Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Author: FLYNN

  • 20061012-Daily Diary

    I arose at around 07:30AM and heard my bio-units leave the house for their daily morning mass with the slamming of the garage door from downstairs. Then I went to use the toilet and later felt like I had to go back to bed and take a quick snooze before heading out the door to work.

    I drifted in and out of consciousness; toss and turned from one side to the other and heard the water sprinkler turn on around 08:00AM. I got out of bed afterward and did my usual morning routine of opening up the wooden blinds to let the blessed sunlight filter into the acrylic windows.

    The blue skies were nice and expected another nice day at work, which I did by walking around for fifteen minutes around 01:00PM after eating my cold roast beef sandwich for 4.50US notes and after hearing that stupid voicemail message left earlier this morning on my cellphone.

    At 01:55PM, I received Maw’s phone call about BooBoo, the light cobalt blue and white parakeet, which had blue and swollen feet. Paw and I took her to the bird hospital where she is currently located tonight. I paid half the deposit with my credit card and we went home with the empty cage.

    I proceeded to bring out Persimmon’s old black cage for the two females and placed that one next to the larger one, where the three boys are currently sleeping. The goal is to separate the males from the females so there will be no more love making activities that might wear down their little bodies, especially the females.

    Dinner was eaten; dishes were done and we packed four spare ribs for Brat to eat. We stayed until 07:15PM at his house while Twit was socializing at night with people other than Brat and we took home a slice of his sausage pizza, which I ate at night as a snack.

    Maw had both legs massaged to help reduce the sensation of ants crawling on the skin and I did her pedicure with the blade that scrapes off dried skin. This is a cleaner way of smoothing out the thickest skin on the human body. It’s like a miniature guillotine of all sorts.

    She said her thanks and we retired for the night at 10:30PM. Once again, I read my articles online and learned that the peacekeepers are having a difficult time. Talking to stubborn people is like talking to rocks that would never budge or become more than hard-headed rocks.

    That means there has to be a large enough hammer to make peace work by breaking their stubbornness. Flapping their lips as diplomacy won’t work on these stubborn folks and maybe hugging them tightly to squeeze some love into their being might be a better job at this point.

    So far the night has dragged on smoothly as I wonder if I should call in sick tomorrow. There is no point in languishing at a place that has too much weirdness for me. Three collectors will be moving closer to their collection manager, my former boss. This means ‘Jerk Turdannatto’ will be closer to me, too but separated by my cubicle wall and an aisle.

    This place is a joke, really. But the real weird joke is the numbers I received upon arising this morning. The numbers are five digits: 32454. I did query online and found it is located in Florida.

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  • 20061012-BooBoo Better

    Please provide a prayerful boost for the sickly parakeet named BooBoo. She is a little over three (3) years old and has been admitted to the bird hospital near the 85 and for the night. The attached photo is dated 24-March-2005.

    Maw had called me around 01:55PM at my work phone. She told me that BooBoo’s feet looked blue and swollen. So I logged off from the computer and told the boss that I had an emergency with one of the parakeet, who may have a broken leg.

    I left the building around 02:00PM and arrived at home thirty minutes later. The skies had wispy clouds again. I did see her legs were discolored and found her leaning most of her weight to her left side upon the water container.

    I quickly got the carrier cage from the garage; put at least on perch for her and a seed cup, which I knew she wouldn’t touch though Maw insisted to have the container inside the cage. I hollered at Paw to get ready to accompany the both of us to the hospital.

    After a couple of phone calls, I found one that had a physician available. The first one was nearby but the doctor wouldn’t be in until the 16th of this month. As I spoke to an Erin, I searched for the address online and printed my map.

    The map didn’t help because part of the street was cut off from printing. I knew I had to exit ‘right’ but didn’t realize we were headed north and in the wrong direction as pointed out by Paw. So with one U-turn from one end and another near the 85, we arrived at 03:15PM.

    I heard the bird went on the floor during the ride because the horrible suspension and braking system of this car was very rough over northbound 280. And sure enough when I removed the birdcage from behind the seat of driver’s side, she was flat on the floor of the carrier cage.

