Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Month: December 2010

  • Quick 2-Minute Survey

    Here is a WordPress.com survey via the dashboard. I voted “Yes” because once I lock myself into a theme, why the heck would I switch back to a free theme? Hahaha! So I’m looking at WordPress.org theme samples via http://wordpress.org/extend/themes/ and I see “Calotropis” and “BirdSITE” as something I had in mind! Alright? Notice the “block-shaped” elements.

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    * Holiday / Seasonal
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  • 20101221-Being Bored

    In approximately two hours, I’m able to finish around 200 entries. That’s average of over 150 items per hour. So the boss can take out the two lumps of clay. They suck up precious hours of nothingness. Everything’s caught up. I don’t understand where the backlog is. The job can be done in half a day. The rest can be done by the full-time staff. The three positions are meant to meet the “diversity quota”. There’s more involved but the smarter ones can figure out what to do next. Hopefully next month, I get to be free of these morons.

  • Back Door Code

    At around 2:15pm or so and while mentally ranting to myself about this “temp job from hell” but in reflection later on by looking straight ahead and slightly over the top of my cubicle wall and past the windows and blinds at the gray and white clouds in the skies, I stared at the green-colored “EXIT” sign above the slamming back door to my left.

    What I saw were two codes:

    • E.T. = extraterrestrial(s) and
    • XI = Roman numeral “eleven” (or 11)!

    I think that’s how I got my six-month as a contracted worker. Thanks! As for the number eleven, that means E.T. has been trying to communicate with us in this manner via double digit codings! Ooo!

  • Early Morning Mass – Day Six

    We missed the fourth and fifth early morning masses for “Simbang Gabi”. Today, we heard the “5pm Youth Choir” perform. Little Claire was there to sing. They were VERY good with harmonies and played instruments well, such as keyboard and guitars. The microphone system made a few howling noises, drowning out their beautiful voices.

    The reception had the normal food of egg sandwiches (my favorite), fresh-cut, wedges of oranges, cookes, porridge (of chicken and vegetables) and of either coffee and tea for drinks. The surprise today was a performance by the “Fil-Am Vets Rondolla”. One guy did a medley for Filipino musics – traditional and a few Christmas. Maw donated some money and we got a CD of ten of their musics.

    This time we didn’t have to put away the tables and chairs. I went to work early again for the third time this year because I’m wide awake.

  • 201012201-Rare Lunar

    For the past few days, I’ve read about how the 2012 could really occur around the total lunar eclipse on 12/20/2010 – 12/21/2010.

    So during the whole night (and prior to being very sleepy around 11:00pm and retiring to bed thereafter), I “sensed” the ladies were working hard to bring the planet’s vibration into harmony. I held my powerwand and two of Shrimpsei’s teenie crystals in my hands and used visualization.

    En route homebound last night and perhaps throughout the daytime yesterday, I saw in my mind’s eye a smiling moon and in its place a white chrysanthemum. I also imagined my dandelion puffs as the moon. Its reflection would be my dandelion roars for the golden sun.

    The moon shone its halo through the foreboding dark clouds of purple and dark gray that evening and again this morning as I willed to temporarily see its moonshine. I had wanted to point the Shrimpsei crystals for a few seconds at the moon.

    At around 6:57pm last night, I felt a tremendous shift in which my “body” moved to the right. I normally face the dinner table in a general northbound direction. At around 7:35am this morning, I sensed a blink out. I was pooping at that time, by the way. It smelled, too!

  • 20121220-Got Gifts

    Tonight, I eyed a nice USPS box from a “friend”. After putting away the laundry (which was washed, folded and ironed by Maw and Paw), I opened the box and saw a white notebook paper, which read as follows:

    Thank you
    for being
    there
    The Boys

    🙂

    Then I dug around the green-colored, 1.5″ inch, cylindrical-shaped packing stuff and felt something solid. It was wrapped in orange-colored tissue paper (not for blowing the nose, of course). Inside this wrapping paper is a 3″ inch by 1.5″ inch, circular-shaped, green-colored object. It’s a trinket (or jewelry) container!

