Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Author: FLYNN

  • 20060623-Creepy Crawly

    This blog is a horror story about old ladies being taken advantaged by younger men. There continues to be the motivation for money without love. Why is this seeming so prevalent? Is there no justice for these nice and loving piglets, who have been left alone with piles of money and without the support of children, husbands, relatives or friends?

    Tonight, Mom has found out that an eighty-five year old friend who lives down the block got married recently in Las Vegas to a sixty-five year old man. ‘Mike’ has grown children and has not completely divorced from his wife, who had confided to the niece of the second wife that her husband is seeing an elderly lady with white hair. The first wife did not know that ‘Candy’ is the aunt of ‘Evelyn,’ who was the same person who learned of the first wife’s story.

    The story goes that the man had a retirement home in Livermore, CA that went bankrupt. He won the heart of the second wife and got hold of her bank account. The couple could have lived in together and find out their compatibility in the long run. But, instead, ‘Candy’ was in the process of selling her home in the hopes of being taken cared of by this man somewhere else. The sad part is the house could have been given to a kin folk in need.

    But due to her known greediness, she has allowed this man to take advantage of her trust. The worse case scenario would be a slow bleeding of her funds; betrayal of her heart and the disappearance of her love. The old lady has slight Alzheimer’s disease and is hard of hearing, being deaf in one ear. This example would seem like a karmic debt for someone who refused to listen to her own kin folks regarding the shady character that came into her life.

    I cringe from the previous example and fear any creeps crawling upon me like a vine ready to choke off whatever ‘wealth’, if any, which may come my way in the near future. I’ve never been married and have no children. And the risk of finding someone for love, happiness and friendship is great because I’ve got no one to protect me from strangers except my parents. Recently I’ve been chatting online with people that seemed interested in finding long term relationships this way.

    My fellow warrior happens to be younger than me and is also looking for someone to settle down with and have four children, which is a lot considering I would be bearing those brats. Those reading this particular blog should not laugh because I find this person very interesting enough to meet in person. He lives in Oklahoma and I reside in California. The tricky part is maintaining a long distant relationship. I wonder if this is possible. I have yet to travel to the ends of the world to find out.

    Anyway, the lad has various traits that are interesting to me. I grilled him with questions that happen to come across my big brain like: from hunting for venison, shooting at targets; camping outdoors; knowing CPR, first aids and martial arts; to his overall personality around people and his opinions on moral and religious subjects. This ‘Jack of all trades’ happens to be a cat person, which is a plus! His cat is named Rebel, by the way.

    So with that said, I don’t believe in co-incidences but too many weird scenarios seem to play right in front of my path with striking similarities. There is nothing wrong with age difference or that fact that dating is possible with women being older. The funny part is what the reactions of our loved ones would be in the pursuit of love, caring and understanding between two people from different backgrounds.

    The challenge therein is to remove the veil that divides people among each other and that includes age and race. I suppose the Americanized ones are more open-minded with the previous generation being stuck in their old ways. The melting pot mentality of our country allows everyone to meet and enjoy each other’s company from all walks of life.

    I do hope my continued search for my special friend wherever he may be would one day be realized. If I could roll all traits from the guys that I’ve ever met into one nice ball, this would be nice. If I could ‘meet him at the [eye] level’ with sincere honesty, I’d put on my rubber shoes and run to meet him with open arms; bear hugs and warm kisses anytime. I would truly be a happy woman and that’s more than money could buy, until death do us part.  

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

  • 20060622-A Votre Service

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  • 20060621-Rurouni Kenshin

    Shinta, huwag umiyak.
    Magtiwala ka sa akin.
    Himura, pasensiya ka.
    Magsaya tayong lahat!

    Translated:
    Shinta, please don’t cry.
    Trust in me.
    Himura, please be patient.
    Let’s be happy!

    First attempt at tanaga — a Filipino poetry of four-lined stanza, with seven syllables in monorhyme.