    I got out hurriedly and both of us went into the Suite C instead of the Suite D in error. I used my big brain and logically followed an arrow-like sign of a bird pointing to the right side of the building. The side door did not have any markings to show this was the place.

    But as I peered inside and past the windows, I saw this had to be the place. There was a large bird cage containing three male budgies and they were big boys! I happen to love boys because they are much friendlier and don’t bite and hard as the females when grabbing for treatment is needed.

    We filled out the front and back sides of this paper and the bird with its cage was brought in the back for assessment by the physician. The place was clean enough as we waited for no more than five minutes and during which time I went back to talk to the three male budgies. Good boys!

    The doctor came out and explained what could be wrong and the assistant lead us back to further discuss the treatment for the brat, I meant, the bird. We found out that she had a big tummy that wasn’t supposed to be there.

    There could be the possibility of liver disease due to the diet of mostly seed; low infection or hormonal. The doctor saw her cere, which is the waxy part of the nostril, was too big and there were bruising both on her beak and toenails.

    During the interview, the doctor wanted to understand our philosophy about treating the bird. I explained that based on our technology we should intervene and provide whatever comfort for the distressed bird.

    BooBoo was in distress from her obvious panting. The first estimate was affordable and we got an X-ray done on her to find that the bones lack sufficient calcium. The second one involved more testing – one was the draining of excess fluid from her tummy based on the X-ray.

    As the assistant held the bird in the wrapped towel, I observed the head of the bird jolted as the sign of the needle making its way to allow the swelling of said tummy to relieve the diaphragm, which seemed to have prevented BooBoo from inhaling enough oxygen.

    Her oxygen level was at approximately 35%, which was below the normal 50%. And the doctor provided a before and after sample, which showed both dark and the normal pink color, by snipping a piece of the toenail. Then a yellow powder was applied to stop the flow of blood.

    The incubator and oxygen tank helped to comfort BooBoo for one night’s stay at the hospital. And I received a phone call from the doctor at 07:00PM but had my cellphone turned off while both Maw and I visited ‘Squirrel-Ling,’ who is alone at his home again; while Twit is out buying presents for another wedding and at night (as usual – sheesh).

    [My opinion is for a couple to be together no matter what. I told Brat to ‘spy’ on her and find out really what she is up to. She could be caring for her bum brother during her nights out almost everyday; since they bought a house together.]

    The cost of treatment didn’t matter to us. As long as the breath of life flowed through our little BooBoo, we were willing to make her live as long as she wants. The estimate total is close to the crown I still have to get done.

    So far I’ve bounced two checks and gotten another voicemail message earlier this morning for help by those ‘Morons’. But of course our BooBoo has been the priority of today. None would help me. None would help BooBoo. With proper perspective of being alone, I have decided that none could help us except ourselves.

    P.S. The Bible thumpers should read well: Owe none! And the flow will happen, I swear!!! But according to my ‘watcher’ by association at work, he told me during lunchtime that I should not want too much of anything. I learned that all that we need has already been provided.

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  • 20061011-Another Eleven

    Wednesday was boring and I managed to get most of the work done. I started feeling sleepy in the afternoon and found out online about a plane or copter crash into a building in New York. Now, I do not know about mind programming but, once again, whoever or whatever is doing these weird events better stop.

    I wonder what the signifance of the number eleven is  and why people need to be reminded of what some went through on that September event dated on the 11th. Now today happens to be smaller event but dated on October 11. Would there be another weird event dated on November 11 five years from now? Ooo!

    Anyway, I came home and hungrily devoured ‘Kali-Maw’s cooking of bar-be-que chicken and vegetables of beans, squash and bittermellon. She then wanted me to massage her legs but I refused because I was tired after work. She then wanted me to listen to her stories of mostly noise about older people and into my ear holes and she got mad.

    My energy level started waning significantly after lunch and I didn’t have the patience to be around anyone after work. I hurriedly cleaned up the kitchen as I heard her bewail from her bedroom that her daughter is bad. This is funny because I was already labeled good as of yesterday after massaging her feet with lotion.