    Green Trinket
    Green Jewelry Container

    It’s the third one! It has three, five-petal flowers with three stones in the center. There is a frog sitting on two of the flowers. There are five butterflies – four small ones and one large one, which has four yellow stones on it. I’ve decided to put my rings inside this one.

    The other goody is an orgone sunburst. It was wrapped in red paper with the designs of three-petals of poinsettia everywhere. I assume that is meant as a Christmas present but opened it up hastily anyway.

    Orgone Sunburst
    Orgone Sunburst

    So there you have it folks: A long-distance friendship reciprocated in the form of hand-held, eye candies. Thank you!

  • 20101217-More Spooks

    Sometime Friday an usher’s wife called Maw and cried to her about the husband wanting to resign from “serving the Lord” that day. There was an incident in which a group of alleged “Viets” got a hold of a locked combination and may have taken some of the contents, which could be microphones and such. The wife then went on to describe how another “Pinoy” usher got a hold of the combination and was trying to sabotage the other usher.

    Here are a few of my theories:

    • The first usher claimed some people might want him to get in trouble.
    • There may be telepathic among the parish members who know of the combination.
    • The first usher “sabotaged” himself to gain favor and sympathy with the priest.
    • The second usher is jealous of the first usher and may have sabotaged the first usher.
    • Someone looked over the shoulders of the first usher.

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    And to think I gave the second usher a “half-hug” around his shoulders as he placed his head temporarily on my left shoulder! Had I known earlier, I would have ignored the buffoon. He was waiting behind me during that early morning’s post mass reception, by the way. No wonder the Pinoy lady with the high hair-do and thick eye makeup didn’t give the cad an eye contact. She was near the table to our left.
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    Then during the Eurcharist of the 10:45am choir mass on Sunday, we saw the first usher still serving! For whatever reason, it appeared that he had not resigned his post after all the feeling of having of a “heart attack”. The cad is noted for talking harshly with the “Viets” of our parish because they don’t seem to care about cleaning up after themselves during the events held on parish grounds.

    Prior to the closing blessings, the priest announced several events happening and said:

    “[If anything happens, it’s not my problem.]”

    In other words, the damn Asians can take care of themselves.

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    Paw had joked earlier about a scenario between the priest and the cads:

    • “Father! We have sinned! We ask for your/the Lord’s forgiveness!”
    • “Sons! You are forgiven. Now go in peace and sin no more!”

    Maw quipped:

    “The ushers are much older than the young priest!”

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  • 20101220-Dream Journal

    Okay. This is one of the few times that I’m NOT too lazy to record a dream. This morning I remember finding one BIG, flawless diamond, which I had a jeweler carve into a nice diamond ring, which I wore on my left ring finger. I wore another diamond ring of equal weight on my left thumb.

    I imagined that he might do a slight of hand trick and switch my newly found diamond with a fake one and that I was drifting off to sleep. But I felt he was an honest guy. Whatever.

    Anyway, in another scene, I was wearing a black (strapless?) dress and a black high heels. And I found myself trying to climb up wooden stairs. Some people made it over to the “front door” of this massive building, which could be a hotel or something.

    For whatever reason, the very “last step” leading upward was missing! The height between each stemp would be about five feet. The light colored, unpainted slabs of wood could be seen to my right sight of vision. As a result, I could barely reach over to pull myself up to the “main floor”.

    But since I was wearing high heels, I didn’t get a good grip nor have the strength to swing my dominant right foot over to the top. I guess it wasn’t my time to “pass through the doors”. I got pissed and went down to find something, as if a stool to help me get over to my designation.

    I didn’t find anything and went back to retrieve my black high heels and something else and decided to take the back door, which was easier.

