Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Month: October 2010

  • Burying Death

    Death sucks. That means loved ones go to heaven while the rest of us suffer hell here on a beautiful prison called planet Earth.

    On Tuesday, we attended the viewing of Rose. The five children suck, especially the fat one with a BIG Hottentot-type bottom of lard. I could kick that bitch’s ass. Even “Minh” called Maw the following day and complained about the bitch, who looked down and up at us when we arrived at Fred’s house for the first of 40 prayers last week. Fat lard ass bitch!

    The only eulogy about the dead one (who sport ugly, blood-shot, red-eyes) was that she “prayed” everyday and that was it. The old bag did NOT work in her damn life and probably was too stupid to raise five of her stupid children effectively. Fred did all the work, coming here to American and bringing the family from the Philippines. He almost bled to death from lack of food after she died. He too painkillers without food. And as a result he had to get a blood transfusion and couldn’t attend his own wife’s viewing and burial. Creepy family.

    Anyway, I sang along with the choir sitting to the left of me – in front and back. I tried singing the Filipino lyrics, carefully following the EXPERTS, in melody and harmony. My voice blended well with a few stumbling of words. The clarinet play softly while the electric guitar accompanied the pianist. I should be singing, just like the grand-daughter who sang soprano “Ave, Maria” – a different version.

    Then yesterday, we buried Pimon. I cried, the girl cried too but only because she couldn’t work out her problems with the boy. The girl doesn’t get it. She should not be married. She admitted that to me a few days after her wedding. But I hear that alot from other peers my age. I’m not surprised. It’s their path. I cried to hear her crying but for some reason I didn’t feel it in my heart, not like my crying for Pimon.

    Today, I cried in the bathroom again at 3:00pm. I had to let it out. I was thinking of someone from my past. But I was too stupid to know how to take action. Forward over ten years later, I’ve not improved. Just existed, ready to die after knowing too much crap.

  • 20101014-Bored Again

    I hate working here. Two more months and I’m out of here! Good riddance. The work load is coming to a grinding halt. It’s no wonder the company has trimmed many times in the past. There’s little demand. Who knows? Maybe, it might get better and the three of us will get hired full-time with benefits; so that I could start over. Only the friendly people have kept me sane. The rest keep draining me of my last pennies!

  • Stuff It

    “If a guy falls in love with you, the first impresson counted when you wear padded bras.”

    ~Theresa (during the noontime walk today).

    Really? Well, I happen to go without one, especially when I have to sweat from walking under the friggin’ hot sun! My “bra” happens to be a regular, sleeve-less undershirt, which I remove and wipe down with after the lunch walks. The blouse has patterns to “cover” any sign of breasts.

    “I’d feel guilty having breast implants.”

    ~Theresa again…

    Really? If an old soul refuses to get laser eye surgery to correct his strong prescription, then WTF would I want MAJOR surgery on my chest area, just to look “fuller”? It’s not natural. It’s all fake, which is why I’d rather “impress” the guys with my “free-willies”. Get it? They get what they see and I’d hate to disappoint them with “reality” later on. So there!

    Anyway, my rib cage is wide, especially the sternum. And I cannot find a bra size of 42 with an “A” cup! That’s right! I would prefer a marathon runner’s physique then a rack full of lard or gel. Bigger breasts just gets in the way, too! Plus, bras are torture devices that choke off the rib cage from fully expanding without pain. So stuff it!

  • Dead Bug

    After posting a previous blog entry and after spraying down screen with my eyeglass cleaner, I caught site of a dead bug at the bottom of this computer monitor by Dell. Okay, it’s alive. It uprighted itself. Whew! Now it’s walking away from the arrow of the base and on my desk. Ewww! Watch out!

  • 20101014-More Guys

    So at around 11:30am, the handsome guy and his boss, Chris, left together and probably for an early lunch. Of course the tall one was smiling widely. Whatever is going on, I’m curious! I hope Chris doesn’t think anything is going on between the guy and me. The tall guy and I are lunch buddies, folks. If I hear anything else, I’m going to hit you people with my big stick! Whack!