    I wondered what happened with ‘Kali-Maw’s opinions of me. This off-antd-on and hot-and-old scenario has been played for most of life and I’m sick and tired of being stuck in this rut as an old maid. This is not funny and I have good reason to blame the ‘hole’ world. My saying ‘No’ is empowerment but at the same time I play the victim.

    I crept upstairs with the slight popping of the wood from underneath the carpet and washed up before going to bed. I tried to ease myself into another restful evening in hopes of not hearing anymore controversy from downstairs. So from 07:00PM to 10:33PM I’ve gotten all the rest I needed.

    The current time is 03:04AM and I have been in front of this computer for a good five hours of sleepless night. I suppose there is something weird with yesterday because this was the second time I’ve had a drop in energy level this bad. My first entry of this experience was from my now deleted blog dated on 10-March-2006.

    My eyes are beginning to close as another wave of sleepiness comes to me. I’ve deleted more blogs prior to Sunday, October 1, 2006; cleaned-up more emails from several Yahoo! accounts and read more articles online. I have not yet decided to check for any emails or chatting message from this Yahoo! profile.

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

  • 20061010-Bible Thumpers

    Aaaiiieee! There are Bible thumpers at work! I hate when people preach to me and in my face about their faith and belief. I sincerely do not dislike these hard workers for trying their best to sway my worldview about religion. But I’ve had enough self education to know better of my tolerance for further influence.

    I will, however, hear them out because they should be at least given a chance to hold onto their hopes in this manner while living in this harsh world. I noticed that their glazed over eyes cannot hide their past history no matter how much their religion may have provided them a fresh start from their bad choices in life.

    I am not into charity and definitely cannot give them a penny to add to their hard earned hit points. This is no way to enter heaven! Neither is sitting with a bunch of strangers and pretending to enjoy their blow holes flapping their hot air into my congested ears holes. I have actually snored through one sermon. [My bad!]

    I refuse to be encouraged or invited into their boxes. I especially refuse to let those Jehovah Witnesses or Mormons, who knock at my door to be let inside my house box, too. For whatever reasons, they would visit our house but not other neighboring houses. Once again, I will have to write my long head letters to remove our address from their lists.

    In reality, these groups are to be pitied for being ‘saved’ from their humanity. I cannot believe certain people continue to hold onto every freaking words printed on black and white, especially the Bible. The words have been written eons ago by old farts, who may have deleted (burned) some vital passages or modified (plagiarized) some text to suit their needs.

    I love any knowledge widely available and there are other printed materials, such as the Torah and the Koran, to help balance my understanding of why religious groups preach too much. If people study the history of their religion, that could help them understand why there are so many versions of the same truth.

    For the most part, I have been born and raised Catholic in a Filipino family. Before the Spaniards came over and coughed into the faces of the Filipinos about their better version of worshiping, there was peace with nature. Now there is greed and pollution.

    Gee! I wondered what happened along the way. Surely, the contamination was not radiation in this sense but the pollution of the truth, which is the harmony without the garbage of fear to be saved or the sacrifice to work hard but to know that the almighty has always existed, even prior to the building of the Egyptian pyramids.

    P.S. Allelujah! You’re saved! Now shut up and get back to work!

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  • 20061009-FootBall Night

    Oh, dag-nab it! The AFL Denver Broncos did win Monday Night’s game as expected! The score was 13 to 3 for the Baltimore Ravens. I came home from work around 06:30PM and overheard ‘Shiva-Paw’ watching the game on television. I assumed, as usual, the team would win again and decided to skip the evening broadcast and missing Michael Flynn’s interceptions tonight.

    I’m not much of a sports fan and have not really gotten used to sitting hours on end in front of the television with munchies of popcorn, chips and dips to sustain my interest in a mostly male driven activity. The closest to enjoying any sport on the professional level were the company paid baseball games (mostly the favored Boston Red Sox team of my former tall boss).

    I do not understand why anyone would get overly excited on sports events, such as football, by watching players get their bodies smashed by other players willing to be paid exorbitant salaries that would take care of many starving families for a life time.

    The repetition bores me and I hardly notice how each play differ each time. Huddle, throw and touchdown sums up this type of game. Then the cheering would signal the viewers to get up and make noise as positive reinforces.

