Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Month: December 2010

  • Cherish Charity

    King James Version : 1 Corinthians 13

    13And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.

    —

    Today, Maw and Paw sent Christmas presents to my maternal side of the family. Tonight, one maternal relative wanted greet his Lola, who didn’t want to speak. Paw ended up talking to the guy, who begged for help. Maw got pissed that this relative would dare to ask for a hand out, outright, by calling long distance.

    I got pissed at Maw that she would even think that: It’s not nice to not “help” when someone is in need. She didn’t “earn” that wealth by refusing to send the beggar the taxpayer’s money.

    “Your (late) Lola Valing may have been poor but she never begged for anything. She didn’t introduce us to her rich relatives in Lumbang.”

    ~Maw during tonight’s dinner.

  • 1 Corinthians 13:13

    1 Corinthians 13 (King James Version)

    13And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.

    —

    Today, Maw and Paw sent Christmas presents to my maternal side of the family. Tonight, one maternal relative wanted greet his Lola, who didn’t want to speak. Paw ended up talking to the guy, who begged for help. Maw got pissed that this relative would dare to ask for a hand out, outright, by calling long distance.

    I got pissed at Maw that she would even think that: It’s not nice to not “help” when someone is in need. She didn’t “earn” that wealth by refusing to send the beggar the taxpayer’s money.

    “Your (late) Lola Valing may have been poor but she never begged for anything. She didn’t introduce us to her rich relatives in Lumbang.”

    ~Maw during tonight’s dinner.

  • 20101218-Noticing Numbers

    I’m viewing some YouTube videos by the whitehouse. I see that the duration of the “President Obama Signs Tax Cuts and Unemployment Insurance Legislation” video is 13:11 minutes. I noticed that the double tassels to the two flags flanking in the background and on either side of the President are colored not in golden yellow but in red, white and blue.

    In the “President Obama on Afghanistan-Pakistan Review“, the duration of this YouTube video is 10:11 minutes. The event occurred just right after I posted an image showing a Filipino U.S. solider wearing a black heart on the right side of his helmet. The news link was about Afghanistan, by the way.

    Last night, I followed a half-sized, yellow-colored school bus en route to the VP’s. The lower right hand corner had the black markings that read: W-144.

    The other day, I followed a mini-SUV with a license plate number ending in 311.

    For the most part, the double digits continue to show up on atomic clocks, odo/speedometer readings, CA license plate numbers, screen shots, date stamps on spreadsheets, websites, etc.

  • 20101216-Thumbs Down

    On 12/16/10, I replied to one of my favorite “conspiracy” site proudly powered by WordPress. One could tell with a little smiley face located somewhere on the page.

    It’s a discussion thread about “Creepy Robot Pop Star” featuring a robot dressed up almost like a human with very big MAN hands and dancing to music along with four Japanese dancers in the background.

    So far I’ve earned six “thumbs down” for being sarcastic. That’s what I do best: make people think positive of this alleged “trans-humanist” trend instead of negative regarding bio-units incorporated into metallic components.

    Honestly, I did cry at the beauty of creation, even if its intelligence is artificial. Not all should be considered bad.

  • Open Forum Nutballs

    Whatever or whoever is running the show of this planet happens to be entities (humans, aliens, hybrids) with natural telepathic abilities and other technological advances. Unfortunately for most, they are nutballs, prone to depression and other forms of addiction, such as drugs, alcohol and smoking. They belong to none and all groups imaginable, infilitrating politics, relationships and religion.

    Last night I read a disturbing and not entirely inappropriate thread posted on an OPEN forum discussion board. The poster entered a bunch of words jumbled together – incoherently and in a drunken state. I replied on the miscellaneous topic and suggest the spook post his thoughts on a personal weblog. Of course the forum moderator assured that his content is fine by him. I should just stop participating with these highly specialized, reincarnated spooks, who troll the place like nasty little ticks filled up with blood sucked from my scalp.

  • Karaoke Kringles

    Like an opera singer, I sang the “Twelve Days of Christmas” of which I got an applause! Bahaha! The microphones reverberation did a good job on my quick singing. But I didn’t score well. My voice is not good for modern, “urban-type” music, which Tess K. excelled that night. One Asian guy sang a nice tune by Peebo Bryson. His voice almost sounds like Peebo.

    Paw kept asking questions and got to talk with the full-time staff. Again, I do not see myself working full-time with this company – the “Plan B”. I’m still counting on “Plan A”. “Plan C” would have been like Wikileaks. Then again no one would believe “aliens” (good, bad and fuglies) run the show of this planet. “Plan D” is still uncertain.

    I got a chance to talk very briefly to most (but not all) of the team members. Everyone is supposed to vacate the property at around 3:00am. I didn’t see anyone willing to get severely drunk at the vice presidents home.

  • Regular House

    At around 5:00pm, I arrived home from work where I found the twosome. Both just came home from two or three doctor’s appointment. For one hour, Maw and I prepared the “pancit noodles” for everyone to enjoy. None of the noodles was left when Paw and I left the party at around 10:50pm tonight.