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

  • 20060621-Fluffy Baiku

    fluffy bunnies peep
    among the tall grass of green
    where the maypole stands

    First attempt at haiku…

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

  • 20060620-Milk Sour

    One hamster popped out from behind.
    The three day fires were unkind.
    It burned for one week.
    The days seemed so bleak.
    Creamy delights helped to unwind.

    Second revision of limerick…

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

  • 20060620-Help Heal

    Tonight there was little done and said. After my arrival from work, I immediately went upstairs and sat down in front of my computer and read more articles online to further confuse my worldview. I only know that when I’m still there can only be peace. Maw came by a few minutes later to inquire if I will eat dinner.

    We ate our dinner of chicken soup with green mustard leaves; small gabi potatoes and carrots. We discussed the attitudes of selfish people and how hurtful their words could be in spite of our being helpful and nice. We concluded that, no matter how much we try to be there for the people we had hope to return our love, the efforts are never enough to satisfy the hard-headed and cold-hearted folks.

    Our other distraction for the night was watching the Fat Budgie flirt with Simon, who shares BooBoo’s affection with the more aggressive and younger Bugsy. She jumps more frequently from one swing to the other one on the far end and from one perch to another. I fed some oat groats to my spoiled brats. Bugsy is getting more comfortable with hand feeding. I talked to them with Pimon bobbing his head up and down in front of me and kissing my nose in affection through the cage bars.

    After throwing Paw’s recyclables only, Maw wanted me to cut her hair. My skills are not that great but I managed to trim the hairline at the nape and around the ears with the electric shaver. The shaver is by far easier to handle than with ordinary scissors. Then I vacuumed up the fallen hair particles from off of Maw, the floor and the equipment. As a matter of fact, I seemed to have forgotten to replace the container and plastic hair catcher back into its storing place as I enter this blog.

    Later, Maw limped towards me and requested that I work on her left knee. She said there were clicking noises and pain inside the joint. So I told her to lie down on her bed and started to work my hands as they seem to know what do to next. There is really no thinking involved as I stretched and bended her knee and kneecap. After only five minutes and around 08:43PM, my job was accomplished. Maw saved money on therapy and time with strangers.

    As usual and to her astonishment, she claimed there is no longer the pinching pain when she walked. Today, she had walked around the mall in her effort to stay fit even though both her knees won’t allow much motion. The knee area did look shiny and swollen though. And I suggested placing an ice pack over the affected area. She is currently relaxing in front of her television inside her room and with the ice pack on her knee.

    With practice, helping and healing can come as easy as putting on clothes. Once again, my intention to do work of good has been possible with friendly beings and is much easier than trying to pretend. Each one of us has at least a unique ability that does not need feedback from others. Moreover, a clear conscience and the connection to one’s personal God are more effective without religious dogmas and with unconditional love.

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    Tuesday June 20, 2006 – 09:50pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060620-Sun Blinds

    Today, the sunshine came forth through the closed blinds of my bedroom window and onto my face. I tried drifting off to sleep but I had unfinished blogs to compose. The sunshine was upon my miniature version of a museum artpiece, which is an rounded-shaped, black cat colored and formed from bronze and was given by ‘Squirrel-Ling’ on my birthday. Anyway, the sun rises more eastward and to the left of this tall palm tree one block ahead during the warmer seasons. I left the blinds closed because today would be another hot one.

    Yesterday morning, I actually saw the sun rise above the hills of Mt. Hamilton, CA at 06:16:30AM. There I was standing at my bedroom window through the partially opened blinds. The sun came up slowly and I could barely see the outline of the globe. Of course, I had to turn my eyes away to avoid going blind but the brightness was not at all hurtful from behind these modern windows. The sight was amazing and all I could think of was the creation of such beauty with its golden glow. I normally don’t have time to do this sun gazing.

    The skies have been clear and blue the past week and I have not noticed any cloud formations above whatsoever. There are some brownish colors in the horizon on some days. And the air is crispy clean and easier to breathe. The warmer days allows me to open my car windows during my drives homebound and I find that sometimes the air conditioner cools better when the air gets stuffy. Some people are enjoying the outdoors by jogging, biking and walking their damn dogs. Once again, I am a cat person and people should try walking their fluffy ones outdoors more often.

