Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Author: FLYNN

  • 20060510-Walking Women

    People seem to come out of the woodworks and start to make the most of warmer weathers. I would see more pedestrians and bicyclists out on the road more frequently. Today, there were two white ladies with dogs this morning at 08:00AM and this evening at 09:00PM

    The first one was a sack cow with a wide rear end the spilled to either side of her wide body. She would allow her brown toy dog with butterfly ears to mess the neighbor’s yard across from our house; would scoop up the brown stuff and throw away in the neighbor’s garbage; and would use the stroller as a prop in which I have not seen any living entity inside from the far distance.

    I would see her do certain hand signals to let the dog mess the yard. I recall having seen one other dark haired guy do the same with his dog to the property a few days after the original owners of some twenty years moved out almost exactly one year ago.

    From the front window of my house, I continued to track the lady with the stroller and her furry friend another ten minutes. She mooed down my road in a eastbound direction for over a quarter of a mile. She wore dark blue sweats and pink long sleeves.

    I hurriedly decided to get ready and drove down the same road that blonde cow happened to travel. I thought she went into one of two intersecting roads to my left but did not find her. I then took a left on the main intersecting road ahead and stayed on the fast lane. She was walking on the right sidewalk and was wearing a green long sleeve that time.

    So I made my U-turn and saw that she went straight back to the right sidewalk of Fl!k!ng#r P@rk. This is very odd because once again this one ‘watcher’ of many is very obvious and she, like the rest of them, cannot hide from me. I should join the VOLT program of my city and be a watch dog for my neighborhood.

    I worked and came home to find both bio-units working on the yard. Maw was hosing down the front yard; while Paw fixed the back yard. I, however, gorged hungrily on the fried rice sitting on the counter and went upstairs to take a nap. One could tell the types of people residing in the house from the looks of the front yard. Our yard happens to be neatly kept.

    Later this evening from 08:00PM to 09:00PM and after dinner, I massaged Maws aching legs and feet from today’s earlier gardening activities to help improve her circulation on the lower extremities. She mumbled that her lower extremities were arching. And since she vowed not to ask for my help, I told her to lie down on the sofa.

    Due to her medical condition, this is a good way to keep her toes intact as much as possible. With regular baby oil, I re-aligned the ankles and toes; released the tense muscles and sore knees; and concentrated a few inches below her feet with my left hand afterward. Once again, my job has been done well because she fell into a deep sleep of deep breathing and muscle twitches.

    After one hour of my holistic efforts and on my way upstairs, I saw through the stairway window another white lady with a white poodle walking southbound on my road. The streetlight flickered off as she passed underneath this streetlight. I do not think the bulb is overheated as one forum member mentioned in one of my post.

    When territorial and anger, I am loud and obnoxious, by the way. And I happen to have screamed at both women through well insulated walls and windows but knew they couldn’t hear me. One co-worker claims I am quiet as if my presence was invisible. My actions do confound me, I’m afraid.

    Women walking have been noticeable by me recently and I did blog in poetry about other people jogging while listening with their headsets. People are outdoors to improve their health while dogs are polluting. I am a cat person and don’t see too many people walking their cats. We should learn from cats that clean up after themselves.

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    Wednesday May 10, 2006 – 10:50pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060510-Driver’s Heat

    Why do drivers take the opportunity to pollute the environment with their gas guzzlers and with their modified noise makers? I am referring to the ones driving up and down my road. I could profile certain drivers and point out to my kinds as being the primary culprit of these recently activities.

    I think they have too much pride in upgrading their cars. And the fact that the weather has been getting warmer should not allow these high school mentalities to compromise the safety of our public roads. There has been more pedestrians and bicyclist enjoying the warm evening outdoors too.

    Teenage drivers should slow down and be more careful since the statistics for accidents are mostly in this demographic. Elders should also learn to speed up and take annual tests to make sure they are not endangering our streets. Other drivers with problems should stay home.

    I expect more drivers to be responsible in the upcoming summer season and take driving more leisurely; enjoy the scenery; and breathe the fresh air instead of speeding down the road as if they have to use the restroom to perform the ‘number two’. Speeding should be done in an emergency and by emergency vehicles only.

    There is absolutely no reason to waste gas by speeding in modified cars either. If we citizens were to be more responsible, we could stop using gas and oil and switch to ethanol, for example. The country of Brazil is a good example where ethanol is used for vehicles.

    Citizens could further be responsible by making sure the neighborhoods are kept clean and by keeping watch on each other’s property. I could make the issue of safety and security the main reasons for placing cameras along my road.

    For example, a mayor of my city commended with a certificate to a person, who is close and dear to me and who helped to implement the stop signs in our neighborhood. Any one person could make improvements when the cause is justified.

    I hate people being profiled in this manner but people coming into this country need to learn to stop taking too much advantage of the opportunities to have expensive houses, well cooked meals and, of course, those fast cars, especially the very pretty ones that really should belong in the museum.

    Drivers in the heat of anger, passion or pride should take extra steps to reduce their energy level a bit to avoid injuring or hurting people on the road. The warm summer days should be more enjoyable and not more accident prone.