    I bought two shirts – one overly large and one sleeveless – online to show my support for this AFL team. I still have those hanging in my closet and hardly wear those because one happens to be large enough to sleep in instead of wearing during daytime while the other shrunk too small to flatter my large arms with the distinct farmer’s tan.

    So why did I try to belong? Let’s put it this way: one of my ex-boyfriend was related to one of the coaches. Earlier this year, he is now a head coach of another football team in a state where OIL seems so abundant. The career of this coach is pretty good for most of his life and I may switch to a new team. I prefer the horse logo over the bull logo, though.

    As I mentioned in my previous blog, the ex was a co-worker and he continues to work as a collector down the road where the old building of my current company was located. As I think, he does remind me my former boss, who does collection at my current company.

    Most of his relatives happen to live in the state of Florida after I queried his surname online years ago. Also, I do remember seeing on his wall the largest photograph of the former president Gerald Ford and him during a camp back in 1976.

    Unfortunately, the guy was not much of a conservationist and the relationship went away. I wasn’t ready for marriage although he did mention a place where they held wedding receptions in downtown Los Gatos, CA. My memories of him never left. [The talented sweetie knows what I mean by: Jon. Jon. Jon.]

    As I build my stories of weird associations, I did sign and submit an online petition regarding a September event after discovering a website possibly related to these people via one of the Yahoo! forums, where I wanted to ‘educate-myself.’ And like sports, I have left that forum after a few months in pursuit of more challenging knowledge.

    I did not realize that my name would appear by normal engine searches under this website and cannot have my name removed as a result. (Or could I?) The September event is partly explained in this particular website because that is all I could reveal. Anything else I may know around that event is purely speculation.

    P.S. The pressure in my head and ears is activated again. I couldn’t sleep well because I felt hot and had to drink more glasses of water in hopes of filtering out the heat trapped within me. Actually, I take that back because the vertical fan both cools and blows from my left as I blog.

    P.S.1. “Saturday in the park, I think it was the fourth of July… ” Partial song lyrics by Chicago.

    P.S.2. The skies were blue for most of the day. At 06:00PM, I saw lots of wispy, wuffy clouds in the western skies from my car. They seemed to hover farther out but between the tower where I work and the western hills of the Bay Area.

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

  • 20061008-Sunday Night

    The current time is 10:00PM after I rested for three hours. I logged into two other Yahoo! profile and checked for any chatting messages. And sure enough I’ve gotten the same message from a ‘chat_detective.’ I responded to both with ‘Who’s this?’ and then set this spammer to ignore. Replying to these messages was the only way I could ‘archive’ the messages for future references.

    Won’t the H.S. Abomination stop bugging me or anyone’s Yahoo! account? I read somewhere that the ‘See Eye Aye’ owns Yahoo! If what I read is true, then to heck with Yahoo! By the way, Yahoo! has a circular building, which is located near a church in Santa Clara, CA and across from one of the towers where I work. I’ve been a member of Yahoo! for over ten years and so far the crap has increased via chatting.

    Recently, I would receive email spams from one of the two accounts above. Once again, this has to do with spammers from Nigeria asking for money and other businesses located in the U.K. I wouldn’t know what newly weird oddities could show up at anytime. I know that these two accounts have been marketed because I have more Yahoo! accounts floating around that do not acquire spam.

    Dinner was eaten; the dishes and laundry have been done, except hanging up my clothes. I tucked the parakeets in for the night with their freshly washed cover; ate my ice cream prior to my three hour rest; and read my comic strips and some articles online. I keep learning little things every day.

    While resting, I got bored. I easily get bored. As my mind wandered, I thought to myself, ‘If Go[o]d originally came first and sprouted two mirror images of the original – Bad Go[o]d and Good Go[o]d, thus creating three Go[o]ds of the same, then there should be no ‘evil.’ And, lo and behold, I came across another article showing that people get into a bad habit of practicing bad behavior, thus forming tendencies towards bad attitudes. This is what I mean by COPY CATS!