    Last night, we discovered from ‘Squirrel-Ling’ that he felt he was being thrown out of our house, which is a bunch of hot air because he should be old enough to get out and live on his own. Technically, this is partially true but his presence back home is always welcomed if he ever bothers to visit. His unwillingness to open his door that one time I delivered his property and no matter how tired he may be from having fun outdoors are unexcuseable. It makes no sense for us family to make appointments to visit his house especially when we live so close to each other. Family is supposed to be there no matter how annoying or uninvitied.

    I believe that the sun is a natural alarm clock and is there to wake us up from our slumber, which allows us to rest our body and mind. Opening the blinds or windows and looking at a sunrise once in awhile, if not everyday, are good ways to greet the morning. This also means to have an open door policy and step outside the house box to greet anyone, like the example of ‘Squirrel-Ling’ and me. The time it takes to do these simple tasks is easy. One would be blind not to appreciate this daily event because its always a glorious sight to behold. Besides, working indoors all day does no justice for people, like me, who could use a nice long vacation and soon.

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

  • 20060620-Pop Out

    Morning!
    Stealing!
    Praying!
    Willing!
    12:21, morning, stealing, all mine.
    Holy Spirit praying, willing, divine.

    Jolting!
    Healing!
    Flowing!
    Implants below popping, jolting, remove.
    Prayers heard healing, flowing, improve.

    First attempt at tyburn…

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

  • 20060620-Rhazzy Cat

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    Rhazzy Cat 20060617-1622

    Rhazzy
    With both eyes closed
    And two front paws in air
    Concentration with might
    Furry cat upside down on tabled Edge
    Overtime work with orgonite
    Defend us with your pair
    Fight done — he dozed.
    Rhazzy

    Re-created this lost rictameter poem about a photo of a cat owned by ‘Edge‘.

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

  • 20060619-Simply Fooled

    Today, I’ve had enough of trying to lead an effective life of service and forgot that I needed to take care of myself. I tried my best to please and lead others in the hopes of improving their outlook and perspective in life. I should really learn to follow what I preach. And I do not feel that my work as a novice writer is entirely sufficient.

    During work today, I’ve chatted with an individual that I thought was deleted from my account but added him back. For whatever reason and God knows, I almost always meet the younger versions. This particular chatter is from Singapore and is most likely non-Christian but I didn’t care to ask his religion and wanted to avoid seeming prejudice. I do not understand what makes these people think I’m interested in Asians.

    Although my hair is black and my features are Asiatic, I have not dated Asians or care to marry one either. I am proud to be Filipinos but prefer to avoid associating with the likes of our suspicious and temperamental nature. I’ve read somewhere that we may have been reincarnated into the culture we did not understand or like from previous lives. And I must learn to appreciate what I’ve been born and raised into this current lifetime.

    This individual has encouraged me to date him because, like so many other chatters I’ve met online, he is ‘frustrated.’ Personally, I do not feel his lack of sex is my problem and I told him to stop ‘soliciting’ this activity. He seemed friendly at first and claims to be nice and vulnerable, which is a bunch of crap to me. He claims that I am depressed for not having sex, which is probably true but none of his business. His picture was not scary but he lives far for me to try anything beyond chatting online.

    There seems to be a connection with these culturally challenged chatters whenever a particular pest from Hawaii calls my cell phone. I got mad at the pest as usual and refused to help. By the way, I’ve read somewhere that Islanders consider themselves descendants of South Asian Indians, who happen to invest mostly in my current employer. I am assuming that these same people, who would try to ruin my life, continue to ‘watch’ me and pester my simple life with their nonsense.

    The nonsense is trying to enslave me with the grand illusion that everything will happen soon and make me happy, which is either completely false from the beginning I’ve known them or a vain attempt to fool me into my virtual green pasture secured with promises and assurances. As a result for delaying the inevitable, which is only as good as Destiny would allow, they may have already encountered some weird ‘accidents’ or obstacles along their chosen paths.

