice overs regarding 911 Inside job.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_Dj2B0OO4s

    SADDAM IS NOT DEAD! by tamlac00
    Ach du liber!

    Mashup: Numa Numa + Angry German Kid + Star Wars Kid by kliqueman

    OSHO – Strange Consequences by OSHOInternational

    After Friedrich Nietzsche declared that “God is Dead” – the word F*CK has become the most important word in the English language.

  • 20071007-Daily Diary

    Sunday, October 07, 2007 8:33:37 PM

    Last name was originally spelled with the letters ‘V’ ‘E’ and ‘I’.

    [Last name here] St. in Philippines:

    Unknown if still exists in province called Tuy, B@t@ng@s.

    [FIRST NAME HERE]

    Fe = Iron (element)

    Fe = Faith (Sp.)

    Linda = Pretty (Sp.)

    Flynn = son of red head (Gaelic)

    A nickname I modified from [First name here].

    Therefore,

    Furinda Berirosu (Japanese).

    You people need more cross-cultural studies to accept each other.

  • 20071002-Daily Diary

    20071002-01:30AM
    20071002-01:47AM

    zapping
    thoughts of sending out left to right cleaning then zapped a shifting downward left of heart

    Tuesday, October 02, 2007 11:00:37 PM

    20071002-1059PM

    Mister fly visited as I was viewing warriormatrix.com/feed.

    I was squeeling happy and waved at it.

    It flies on my computer screen and went away and then landed again on 11:00PM
    at base of radiation shield of monitor.

    11:07PM been copying and pasting feed material to word document and heard mr. fly buzz around my left ear and then landed at base of computer monitor. I said, Hey! Mr. Fly! Then he flew off elsewhere.

    11:10PM: Mr. Fly lands approx. three inches from bottom right hand corner of radiation screen and I said, Hey! Mr. Fly! Then he flew off elsewhere again. Ok J.B. – knock it off now. Go to sleep!

  • 20071013-Childhood Chat

    Created Saturday, June 16, 2007 2:24:03 PM
    Modified Saturday, June 16, 2007 3:04:50 PM

    Childhood by Maw

    Elementary
    Sis ume aida
    Swing at river
    Take everything out
    Broken plates white ones
    Put and drop into water

    Go down and pick few.
    Aida ate pashing
    Mom only got few. Too small.

    Take out panty out
    Arrive home,
    Granny spanks due to showing at river
    Dark skinned meaning burned under sun from playing

    Swim under water and go up when young
    Even senyong
    Dry coconut

    Skiun the skin and tie shells together
    Under arms with clothes to learn how to swm

    Father bath in the river.
    Grandpa throws kids into the water

    Mom’s shallow water with her feet touching bottom of water
    Gloating with head above water

    School rainy season
    When mud, Mom makes putty stove with caldero and water and mug
    Dried like clay. Mom made those.

    Grandpa made house, square house little taller
    On top of the roof. Banana tree.
    Cut string it’s curve
    One up one down
    Something in front
    Selling dried fish with dried leaves

    Line like straw
    Buyers are out playmates
    Pay broken glass in exchange for leaves (like fish)

    Jell-O hibiscus leaves
    Why? Toy! And sell like jell Jell-O
    Ulam

    Calaymay binbingka – hibiscus leaves

    During recess time
    Invite friends in school
    Balimbing with ridges around
    Eat during not greedy
    Eat on or two stop don’t steal baon one penny five cents a week
    Tamarind around school
    Drop down on the flour
    Pick it up and snack
    Sometimes
    Around fence big round brown fruit ripe when yellow

    Green young then go back to eaten by kids
    Satisfied… buy two candy for one penny
    Every day good for one week from Mon. to Fri. spend it all nothing left
    See to spend and pick up dropping from ground
    Big sweets sweet on the outside

    During mango season
    Wind blow hard it breaks
    Crispy and yellow good to eat exp. In the early morning
    Guava on sat. sun ate nit sister, and nita
    Go to town to gather just to eat not to gather
    Site on the rock and watch the rice field grow wind blow
    Sweet wind blow. Smell and waving rice stalks
    She remembers

    Waterfall picnics in Kalayaan
    Senyong gather green jackfruit
    Uste and coconut milk in it
    Plate eating is banana leaves
    Senyong but leaves and divide as plates

    Mother makes ice cream in factory
    Ice maker crunch of ice
    In container put something there and ice become ice cream
    Carnation mile, young coconut milk and sugar

    Ume sister good at crooked water falls drop down there — too deep
    Senyong drop her go he will catch her
    Senyong not Florene not.