    The bad aspects of humanity seem to loop over and over again like a broken record because of copying other bad examples. In recent news, I see that this North Korean country tested nukie-heads successfully. I thought the current focus was on the Iraq country in the Middle East. What is going on here? These countries are copying each other to scare the whole world and ultimately each other for power and control. They are COPY CATS! [Personally, I would not copy the bad hair job of that crazed leader. He looks like a mon-chi-chi.]

    Stop copying each other by being sick; in pain or angry! We should learn to practice Go[o]d qualities, like being quiet for once! Eventually, people will get tired from all the noise and come away softly and gently. I like soft and gentle. This is like resting peacefully on a cool summer day and reminds me of soft pillows and gentle music to sooth and calms the nerves. Ooo, I feel in love already!

    So, yeah, practice goodness whenever possible. The choice is yours alone and free will allows these choices to be made possible. I notice when I get angry that affects other. If I say out loud, Hi! I love you! Good morning! How are you doing today? that would make me seem overly friendly. But at least I tried. This is better than being a grouch forever.

    P.S. I would encourage those who continue to be angry to stop. People could get hurt, you know.

    Divorces: Please stop ruining the family unit and try to reconcile any differences. If there is already trouble is air-head land, please make a clean break before making any children. I’ve seen people affected by the breakups – guys become alcoholic and children become bitter. However, I’ve seen people move on with their lives and re-marry, which is fine but never the same.

    Death: Please stop getting hurt and nurture the inner child. If babies could stop sucking their thumbs, one could lick their wounds and move on. There is a life after death, really. But what would I know? I do not remember my past lives, if any. So do yourselves a favor and think outside the box of physical death. Immortality is such a long time and being alone forever is impossible.

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

  • 20061008-Sunday Evening

    The current time is 05:54PM and we have finished washing the car. The laundry is being done to wash away the dirt and grime we’ve gotten while ago. At around 05:30PM and closer inland, a high flying plane made its way from north to south and laid its double trail cloud. At 05:43PM, the trail cloud did not stick. I am sick and tired of you people copying each other!

    Any way, I had to take my long shower after doctoring the parakeets and eventually found myself napping with my eyes closed on my bed. At 05:00PM I heard ‘Kali-Maw’ holler from downstairs, ‘Let’s clean the car!’ Darn it! I had to get up and do the right thing in life and go with the flow. This means if poop, which is cleaning the cars, has to happen, let it be.

    I tried to clip on my hair behind my head clumsily; made my way downstairs slowly as each knee cap unhinged from its frozen state; got the outdoors slippers to wear; got the keys to ‘Shiva-Paw’s car and found ‘Kali-Maw’ was already hosing down my car. ‘Shiva-Paw,’ for whatever reason, stood by like a robot and didn’t budge. So I reversed his car from the garage to the driveway and we all proceeded to wash the car.

    ‘Kali-Maw’ and I had to holler at ‘Shiva-Paw’ to commence the cleaning of his car as he stood in the middle of the garage a few more minutes. I think we are all getting older. And I’ve noticed that we are slowing down more recently. These simple instructions, like get the sponge; start washing and dry the car, are all that older folks like ‘Shiva-Paw’ will need to function normally in the years to come. He’s a good man but sometimes it’s hard to think for each other. I believe this is what is referred to as ‘teamwork.’

    Oh my god! And I’ll be the one to care of my parents since ‘Squirrel-Ling’ is the younger from me and, well, he happens to enjoy himself ‘selfishly’ more without interferences from us. That figures! I think I mentioned this issue in my previous blogs but girls happen to be the ones to care for their parents; while the guys move on with their lives and wives and all because of ‘spit’. That’s what I believe is true! He’s a good boy, though. Oh my god!

    Tomorrow will be another day at work and another dose of reality with my other family. I do not know where they got the idea that working is a second family. I’m not really close with the people I work with and that’s because I would feel hurt to get too close when the time comes to say goodbye.

    I know there will be a time when I have to leave the company and that have better be soon. This is based on my biological clock, which is telling me I better make children because my bodily parts are beginning to hurt and weaken. Also, my patience is wearing thin as I complain like anyone older fart about working too hard. I really should not complain because there are dirtier jobs out there.

    Well, ‘Kali-Maw’ hollered again from downstairs to announce dinner time. ‘Time to eat!’ And so it is.