    These people do not realize I am happy to be writing this blog with all the amenities of both computer and connection being fast; to work as a full-time, ‘wage-earning’ senior member at this company; to be loved by parents who understand my needs; and to live a single life without boyfriends, children or the added responsibilities of monthly payments toward mortgages and bills. Sex is not necessary for me at the moment but a natural option.

    I am no longer to be fooled by others. Enough is enough and I’ve experienced the battles between cardinal sins and capital virtues. It’s time for me to wake up and ensure a level playing field. As a matter of fact, I’d better sponsor more TB’s and CB’s for the most populace nation on the west side of the second-largest continent.

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    Monday June 19, 2006 – 10:00pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060619-Boxes Air

    The sound of silence was in the air today at work. Both temps were quiet and well behaved and I do not miss their noise. The other noise came from co-workers who greeted me briefly. I felt stuffy from the warm air inside building while wearing my long sleeve and was not at all willing to participate in their noise. I hate noise because that means I have to stay awake and actually work hard all day. I don’t like to work, which explains my indifference towards this ‘team work’ attitude.

    As a loner and boring person, there is nothing more annoying than people working close together towards a common goal. This serves the selfish behavior to earn more money via the profit or revenue for the company. The logic is that as a whole we all benefit from a company that does well. If that were true, I should not be sitting down the whole day and work the normal eight hour shift with less pay. There should not have to be more people than necessary to accomplish what one person could do alone.

    I should be working at home with more pay and less hours. I should not answer phones, emails or replay to help desk tickets. The work should literally pay for itself. This is my ideal work and perhaps I see myself as an entrepreneur. I should live up to that capitalistic expectation and earn my bogus bucks that way from the comfort of my home. The obstacle happens to be the lack of resources to make this dream of mine happen.

    My dreams could be self fulfilling. I could buy all the luxury goods to show off to family or friends. I perhaps could donate my time and energy towards charity work and find peace with those in the most need. I’d readily dismiss any religious or spiritual endeavors or ministries because I’ve had enough confusion in this lifetime already. There are, of course, the vacations I could take to nowhere and everywhere and meet people this way.

    Going on long vacations is what I’d like to do more frequently. Mini-vacations usually leave me exhausted than relaxed. The longer ones allow my system adjust to the air, food, water and into the overall ambiance of the places. If I stayed long enough, I could learn to speak foreign languages. Unfortunately, the comfort of my bed is more important than living a dream. I believe this is what is referred to as sleeping people.

    People who sleep too much don’t seem to want to wake up and are at best lazy. They dream mostly in their sleep and for them that is as good as a vacation. Some might as well have a television in their bedroom and tune into adventures as a form of mental vacation. The physical part could be done with someone special and in bed. And that is almost as good as taking off into oblivion without ever leaving the bedroom, a virtual box.

    Another box involved today’s chat online at work. This brought two strangers together in the mental sphere of amusement. I knew that the chatter was only interested in relieving himself by finding a date he could never find in the normal way. I knew I wanted nothing more than to helpt me use time at work to know this person online as a safer version of dating. Once again, the process of elimination for potential dating material is easy because I could tell if the person is sincere in their friendship.

    The second box was tonight’s visit at ‘Squirrel-Ling’s’ house. This brought us siblings together with the united effort of hugs. I said very little and was not excited. Initially, he argued his ground of being too tired from hiking almost five hours to answer the door for a couple of minutes to greet me one weekend and as an uninvited guest. His attitude has been selfish and his learning to behave properly has not improved by much. We left knowing our delivery of his dinner into his house was his cunning guise so we could see his new bedroom and dining set.

    Both events were temporary and left a behind some bitterness in my efforts to connect with selfish people. People, like the temps, make noise to be heard and seen. People, like me, share themselves to be liked and admired. People, like the chatter and ‘Squirrel-Ling,’ continue to believe they are right no matter how annoying their behaviors or unrelenting their prides.

    Overall, everyone loves to be loved in return. And this is all we need without wanting to ask. For those who do ask to be acknowledged and loved, one needs to look within as the first step.

