Month: January 2008

  • 325501-Trust Again

    Hi L.O.V.E.,

    Love is to trust noone else but your own heart’s calling — a faith blindly following an eternal bond, unbroken by your own teacher — experience. Love is a ongoing process which never seems to end, something you give up for a moment, off the beaten track until after sufficient time of healing your broken heart, trust and promises, you could love others once again and share your one moment of being alone and lonely in, yes, your selfish world – a form of ego, truly meant to be appreciated by only the eyes of the beholder, along with all the crap.

    (I hope I made sense as this is what came out of my mind rather quickly on this fine morning. [Yawn]. But, yeah, good luck to those who help themselves first before helping others. We all need to move on with our lives anyway.)

  • 20070109-Dream Journal

    I awoke from a dream and heard someone say: ‘And they were left on their own…’ I kept thinking this person, probably in a male voice, meant the Dutch people. I remember looking back from where I came out, which was outdoors and daylight. The place was green — grass and some trees.

    Straight ahead was the strongly build structure of light color. I see a person walking towards and disappearing to the right. There was a large white vase as high as one story because the person walking past by it was about as tall as one-fifth the height of this object. There seemed to be another tall vase to the left but my line of sight was being blocked.

    The prior scene was going towards a place that could lead me back out to the green garden area. But a guy in a long trench coat of probably a shade of brown color was standing to the left side of this entrance way, which was a few steps down to the door below. He was looking to the left side of my dream and oblivious to my presence.

    I slid or scooted down ward to find myself emerging elsewhere on the top side (or next level up) of this same structure. There appears to be a handrail and I followed that straight, left, then back almost like in a ‘U-shape’. There was another landscape to describe after coming out of the ‘U’ but I forgot rest of the dream.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 13619-Twin Killer

    What? And kill my only best friend I could ever possibly know and learn to love? Never! It’s like killing a twin and that, my friend, is murder.

  • 20080109-Playing Piano

    After breakfast, I’ve been recording my playing piano on my Kimball via the digital camera the whole morning and had trouble finding a tall enough prop for the camera, which sat on an upside down remote control caddy, on top of Maw’s column-shaped, plant holder and with a yellow rubber glove to keep this ‘expensive’ electronic device from slipping to the wooden floor.

    I couldn’t figure out how to modify the play time and kept using the stupid Windows Movie Maker unsuccessfully because YouTube.com didn’t recognize this .mswmm format. I tried ‘reinstalling’ the program that will allow me to edit the movies taken from my digital camera. And that worked for awhile until I couldn’t make the text of the lyrics appear at the right time for each measure.

    As a result and out of frustration, I included the lyrics in the description field in YouTube.com below for the following Mexican folk song: Mi Hamaca (My Hammock).

    Here are the lyrics:

    Yo tengo
    mi hamaca tendida,
    Junto
    a la orilla del mar.
    Y mi
    cabana escondida
    en medio
    de uncafetal.

    [Refrain]

    Sombra me da el bosque,
    Brisa me da el mar,
    Besos mi morena,
    Que bel llo es amar.

    Como golondrina,
    Que volado va.
    Cual mece mi hamaca tendida
    de aqui para alla
    de alla para aca!

    English translation:

    I hung my hammock near the sea,
    My cabana is hidden by the trees on shore.
    I am kissed by my love,
    With kisses like swallows in flight,
    And my hammock swings gently to and fro.

    This next Mexican folk song is called: El Cefrio (The Breeze) and this one had the lyrics scrolling upwards from the bottom center of the video are included below, too.

    Here are the lyrics:

    Blancos jamines
    catos de aves,
    Rumor de besos,
    lle vale tu.
    Mas no le digas
    lo que ya sabes,
    La noche es negra,
    la noche es negra
    la tarde azul.

    English translation:

    Soft breeze at twilight,
    Gathering the fragrance of flowers,
    Take the perfume to my loved one,
    But do not tell her I grieve.

    Now this video is a popular one of two from the same era that I managed to record, edit and upload. But this one had three long verses that I didn’t bother posting it on YouTube. It’s called: I Will Wait For You.

    I’m waiting until my bio-units are finished watching television nearby without distracting another recording that mysteriously didn’t make the cut for today. Recording and editing videos take a long time and it’s a pain in the butt, literally because I’ve been sitting at this computer the whole day.

    The day is cloudy gray with off and on rain (just like yesterday but not two days ago which was slightly sunny). It’s been freezing these past few days and I hardly venture outdoors to avoid catching cold.