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

  • 20061008-Sunday Afternoon

    Firstly, I am full of Vietnamese soup (or pho). The current time is [Buurrppp!] 02:00PM. My meal was a regular soup full of white vermicelli noodles and chicken without skin along with two small slices of jalapeno pepper, handful of bean sprouts and hand picked mint leaves.

    I ate only the noodles and veggies and drank a glass full of Thai ice tea and the complimentary hot tea to wash down the foodstuff as a substitute for the soup. I’ve taken home the leftovers for dinner tonight.

    Around 12:00PM and prior to eating this lunch with my bio-units, who got the beef noodle soup versions, I saw three white trail clouds being laid around the southwestern skies of the Bay Area. There were wispy clouds nearby as this one plane traveled in that general direction.

    This particular trail cloud didn’t look straight and actually seemed to curve slightly downward as if to avoid the large wispy cloud above. Both trail clouds and wispy clouds did not stay for very long. If I am correct, the sky seems blue and the sunlight very bright. Yes, indeed, I know why. There were white mistiness and brown muck earlier this morning too.

    Earlier, after eating breakfast, we went to walk around the Great Mall in Milpitas, CA. Maw and I did our slower strides for a good twenty-five minutes while Paw had his faster pace. We would always rest afterward in front of the water fountain where children played.

    During our resting period for another fifteen minutes, we saw: an Asian baby wipe its face from ear to ear with a napkin, a black girl with blond hair and Asian girl (with the prettiest smile and dimples) throw their pennies into the fountain, an Asian boy (who seemed autistic) wipe the fountain with his sweat pants; another small Asian toddler playing with the water; and a South Indian boy smiling at us from his baby carriage. Both the toddler and father would look at me. (Hehehe).

    My walks were not at all fast both yesterday and today. I have been feeling winded out lately. My left foot and my bad–left knee have been aching for the past few days. Last week and probably from eating too much salt during those special days of the month, my right foot felt full one night at bedtime.

    I decided to drive us three near the foot of the hills. We drove by to see the ranches with horses on the right and a bunch of other houses on the left. Straight ahead there were those houses on the hills and there were sale signs at the base of one gate leading upward to the community.

    I suppose the housing market is getting softer with the jobs getting the hardworking people nowhere fast. And that means a good sign for the buyers, who cannot afford to buy these bigger boxes of high brow amenities. I’m still stuck at my bio-units’ house, by the way.

    After we got home from lunch at around 01:00PM, I noticed that one of the parakeets had stains on her left foot and discovered her vent was all messed up. Some feathers from the surround area have been plucked and it looks quite bald. I guess she could not pass her eggs, if any, because we didn’t provide a nest box for her or wanted more chicks than we could handle.

    So my priority was clean her up, which I did by grabbing her; holding her under the faucet of running warm water and soaping the area well. I had to hold my tongue from screaming out loud as her sharp beak bit into my right index finger twice. Each time I adjusted her head between my index finger and thumb to hold her steady so she would not inflict pain upon me. She was a bad girl!

    Then I decided to trim the beaks of her two brothers. One had a beak that turn almost inward toward his neck. I washed a nail cutter in detergent and then poured the boiled hot water to further disinfect the tool. I wasn’t sure if I would end up cutting the vein inside the beak but prepared Q-tips and alcohol to disinfect the area in case he bleeds. He was easy to grab because he didn’t know what I was planning to do with him. And in a few minutes he had his very first beak trim. He was a good boy!

    The second one knew I would grab him. I had to slowly follow him around as he tried to escape within the confines of his cage. I had to point to and tap his beak to show why I was trying to grab him but he continued to elude my hand. Finally after five minutes of this chase, I grabbed him but not securely enough. I had to re-adjust him from left hand to my right hand so I could hold his head steady while I snipped off another length of this beak with the sound of ‘tick.’ I wanted to cut more but he made a peep noise and that meant he had enough. He was a good boy too!

    Then I fed all five birds (except the sick one) their favorite oat groats as a reward for their cooperation and used the hair dryer on the wet one for a good twenty minutes. I think they understand they won’t be hurt by me too much; otherwise the birds would be screaming their heads off.