    Once again, I encourage my fellow fast drivers to take it easy on the lead foot; turn off the mind numbing programs and hypnotic music from the airwaves of their radios; and turn up the air conditioners to cool off anything negative that should be left behind.

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

  • 20060509-Teacher Day

    There is nice weather on National Teacher Day.
    They educate our children despite the low pay.
    Parents are like teachers to their children each day.
    Educating minds open like flower bouquet.

    The teachers of two kinds exist to those who seek.
    Special talents and gifts are hidden and unique.
    The soft path of nice is kind and understanding.
    The hard path of mean is hurtful and demanding.

    Some apples are tokens of my appreciation.
    This blog is long due to lack of inspiration.
    Good works of teachers is kept up by young and old.
    This is from me to you because you have been told.

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

  • 20060508-Sacred Zoo

    To visit animals in zoos allows ordinary people the opportunity to learn of many different kinds of consumers living on this plant. This promotes the interaction between species that we would not otherwise have a chance to meet in the wild.

    Zoos are fine for our viewing pleasures and educational purposes yet confining to those who live behind enclosures that mimic their natural habitats. Although attempts are made to ensure the well being and comfort of our animal friends, I wonder if we are aware of any form of zoo larger than us.

    A white Beemer was in front of me for about half my traveling distance from home to work before it exited off of De La Cruz Blvd. at around 09:30AM. I interpreted its license plate and thought to myself that life is but a comedy in spite of all the bombardment of negativity from the mainstream media. I am sure that there are countless deeds of goodness that don’t make headlines.

    I imagined myself being much like an animal being exhibited for other’s amusment. I have much to offer from my simple and boring life as a novice writer. There is nothing to hide and fear is but a small factor to promote lack of trust among each other. All I could do is be myself and do the best with whatever I’ve learned from others.

    Once again, this morning’s event serves as a reminder to me of how blessed I am to be safe and sound from any harm and danger. I believe that we create in our minds some sort of protection for our sense of self and three dimensional properties and from unknown enemies and threats to our security.

    Still editing due to working 05-08-2006 03:55PM…
    Still pending due to laziness 05-09-2006 10:28PM…
    Maybe I should leave as is 05-10-2006 09:25PM…

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

  • 20060507-Delightful Day

    I just finished watching a former co-worker’s slide show of his two-week vacation to Germany and Czechoslovakia on my newly ‘inherited’ DSL connection from Brat. These two places seem like good destinations for my early retirement endeavors. The only thing lacking is a good travel buddy.

    So I emailed back this former co-worker and am currently creating this blog for today’s entry. The clear blue skies returned to make my day much brighter for me. And the day has been pretty much normal. My bio-units and I had breakfast and left the house around 11:00AM to go shop at the Navy Exchange.

    My stamina to shop was limited and I soon found myself being angry at the checkout because Maw, in her usual way, made another big deal on how I’d like to do things my way. Although I feel that I am always right no matter what and although my bad mouthing does reflect my lack of patience, I still have to practice really hard on what I preach about love and light.

    I am only human and perfect to a certain point. That explains why I enjoy eating food stuff that would make others avoid due to religious beliefs and otherwise healthy lifestyles. I drove to an Asian buffet in South San Jose at Paw’s request. I was amazed he remembered that address and cross street of the main road to the place.

    Paw always wanted to go visit there after we discovered a coupon or an advertisement long ago. So I drove from the military base and headed southward along Highway 101 at a leisurely pace because of the pleasant weather. There is no need to be in a hurry when there are no trail clouds above to block the sunlight.

    We ate as many plates as the three of us could possible have in one visit. Paw and I always had the heartiest appetites and downed three helpings. I skipped dessert because my tummy had no more room to spare. The water from the large plastic glass filled me up. Maw ate too much for her medical conditions.

    Later on, I found out why she wanted the windows rolled down. She didn’t feel well after eating more that she needed and ended up getting rid of the food stuff in the reverse direction. She had these same nauseating experiences at other buffet places. I assume the food she today ate wasn’t cooked well enough.

    The plates were about $16.00 each and for whatever reason my full credit card number appeared printed on the check. I circled it and put question marks to flag the establishment that they should not do that for security reasons. We will not go back there again because it is too far out from our house.

    We went home and I went to sleep at 04:00PM only to be awakened by Paw at 07:00PM because Maw wanted to cheer up Brat at his new house. I was still groggy from digesting lunch earlier and as usual grumbled under my breath as I hurried to put my clothes on and get ready to visit the couple.

    Maw instructed Paw to bring three to four kinds of cleaning devices for the couple. These were to be used in cleaning Brat’s new lawn mower and sweeping the wooden floors downstairs. I decided to bring Brat’s paper shredder from upstairs after a failed attempt to confirm that I am ‘dumping’ his property at his place.

    We arrived there and was greeted by both who were in the middle of eating dinner. I saw Brat was being feed stuffed sausages with tomatoes and a bowl of soup with meat and noodles. Both seemed too thin to my standards of thickness although Brat claims he feels fatter now that he is older.