    There are lots to learn in front of the computer. I really should start looking for work but that’s another pending plan.

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

  • 325690-Coffee Buzz

    Besides browsing the internet, reading topics posted on BTS and blogging, my system is still processing cups of coffee I drank earlier today and still feeling the buzz. Weee!

  • 20080109-Daily Diary

    Prior to bed after midnight, I felt channeling in my whole system. I’d lie in bed knowing my head/ear pressure has not subsided. I kept telling this unknown ‘entity’, if any, something. My left hand especially felt very tingly. I though I’d grab my mini-etheric wand in my left hand. Then I felt a sudden feedback in the form of a jolt zapping my left palm where the contact was on the copper wiring wrapped spiraling around the leather covering. This full buzzing sensation continued as I drifted off to sleep.

  • 20080109-Dream Journal

    This dream was in the night. There were at least two military personnel in full gear. From on plateau top of this hill, they had used their automatic rifles — pointing to a 3 o’clock direction of my dream. This scene of live firings was after a scene where someone had run almost in super human speed downward to the bottom of this street and never returning.

    If standing from the top of this hill, the super human would be going downhill as if writing a backward letter ‘S’, only the middle section of the ‘S-curve’ was slightly straighter with the terminating end section trailing towards part of road below. There appears to be buildings along the intersection (or the top of the letter ‘S’ sector and also somewhere to the ‘inside’ curve up on the hill.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20080108-Just Beginning

    So I watched (and heard off and on through short naps) the whole televised cable programming of the New Hampshire Primary on CNN. To the surprise of many and after raising Barack Obama upon a pedestal to sit at second place; Hillary Clinton won overall. The votes went mostly to the Democrats with John winning the Republican side (this time) and with Mitt coming in at second, again.

    Tonight’s speeches were ordinary: Barack Obama’s (who seemed not too happy and slightly teary-eyed) was once again the better with rhythmic chanting of positive affirmations towards change than Hillary Clinton, whom I couldn’t believe actually showed ‘human’ emotion yesterday by the slight sounds of choked up tears in her voice. I wonder if her ‘breaking down’ in public (and her husband’s public ranting) actually influenced the voters to wake up and think with their hearts, too.

    To me, Mitt Romney is still a creepy ‘Stepford’ robot on one side; while John McCain keeps strumming his home grown image and repeating that cancer/health story, again! Huckabee seems normal enough; while John doesn’t look good with his cancer, honestly. The rest should concede now and let the top three for each side fight to the end. The losers could save money this way and donate the rest of their unused funds to charity and seriously to us all justice in this manner.

    All I could add to this blog is that if Hillary wins the presidential seat in 2008; she could select Joe as her running mate; since Joe Biden does have international experience. This is your hint, people: I know that the country is not ready for change. If the change were to happen under the new administration, say, like pulling out ALL the troops from Iran, the ‘terrorists’ (whoever they are) would come back and mess up everyone’s hard work to secure peace against this mysterious ‘weapons of mass destruction’.

    For example, the Philippines seemed to have gotten worse after the Americans gave the Filipinos their independence. I don’t know if the country has improved recently but as far as I heard the religious fanatics are crawling all over the once docile provinces. People no longer sleep with doors and windows unlocked. Iron, prison-like fences are now fashionable to some homeowners against the poorer town folks. This is an ironic example on freedom, eh?

    And the Filipino people who were once ‘nicer’ are now much more selfish and greedy for money, even if it means to sell their lands once beautified by the tall coconut trees, now chopped down for oil and foodstuff and leaving but empty lots of tall, dry grass as high as the waist. The investors are planning to build a second hydro-plant right through my maternal ancestor’s land, by the way. And that could take up to 18 years to complete!

    So the New Year of 2008 is ‘Just Beginning’ (as per a held-up sign I saw during Hillary’s speech tonight which finished on 8:18PM Pacific Time). The country definitely won’t hand over its administration to whoever won’t fit the bill of a ‘New World Order’ (whatever the heck this may mean for us all as a nation with whatever ‘hope’ is in store for the whole world).

    A new world means giving up the old timers, their ways of thinking and adapting to the changes of the younger generation who will have nothing left in health care and social security. I see this change occurring slowly and subliminally via lots of black suits being worn by the CNN folks as if they were attending a funeral. (I’m being a cynic, again).

    Bottom-line: Politics is a dirty and cut throat business, sold based on popularity but much nastier as the next super model, all dolled up and primed for the next showdown. The speeches by these candidates sound good to unaccustomed ears of the ‘younger’ generations but when reality comes into play, these well-seasoned ‘seniors’ are ALL windsurfers at best and will completely change their original course of actions after the elections are over and to suit their agendas. Y’all should know that by now! Wake up!