    Next week, I plan to cut further upwards to control the growth of the boys’ beaks. Maintaining the health of exotic birds such as parakeets is a challenge. I try to avoid intervention whenever possible and let nature takes its course. But these bird are like bio-unit members to me. And when they are in distress there is no avoiding any help.

    And yes, my help has extended to members of the both bio-unit and relatives, who ultimately turned their backs and bad attitudes to me (and mostly my bio-units, as well). This life experience has been observed both at work and at home. Strangers, on the other hand, seem more sincere because they cannot always get away with being rude or easily hurt by those that attempt to show kindness in the first place.

    Why does this seem to be the case? I suppose this could mean that helping those in need does not always mean anyone related by blood or close at heart. Now I understand why people do not do business with bio-unit or relatives because this could create a conflict of interest. I wonder why certain people do not understand that basic premise and try to make a big deal when they cannot get their ways. As I mentioned before, angry people do seem spiffy at times.

    P.S. Buuurrrppp! Ah me!

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  • 20061007-Copy Cats

    Okay, so I am a copy cat, which is not an animal but someone who imitates. What I do is read articles online and provide feedback via my blogs. And, yes, there was a ring of either blue or white around the moon last night, Friday, October 6, 2006 and around the time of 08:30PM. I saw a horizontal mountain of white clouds below the shiny moon too. This was in the Bay Area.

    I notice that others read my blogs and provide their feedback. For example, after I entered an incorrect date of Saturday, October 1, 2006 in one of my other blog, I later read an article elsewhere that someone else lost a day and thought that 10/01/2006 was on Monday of the following week. We all need to correct ourselves with feedback, comments, concerns and questions.

    I learned from others by mimicking their behaviors both good and bad and found that others may actually be following my blogs as a guide to decision making endeavors. I am surprised at the results and find any blogger need to be careful. And I cannot recall how many times chatters told me to be careful.

    Yeah, right! One could never be too careful. The world is too vast for the understanding of anyone person and any amount of data is bound to offend and hurt anyone nutty enough to believe every freaking word, every freaking sentence, and every freaking paragraph for each and every freaking blog I’ve entered thus far.

    My blogs are not designed to provide copy cats the necessary tool to become victimized or empowered. My truths are meant to slap the behinds of anyone not willing to lighten up and unable to learn, like a parent to a child, a supervisor to a subordinate, or a mentor to a page. (Ewww!) Learning the hard way is the only way to teach the clueless, I’m afraid.

    If noone else would put them back into their places because of programming errors entered into their big brains, which is the gray matter residing within their thick skulls, then my browbeating job shall continue. [Notice the balance in the adjectives for each noun in the previous sentence to describe one’s hard head.]

    Everyone needs upgrading ethereally, earthly, and biologically to remove these programming errors. There could more people, who are beautiful, loving and understanding. And yes this includes the troublemakers, who know no fear when there is injustice being done to any bystander, who may be ‘witnessing’ the course of humanity all the while.

    Let’s see. Oh yeah. The full moon is supposed to be today and I noticed that the parakeets have been agitated these past few days. There is only more work to be done and I’ve been clearing my cluttered thoughts from various ‘Morons’. [Oh, if only you people knew my stories of harm done during working or dating that go unreported.]

    Anyway it’s time to eat breakfast because ‘Shiva-Paw’ knocked on the wall from downstairs. Chiao and graci!

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  • 20061006-Offended Nerves

    It`s a great brouhaha! This blog is pending because I`m still at work trying to get Monday`s lockbox work completed.

    I`m back in front of the computer and the time is currently 11:01PM. I left work after 08:00PM and had only one cash receipt batch to complete. This is no big deal and not really worth mentioning to my public but this is my daytime job, which helps to pay my stupid bills.

    I bought gasoline for my vehicle with my credit card (unfortunately) and then went home to find Brats car parked in our driveway. I knew something had to be wrong because Brat rarely visits the house nowadays. I greeted both bio-units and Brat, who told me I`m late instead giving me a friendly greeting, like `Howdy, Sis`! or something.