    The Christmas party was held up in Pleasanton, CA off the Livermore 84 (21B) exit from HWY 680. I actually “veered away” from the exit initially and had to travel an extra two miles one way, just to get back to the mysteriously missed exit. That took about ten minutes of travel after one hour and fifteen minutes of traffic in the rain STORM earlier.

    The Livermore exit was long and winding and very dark. There were no streetlights to mark the ways and the first intersection with a four-corner streetlight marked the area of a gated community. There were not high electrical towers either. Only the bright and blinding headlights coming from the opposite direction made driving less safe.

    After making a left into the gated community, the security guard took down my last name and looked into her computer, smiled back at me through the window and raised the arm blocking our way in front. We took another left and saw the well lighted front house of blue reindeers and such.

    Roy, his wife and child seemed to be waiting in the darkened front porch. The door bell works off and on. Paw and I waited in line to be let in and of course the guest host was John. He was a great host, offered cream for my coffee, which he helped dispense too. The wife didn’t know us and didn’t bother talking or entertaining us shorter minorities.

    Paw and I sat at the quieter dining area with Erica and her white husband. Bobby and JenJen later joined us with Gary munching happily away at one miniature cupcake. I found out he went through two divorces and one girlfriend four months ago. I’m good at triggering people’s vulnerabilities.

    I swear JenJen needs the job to support her family. I don’t think Hoan could get along with JenJen. For whatever reason, the guy didn’t make the party but seemed to only make a decision after I provided him my thoughts after emailing back and forth. In one email, he wanted a carpool, which Paw wouldn’t appreciate. There is something terribly wrong with Hoan – a persistent little pest.

    Tomorrow the three of us, including Nam, will be working to work on a backlog of work. I take that as a cue to leave early from the party so that we could rest for the next day.

  • 20101217-More Spooks

    No hello but more ‘bastos’. I guess that what Tess K. does best. While waiting in line for her to finish getting a cup of coffee, she continues to talk to five, tall dark “purple-colored”, good-looking South Asian Indian guys. She had her back turned to me and I gave her my back and the bottom of the right shoe while the guys looked on from the hallway. There is terribly something wrong with her or maybe she’s being traditional in the Asian sense by ignoring me. Maybe being ignored is a good standard. I may need to sign up for a cross-cultural crash course to better understand the differences so I won’t be too easily offended. My bad in advance!

  • Early Morning Mass – Day Two

    This time I did not feel wide awake. I kept my eyes closed as much as possible during the “Simbang Gabi Mass” at 6:00am and tried to sing along the choir with three pages of songs. Refreshments were cold mini-pandisal rolls with butter (or half chicken sandwiches), warm rice porridge with chicken and tofu and cookies. Hot coffee and hot tea washed down the food. Again, I helped to collect the folding chairs and talked with some parishoners. Then I went to work early and found the stupid email to the direction of the VP’s place for the X-Farts’ Party. I wonder if I could bail out of the party because it is raining! I really don’t care about hanging around with these creeps.

  • 20101216-More Spooks

    So the whole place where I work has a tag team of spooks — from JenJen’s poker face professionalism (much to Steve’s chagrin) to Hoan sanpku-eyes of personal issues.

    As far as I know, both email each other. Hoan continues to email me. JenJen continues to work in her usual “controlled” pace. John is a brassy, loud-mouth unprofessional with a butt load of alcohol in his mouth. The rest act Asian or white if they dye their hair lighter than natural.

    Of course, the auditors were nearby and the balding Steve claimed that one activity was done by accident. I looked at the history of all those ending in the letter “R” and sure enough I was made a scape-goat. So Phan emphasized a process rather loudly as whizzed past my desk and probably whispered to Nam in his language to come to my desk and got louder still.

    I too got loud because JenJen had mysteriously printed out a hard-copy of the quantity and reel standard a few minutes earlier. Most of the entries were done by the full-time staff. I played along and it didn’t bother me because I know what the auditors are looking for. So there! Nyah!

  • Dryness Cornea

    Well for the past few days, my left eye has felt dry. For whatever reason, there feels like something inside. This morning it felt like something inside.

    The grainy or sandy sensation withing my left eyeball occurred after pooping really hard two days ago. Or that perhaps some crumbs from my finger, encrusted with cheese, probably landed inside my eye.

    I flushed well with water several times that evening and thought maybe it was a bad allergy from walking around during the day of the freak storm later that evening.

    I don’t know why it feels weird but kept drinking, hopefully, enough water to keep hydrated. But I noticed that my water bottles of usually three have only been used twice. So that means I’m lacking another bottle of water during that day.

  • Dryness Patch

    For the past month or so (I do not know exactly), I’ve acquired a mysterious patch of dry skin right over the area of my right kidney. It is located towards the back and close to the side rib cage. Maw has been putting Vaseline ointment on that area once in a while and has done so a few minutes ago.

    I asked her where the general area of my kidney would be located by point to my back. And sure enough it was right where the dry skin is. I then made comments about how “aliens” were either trying to harvest my right kidney or they were repairing some damage to that area.

    Because I do recall blogging about “pain” underneath my right rib cage and sometimes towards the back. And mysteriously enough the general pain no longer seems to exist. I thank them if they are the kind souls to help me in that manner.