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

  • 20060618-Father’s Day

    Today is Father’s Day. All three of us attended the 07:00AM mass with Brat coming a bit later on his own. That was all that mattered when all four of us are together under the same roof of our church. I continued to suffer in silence as I sat for one long hour on the hard wooden pew.

    On our way out, we met our elementary school teacher, ‘Mrs. Esber’. She remembered my full name and couldn’t recognize Brat who was noted for being quiet then and is taller now than expected.

    Maw was proud and talked about her son’s success in purchasing a new home and without any co-signers. We then confirmed that the children have been greedier and that the school uniforms reduce envy and violence.

    In the parking lot, Brat was told by my bio-units to go home. The couple was waiting for the arrival of their new dining set. The hour of delivery at 07:30AM seemed too early and from our experience the time would be much later. We all left separate ways.

    After using the bathroom and changing into our comfortable outfits, Paw drove the Benz to a restaurant. I was in pain and couldn’t drive well after coming home from church and requested he try his best to get there. He needed to be told where to exit. And I ended up raising my voice at my Paw and in apprehension from the back seat because I was no longer the driver.

    We enjoyed our breakfast meal. My bio-units got the power breakfast and I ordered for them. Two scrambled eggs, white toast, potatoes and meat. I got the oatmeal with four toasts and fruits, which I shared with Paw. Both Maw and I got second coffee refills while Paw got only half the liquid on his hot chocolate because the whip cream occupied most of the mug.

    Paw wanted to go see a movie but had to be told my butt hole was still aching and recovery was slower than expected partially due to sitting down at work. I suggested we go walk around the nearby mall after Paw made a right turn from the restaurant.

    Maw remembered the flea market a few blocks down and we found our way to the place after making a U-turn from this road. The narrow opening of the parking lot didn’t allow the Benz to clear the right side and Paw had to reverse a little to avoid scratching his car.

    We got out and the flea market was smaller than expected. We bought a bunch of fresh bitter melon leaves and one bunch of gabi with its potato at the end of the stalks both US1.00 notes each.

    Later this one guy was selling three strawberry shortcakes freshly baked and without the strawberries for US5.00 notes. Although he bargained lower by one dollar, we didn’t buy because the taste was too sweet even for diabetics. I threw away the sample he gave to me.

    So we went home and I slept until 12:30PM and we ate lunch outdoors under the open patio. Lunch was the steamed leaves of the bitter melon; mixed in with chopped tomatoes, onions and drowned with stinky fish sauce. The fried tilapia fish tasted great with this salad.

    I tried to think of cleaning activities and discovered drawers from the plastic caddy of the front closet. I pulled those out and swept the dust bunnies from off the floor of the closet. I tried to discard the dust outside but two bunnies escaped into the wind.

    The drawers were organized as I sat on the second step of the stairways. I threw out old apartment guides since my house is mine for the meantime; old stereo wiring, one television cable; one rice cooker plug and an old electric thermostat for the heater.

    Later I organized the bookcase and didn’t throw out anything out except the old paper bag storing the receipts for the music books in maroon colored leather bind and the accompanying records for each song. I was tempted to throw away older material, which do not belong to me.

    I did some laundry and slept some more until 07:30PM. The whole day and some past days were mostly clear blue skies. Today was much cooler as I slept with the windows open and my freshly scented blankets. Yesterday’s hot weather left me all sweaty from throwing out old Christmas cards into the night after dinner.

    Paw thanked me for the card with a hug. He wondered why I crossed off some words from the last sentence and replaced with better words that made sense to me. I overlooked the wording when I originally purchased the card and later realized this morning that this card was meant for someone who is close to heart like a dad.

    Then the boy called and spoke with both my bio-units and told stories of his new furniture and his being happy to own a house. Everyone knows that after paying off the house the property taxes exists as a form of ‘rent.’ After missing a few payments of this ‘rent,’ there are possible penalties and the potential for foreclosures.

    I am proud that Brat called and was able to speak with Maw after what had transpired between him and me; that he would carry on the genes of more brats; and that today has been simple and relaxing with dinner of noodle soup; tofu, baby boks and ginger closing my day.

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