    Anyway, Chris is an Asian about my height. He is a smoker and has cute son. He looks like a serious manager alright. I like that in a guy – a take charge kind. He wears his hair all spikey with gel and so does John, who is gradually getting bald. John said he used to have hair that grew below his eyes. Whatever. He’s such a joker! The John is a smart kid and sure does laugh alot. I bet he has lots of joke to make my brain veins pop out!

  • Nasty Men

    So last night, I’ve heard a story about a recent full-time hire. The guy happens to be Muslim and he wanted to take one month off for his Ramadan holiday. But the superior declined the request because he is still new and there was alot to do for the company.

    According to the wise soul, Muslim men claim to treat their women with respect as long as they get want they want – power over women. Since he continues to ask too many basic questions and since the superior’s personality is non-confrontational, the guy is not pulling his weight around the workplace. The other co-workers have complained and the superior is already documenting the poor progress. The place is planning to fire the spook.

    Yes, that’s right: He’s a spook and probably one of Obama’s goon from the government. The spook may have worked mostly in Europe and passed the test and interviews with the hiring team but he is not worth keeping on the company’s payroll. Another Muslim man in another company was also documented and fired for not doing his job responsibly.

    Regardless of religion, these Muslim men are bad news. Sorry that’s my personal truth. Stop infiltrating the American businesses. Your work ethics suck and don’t use the system to your advantage. You are not going to get away with it. There are more qualified AMERICAN people who are not so damn nasty with other co-workers. Trust me. I know: I too can get loud but humor in return so as not to offend.

    Praise be to Flynn! Amen.

  • Morning Greetings

    I’ve learned to greet my team members with a simple “Good morning”. Unlike Jen’s natural beauty, my smile is still strained and the corners still downturned like a pouty model kitteh with an aloof attitude. For the most part of my life, I hardly smile and only do so because of social norms to keep the mask of friendliness and the air of sweetness. And that’s how I keep the corners of my eyes from wrinkling.

    As such, I was chatting with Hoan for a few minutes at his desk about the four of us burying Pimon the parakeet yesterday: Maw had carefully wrapped her beloved pet in a nice paper towel, Paw handled the shovel and dug the hole, the boy bent over to place the dead bird into the soil and I was the only one crying out my red eyes.

    Then at around 9:20am or so, Mike gentle tapped my right shoulder as he gracefully walk away towards his desk. I looked quickly to my left. That’s how unique the the bald guy is: He should be nominated Mr. Congeniality. I thought nothing of his action, except continue babbling to Hoan. I must be dumb for some reason or desensitized from pain as told by me two days ago while walking under the friggin’ sun with Mike. I tried not to look his way but noticed John nearby to my right.

    So that’s how people are: existing for a moment as fetuses in this universe, an egg and passing by other sailing ships on the wide open ocean as seafarers of ancient Greek – an old soul according to his friends of 1,000 years or so and a warrior, too, fighting reptoids in the boy’s dreams as told last night during dinner after the burial of Pimon the parakeet.

  • Nothing Common

    Communism and socialism are political systems that force incompatible parties together for the rest of their lives until death do they part. Do not impose. It will make people go crazy. I know. I’ve heard enough from tonight’s versions from two irreconcilable differences.

    —

    “We have nothing in common.”

    ~Boy about the girl at tonight’s table.

    My dear boy: You are correct! That’s going to be a life-long commitment. Separate now and forever hold your peace.

    —

    “The children puts a strain in [our] relationship.”

    ~Mike to moi last week or so…

    “When your kids turn eighteen, just kick them out so that you and your significant other can be together in peace.”

    ~Moi to Mike right afterwards…

    Am I callus? Yes! And I’m blunt, too. It’s reality, folks. Either you are ready and responsible enough to get married or your are not the type to be tied down or hung upside down. Again, certain personality traits are one of freedom, whereby security is just having a companion. That’s all. There’s no need to be an actor and continue to lie to me, to yourself or to others and live a miserable life with a dreadful company in denial.

    —

    “I feel like I’m just living a life and not living.”

    ~Theresa to moi during this noontime lunch walk around the eBay area…

    My dear girl: You need a vacation! Go get a room in a hotel for two days over the weekend. No phones, no contact with the family. Let the husband take care of the family.

    —

    It’s better to be single. Marriage is just another formality. While I despise the word usage of “skankster ho” from my “friendly” commentator, I believe in free-love. That’s right! It’s the cheating game or better yet a common-law marriage.