  • 20101220-More Spooks

    Well, the place is still crawling with spooks. This morning there was a pear-shaped, white guy waiting at the corner of a financial place. Upon my arrival at the particular corner intersection, he fumbled in his right pocket and pulled out a cellphone, obviously to phone in my presence. He was wearing very small shades and was balding.

    As for Tess K., she seemed frustrated that I couldn’t sing the background refrain “Turn around” during Saturday’s karaoke party at the VP’s “regular house” up in Pleasanton, CA by rubbing her forhead (or third eye chakra). Corrinne A. and Leoni R. were also two other former co-workers, who would rub their foreheads around my presence. I guess I’m “rubbing off” on them too much. Hahaha!

    The other two spooks continue to email their sentiments with each other. I’m intentionally leaving my sentiments via emails as an audit trail that TPTB stuck me in this “temp job from hell”. Again I should be grateful for inheriting “fishy scales” to a lesser degree but I wouldn’t know and really don’t care. So back off, you morons!

  • Dizzy Air Shopping

    Yesterday, upon arrival to the stuffy air inside Sears (Eastridge Mall, San Jose, CA), I felt VERY dizzy. The event was near the elevator. And right behind me was a very tall “white lady” holding a walking cane. I thought: “She’s a reptoid.”

    When I grabbed hold of Maw’s walker, the disabled one got irritated that I messed up her walk. Sometimes, I want to knock her head for being such as bitch. Anyway, I heard laughter behind me. Upon hearing these tall ones mock my situation, I raise my left middle finger as if to scratch my left head: I meant to flick off the fools behind me.

    I believe the indoor air of polluting chemicals from the clothes was not circulating and the build-up of carbon dioxide, carbon monoxide and especially methane from the big fat white cow behind me sucked all the good, oxygenated air.

    When we finished shopping two hours later at around 2:00pm or so, the stupid air came out of the ceiling vent, which was directly located overhead where I felt like passing out. The sensation was losing balance, a slight disorientation and blacking out.

    I believe our acrylic jackets were trapping too much heat; thus it caused both Maw and I to feel stuffy.

  • Masonic Team

    Oakland Raiders
    Oakland Raiders

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    Yesterday, while impatiently waiting in line with our five, Christmas gift items from Sears (Eastridge Mall, San Jose, CA), I see one customer with lots of clothes – one of which showed the Oakland Raiders logo on the front a shirt.

    Just then something occurred to me: The one-eyed patch covering the right eye of a football player reminds of the Masonic propaganda being sold to beer-bellied, sport fans worldwide! Now I know why certain groups (namely Blacks and Mexicanos) are driven to advertise this NFL team.

    I wished they wake up for once and realize how they are funding TPTB by buying tickets, caps, shirts, pennants and other useless souvenirs, such as bobble-head figurines. By promoting Raiders-related junk, these mindless fans are in actuality paving the way for the NWO. Sheesh.

  • 20121219-Dream Journal

    This morning and again later on this afternoon Maw reported her dream to me. She claimed that she might have had a past life experience in which she was left all alone or abandoned. In one scene she had missed her train ride. Dr. St. G. and her sister Nita were there. The doctor stayed behind to watch the baggage. She asked if there is space in the first train but there was no room. The train came back for her the second time but she had to get out because she forgot her blood pressure monitor.

    At around 1:30pm, we were trying to check out five, Christmas items from Sears (Eastridge Malls). There was a very skinny black lady with a very small head and very round eyes. She was wearing a blue top. She had brought over a crying little Mexican boy with wavy hair and his brother too was lost.

    Maw wondered why they didn’t just announce the name over the intercom. I was thinking predators would have wanted to claim the boy even though it wasn’t his mother. He had smooth round cheeks and red eyes from crying. I told Maw he was left all alone and abandoned because his mother couldn’t afford to take care of the brat.

    Notice the similarity between Maw’s dream and the lost boy.