    Uste nit does. Picnic eat with hands Swim
    People pick more and bring more no more no thinking about more.

    One time went to mountain to gather certain nuts
    Palm tree have a long vertical surrounding full of fruits clusters plenty
    Cut the end and get inside soak inside
    Suddenly turned black, night dark eclipse
    In the middle of the day
    Hear the bird screaming. Down Kalayaan
    Chicken are crawling all over pig around running
    Chicken sitting and sleeping thought it nighttime
    Suddenly birds wake up.

    Middle of the day
    All animals settle down to sleep
    Scary old people are praying and wondering why night. Don’t know what to do.
    Sun comes up and innocent as if nothing happen.

    Hang around even though she did do anything and learned skills by looking

    Appreciate tell story. not Jr. has to tell it if other’s don’t experience it
    Mom complaining about telling story and Jr. continues to ask too many questions and mom thought he was intellectuals

    In our very old house before. Only have one room upstairs
    Cover of our house is the leaves of the coconut leaves
    Father put them together. When it rains
    And then our door is cover in the half. You can look over and no one get into the house
    Rain some waters go in the house.
    Remember the chair was a broken canoe and made into ad bench
    By grandpa.
    Eat on this long curved bench due to curve of boat
    Kids sat on the long bench

    One tuyo fish squeeze into the vinegars and rice
    For the whole family and the taste of vinegar is all they ate with rice.

    When father has rice one egg mix like with his hand and measure with grandpas hands and everyone has an equal share

    Granma each have a banana share.
    Mom fight because she got the small ends to their siblings

    People plant rice mom and dad senyong plant rice
    Water is up to waist line and muddy
    But they plant rice

    Rice go up and land is dry and during harvest season

    Planting season is flooded and into the ground
    So that’s what happened to Mom
    Grandpa harvest 30 coconuts grind with hand 123
    Finish everything squeeze little water until sauce come out
    Boil cause until coconut disappear then only oil content is left

    Sap from coconut squeeze is not wasted, make to candy
    By crowning sugar like binbingka

    Shell is to be burned as used as charcoal
    Whole in back of house things there dried leave burnt it soil
    Fire it until everything is burned cover it banana leaves
    After the boiling underneath
    Charcoal used to cooking and ironing

    Make some flour have rock
    Inherited big round rock with canal around
    In the middle with ridges outward
    On top with hold in middle located on tope

    Put rice into middle hole and manually rotate clockwise
    Canal goes out with liquid and catcher
    Bebingagng

    Found the half of the house during remodeling
    Cant find top half of grinding stone as big as fruit basket
    Something wood connected to top tock

    Coconut tree everything one tree all parts useful
    Fruit – milk and oil
    Sap = dessert
    Cover = fuel
    Leaves = cover rood of house
    Tingting = walis booming

    Nothing wasted
    All know these things watch her dad

    Palaklak
    Dried falls to ground
    Chopped to small cooking fuel
    Nothing wasted

    Wine on eo fht palm tree.
    Cut into trunk of palm and a long bamboo have ridges
    Make it arm length and tie around palm tree
    To catch sap from palm tree
    Next day to check for any liquid
    And drink as sweet but stay in jar and sour turn into wine

    Young palm trunk mom and dad beat them until flour comes out.
    Trunk = flour!

    Young bamboo sprout – selling in store and that is good

    Imagine go to school without anything on feet
    Big banana leaves or Gabi leaves is umbrella

    Mom mot society girl.
    Hurts my head
    Told Jr.. not interested
    Mom told him have headache
    Told them don’t too much TV.

    Mother’s intuition knows if the other is good for them or not.
    Can’t change attitude
    Come from the person
    Like parish Hilton 26; jail will change her.

  • 20071012-Daily Diary

    ‘Shrimpsei’ are you JB?

    Did ‘Garlic’ (aka ‘Bb’) set me up like that while chatting under gxxxxxxx01@yahoo.com with fxxxxxxx68@yahoo.com???

    Something about Egypt and connections in Africa.

    Who are you people?

    Do you know anything about Dagon?

    Are these investors your people?

    Too bad you do not know what Flynn is talking about because I thought you can know what I AM.