    Matthew 19:10

    10His disciples say unto him, If the case of the man be so with his wife, it is not good to marry.

    The Word of the Lord. Thanks be to Flynn.

  • Matthew 19:10

    Matthew 19:10

    10His disciples say unto him, If the case of the man be so with his wife, it is not good to marry.

    The Word of the Lord. Thanks be to Flynn.

    —

    Below are my rants:

    It’s better to be single. Marriage is just another formality. While I despise the word usage of “skankster ho” from my “friendly” commentator, I believe in free-love. That’s right! It’s the cheating game or better yet a common-law marriage.

    Communism and socialism are political systems that force incompatible parties together for the rest of their lives until death do they part. Do not impose. It will make people go crazy. I know. I’ve heard enough from tonight’s versions from two irreconcilable differences.

    —

    “We have nothing in common.”

    ~Boy about the girl at tonight’s table.

    My dear boy: You are correct! That’s going to be a life-long commitment. Separate now and forever hold your peace.

    —

    “The children puts a strain in [our] relationship.”

    ~Mike to moi last week or so…

    “When your kids turn eighteen, just kick them out so that you and your significant other can be together in peace.”

    ~Moi to Mike right afterwards…

    Am I callus? Yes! And I’m blunt, too. It’s reality, folks. Either you are ready and responsible enough to get married or your are not the type to be tied down or hung upside down. Again, certain personality traits are one of freedom, whereby security is just having a companion. That’s all. There’s no need to be an actor and continue to lie to me, to yourself or to others and live a miserable life with a dreadful company in denial.

    —

    “I feel like I’m just living a life and not living.”

    ~Theresa to moi during this noontime lunch walk around the eBay area…

    My dear girl: You need a vacation! Go get a room in a hotel for two days over the weekend. No phones, no contact with the family. Let the husband take care of the family.

     

  • Pimon Dead

    At around 5:34pm, Maw called to announce that Pimon the parakeet has died. She found him on the bottom of his cage at around 5:00pm and wrapped him up. I’m supposed to pick-up Chinese food to feed the twosome, who will help bury the eight year old bird. He was alive this morning when I replaced his water. But he refused to eat.

    Bye bye Pimon!

  • 20101013-Weathery Ways

    Today is friggin’ hot. I’m friggin’ hot. It’s because I’m wearing a double-knit top with a round neck. Plus, I normally don’t wear bras so that means I have to “cover-up” my breast areas with ANOTHER material – a fleece vest! Now that’s hot! It was from walking VERY fast this time and without the normal pain from my feet and joints, except an old injury from a bite located behind my right calf near the outer bone of my knee joint area.

    Theresa and I walked early today for lunch from 12:00pm to 12:30pm around the eBay area in a clockwise direction because it’s more shady with tall trees and the sunlight is towards our backs. Whatever, the sunlight warmed the grounds and air enough that my umbrella was useless to prevent me from sweating! Sure, I burned a bit but not by much from direct sunlight. The ultra-violet rays still gets to my skin, causing that uneven, farmer’s tan my from wearing the short-sleeved shirt.

    So here I am sitting at work, blogging this entry and cooling slowly from the air-conditioner after eating fast within five minutes and after removing my undershirt, wiping down my sweath and washing down with cool water from the friggin’ automatic faucet that squirts miniture sprays of water fast and quick – not long enough to fill up the cups of my hands!

  • 20101013-Trying Theme

    Today is Wednesday the 13th of October. And I’m trying a new WordPress.com theme:

    Spectrum by Ignacio Ricci

    A beautiful and colorful theme that can be further customized with support for custom menus, background and header. It also features a full-width template for showing your images. Read more about Spectrum →

    The first thing that caught my attention was the eye-candy! The background has a rainbow of colors: blue, green, orange, pink, purple, red, silver, white, etc. It’s so fruity and edible!

    The font size is larger than life! It’s so big I could cry!

    The top navigation bar is in reverse order, meaning the “home” button is on the right.

    There are big arrows pointing to each blogroll link.

    The “headers” for the post titles and sidebar are styled inside ribbons of lime-green and silver, respectively.

    The little icons are everywhere: author, tags, categories, comments, prev/next navigations, etc.

    I may have to tweak this theme with my paid CSS upgrade.