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  • 20080108-Daily Diary

    Received cellphone call from Pete via [cellphone number here] to [mu cellphone here] at 03:19PM 01-08-2007.

    About ‘her’ over ‘there’ paperworks to bank to endorse to be checked tonight. Pete will call me back tomorrow. All I said was thank you twice and appreciate it then goodbye.

  • 20080108-Dream Journal

    This morning I dreamt of walking through San Ramon, CA. ‘Maw’ was with me. The place was mostly light brown in color and there seems to be lots of finer dust floating in the air everywhere. The ground seems to be unpaved and brownish in color, too. Everywhere I saw was construction being done to this residential area.

    Some of these single family structures are being built from ground up with light-colored, wood framing to my left. I see large, yellow-colored construction machines, like backhoes, to the left, too. To my right, I see some structures already completed as tall as three stories high with windows installed, angled roofs to allow for rain to go into gutters and colors of olive green exterior paint.

    Later we went to another place straight ahead and I forgot the rest of the dream.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20080107-Leila Stranger

    This morning ‘Maw’ and I decided to buy some bitter melon for her lunch dish today. So we went to our local Asian grocery store at 99 Ranch, which is only two minutes from our home. I parked at the usual disabled lot, placed her placard on the rearview mirror, waited for her to hobble out the passenger side of the car and with the maroon aluminum cane (bought from Longs Drug store) in her right hand made the rest of the way.

    We suddenly were intercepted by a short, stout-faced stranger — a Filipino lady by the name of Leila. She had a ‘Bad Boys Bail Bonds’ key strap around her neck, wore this bright pink-red lipstick, which was slightly smudged and hobbled also on her aluminum cane. Her knees are as bad as ‘Maw’s but she is only 55 years old. So they spoke about life and how they came to being injured in the knees.

    Initially, ‘Maw’ didn’t seemed interested to speak with the lady but was nice enough to exchange a few words as we made our way slowly into the entrance of the store and with our shopping carts, well, which I got later on after ‘Maw’ wanted some pumello fruits to eat. We spent almost $10.00 for these thick-skinned, almost grapefruit tasting delights.

    Leila was the dark skinned variety but had spunk as she continued on her idle chit chat, which refreshed me since I hardly talk to anyone nowadays from being indoors most of the time from lack of work and enthusiasm to explore or maybe fear of injury due to lack of expensive HEALTH insurance.  

    The old lady then told the tale about her divorce — how she put up with her old man for dating a younger woman, gave him three months to go to her or come back, off and on for a year until Leila decided enough was tolerated and how she will not remarry an interested suitor of a good friend. The family of the guy gets along well with Leila, by the way.

    Unlike ‘Maw’ who has ‘removed her rose colored glasses’ just recently last year, Leila learned early at 15 years of age that not all people is always to her best interest and that others DO take advantage of her kindness, like ‘Maw’. According to her, some Filipinos are hypocrites as churchgoers who later chit chatting about others behind their backs.

    That’s why the old lady stopped attending any religious functions from her 7th Day Adventist, Catholicism and later Jehovah Witnesses. ‘Maw’ then told her about how the Jehovah’s limited their fun of partying, gambling and drinking but some ‘deserters’ do whatever they want without their ‘elders’ knowing of their free-will. She basically prays to ‘God’ in her own special ways.

    ‘Maw’ then in tears told the stranger that she doesn’t use foul language or speak nasty to other people. This is where the final conversation usual hits home base: The reality is each person is better off left alone after doing many good deed in life for others and taking so much ‘trials’ that the only thing left is taking care of oneself in a more calmer, peaceful and stress free status in life.

    I noticed she wore a golden necklace of what appears to be a double, winged design with some sort of crystal in the middle. All I know is that she is one of many messengers that ‘Maw’ needed to help her overcome the ‘trials’ of not fully understanding the existence of mean and hurtful people.

    The basic message from Leila (and like so many others we’d meet recently) is to treat others as you’d be treated. All others who have ill-willed thoughts and done wrong in words and actions will have their fates dealt with by ‘God’ and returned to them later on in some way. This is the truth that someday those who have strayed from the narrow path will remember the true light of loving each other unconditionally.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20080107-Daily Diary

    Cried when I read the Blessing~ 1998-2008 poem about kitty cat via wordpress.com.
    Wanted to blog about two other instances of crying. yeah right.