    We watched television for about 45 minutes together without saying much for I was much too tired after work. At around 10:00PM, I popped a pizza in the oven to feed Maw and Brat left his farewells with his bio-units. He seemed to have ignored me the whole time and didn`t bother saying good bye to me properly. Once again, this is no surprise to me.

    For one thing, he knows I don`t like Twit. Brat cannot continue to run away from his `love` affairs by hiding in our house. Her bio-units held this Moon party, which Brat did not attend tonight. The only other non-Chinese member of those bio-units is a `white` Vietnamese, who speaks perfect English and is pissed at her in-laws for speaking in their language while in her presence.

    In general, people should be nice to elders; well behaved in front of children and professional around strangers in any environment. But this is next to impossible. Because my experiences today from another `watcher` by association indicated that none could truly understand each other perfectly well because of assumptions made partly by arrogance and partly from paranoia.

    Today, I learned that running to a higher authority or anyone else (like me) for help won`t make any problem go away. I find that problems usually originate with the person who has the problem in the first place. Sometimes the problems are inherited from others in the past. I have observed this both at work and at home.

    Confronting any problem involves politics and anyone who wishes to argue beyond diplomacy by raising one`s voice at any level, especially at a `superior` or `elder` is, well, asking for trouble. I believe this is called a `troublemaker`, who wishes to shake up the status quo of any establishment. This is their empowered free-will and shows that changes need to be made from their perspective.

    Today, I`ve learned that the truth does offend and hurt people. Can you imagine telling the other person I`ve been hurt because you smell like fish or that you are no longer to be trusted because you did wrong to me? Or that the noise you produced from your blow-hole was too much for my understanding and, as a result, I panicked and got paranoid for being blamed for something I didn`t do correctly?

    My past experiences showed that people are good at making noise no matter how far fetched an excuse to avoid detection from errors made or unwarranted a jealousy to promote dissension among entities. This could explain why there are a few of us willing to reveal the real truth point blank into the faces of the recipients because of the potential for being silenced `permanently`.

    Today, I`ve learned that holding personal grudges should not be dragged too long because this lowers the energy level of happiness and the ensuing paranoia allows the minions of evil to attach themselves to unsuspecting troublemakers, who feel they have no other recourse left but to report to the next levels. Angry people do seem spiffy sometimes.

    I am the biggest offender of holding grudges and my previous and more current blogs do show my dark side of humanity. There are those that have crossed my path and I mean them no ill-will. (Yeah, right!). Of course, I should be the first to forgive myself as I should to forgive others. My truths are: noone is perfect and there is no pleasing everyone either.

    P.S. ~Buti-na~ is a Filipino expression similar to `Humph`! My only apology is the truth. It`s a great brouhaha!

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  • Spam-Mon, 2 Oct 2006 16:49:11 +0200

    barristerfrankmorrice@zipmail.com.br wrote:

    Date: Mon, 2 Oct 2006 16:49:11 +0200
    From: barristerfrankmorrice@zipmail.com.br
    Subject: CONTACT HIM NOW.
    To: undisclosed-recipients:;

    Attn:My Dear,
    Happy New Year,I’m happy to inform you about my success in getting those
    funds transferred under the cooperation of a new partner from paraguay.
    Presently I’m in Paraguay for investment projects with my own share of the
    total sum. meanwhile,I didn’t forget your past efforts and attempts to assist
    me in transferring those funds despite that it failed us some how.

    Now contact my secretary,his name is MR KOFFI E-mail mrkoffi2005@yahoo.fr
    ask him to send you the total $800.000.00 which I kept for your compensation
    for all the past efforts and attempts to assist me in this matter.

    I appreciated your collective efforts at that time so feel free and get
    in touch with my secretary MR KOFFI and instruct him where to send the amount
    to you. Please do let me know immediately you receive it so that we can
    share the joy after all the sufferness at that time. in the moment, I am
    very busy here in Paraguay because of the investment projects which myself
    and the new partner are having at hand without confrontations, finally,
    remember that I had forwarded instruction to the secretary on your behalf
    to receive that money, so feel free to get in touch with MR KOFFI my secretary
    he will send the amount to you without any delay.
    With best regards,

    Barrister Frank Morrice.