    Twit surprised me more recently as she has been offering her food of cakes and tea to us – her elders. I believe she will take care of Brat in the years to come and I knew they would be successfully happy together. I do recall telling Brat to give Twit a chance when he was initially unsure of her about two of the five years he had known her from work.

    We left Maw to talk with the couple while Paw and I went back home to get the box of new Cuisinart 10-piece cooking set. We removed the old simulated wooden cabinet from the garage; dusted the old piece of furniture with the walis; hammered more nails into the back cardboard panel from falling out in the long run; and had a difficult time figuring out how to stuff this into a small sedan.

    I considered stuffing this cabinet into the Benz or the Mustang but decided the Mazda was the only option. We loaded the piece into the trunk but with no success. I had to think fast because the sun was already setting and found my answer by loading into the back seat. The windows in the back had to be opened to avoid any chance of breakage.

    The new ‘shoe rack’ has been placed into the garage as the three of us happily watched the couple placed their shoes efficiently. The two boxes that once stored their zapatos, or shoes, no longer clutter up the garage but are now neatly organized into a corner inside the cabinet.

    We enjoyed our second helping of tea and left in a few minutes afterward at 09:00PM. Our purpose of tonight’s visit was to allow some comfort and company to the lonely Brat Twit reported yesterday to Maw that Brat is lonely and is home sick. Brat seemed happier of our presence but did not want us to leave again.

    The three of us ate our late dinner and I found out that Maw explained why Twit was not allowed to go inside the house. In the past, we treated the girlfriends as nice as possible but for whatever reasons the relationships with Brat did not work out. Maw got mad at Brat for not allowing her to not use the restroom one time and that cleared up the misunderstanding in the past.

    Also, to have the significant other visit the bio-unit’s house is usually reserved for when the couple is engage and truly meant for each other. Maw did ask why Twit is not engaged. And Twit looked at Brat. The answer was simple: We did not know Twit’s ring size. So that spoiled the fun of surprising her with a nice shiny diamond ring.

    Today was delightful with the sun shining brightly above and where one sylph was hovering near the circular buildings off of Highway 101 in Santa Clara, CA. I shopped for my essential products, got tired and angry, ate too much lunch and fell asleep, visited Brat brought cleaning, cooking, and storing basics and enjoyed the whole day with people I love.

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  • 20060505-Amusing Walk

    The day was slow at work and I decided to ‘step out’ for a late lunch today from 01:00PM to 02:00PM. The sun was showing brightly with clear blue skies. Thank goodness the cool breeze blew to make my short walk alone more pleasant.

    I took lots of pictures of flowers today. First I went towards the four-story parking garage to take my first few shots of flowering bushes and trees in white and pink colors and through the side to take shots of small flowering ground coverings in purple and yellow colors.

    A South Asian Indian, who drove in a dark blue car, asked me for direction that I did not have an answer. He made a U-turn and drove away and I thought to myself, ‘Idiot’. Then I went in a same southward direction that the lost guy went.

    While taking pictures, I was intercepted by and met a new co-worker named ‘Sundried Ra,’ who worked in the IT department. He claimed he is an Asian from India and goes to the temple weekly. He had a white dot on his third eye chakra.

    He was headed to a trail for walking and I asked if I could join him. And why should I not impose my time? My life has been basically boring and this was a great opportunity to get outdoors and away from work, which is where I spend most of my breaks and lunch hours.

    The conversations started off with the location of the trail; who we were and what department and people we work with at the company. And on our way back, we talked about weekend chores and watching television or movies.

    I huffed and I puffed as my fake black leather pumps provided what little comfort in walking on sidewalks made of cement. I got tired about fifteen minutes into the walk right before the eastern entrance of two to the trail along the San Tomas Aquino creek.

    There were mostly tall grasses and a few California poppies of brightly orange colors growing along the trail. Below the ditch to my left and behind a wire fence of the employee parking to the amusement park were purple flowers of icy plants. I took pictures of both kinds of flowers upstream.

    I took a few more pictures of flowers downstream as I started to feel the heat of the sun on my face. There were bronze colored murals on the cement walls; one duck swimming and workers spraying recycled water onto the soil. The water smelled treated but bearable to the nose.

    My very first full time job was at this same amusement park right after high school and I was eighteen years old at that time. I remember working there with my ‘Revolution’ outfit of white shirt; vertical, pin striped and rainbow colored long skirt and white shoes. I should not have returned my name tag.

    My job was stocking inventory; cleaning the store and working the cash register. I sold teddy bears; candies; clothes and souvenirs of the place. My time there was boring because we sold little and I wasn’t talkative.

    There was this one lady who got up from a park bench and asked if I did sign language. I didn’t realize that my fingers were fidgety because I was burning under the heat of the sun. I wasn’t smart enough to have taken shelter underneath a nearby tree.

    I would encounter strangers as my customers. While holding a teddy bear indoors, one guy called me ‘Maria’ maybe because I had a frizzy perm and long hair at the time. Some friends of ‘Brain Events’, who did martial arts, came in one day to talk to me about security cameras.

    I remember not being happy about working then. I was grumpy a few days afterwards I had my wisdom teeth pulled out; disgruntled for dusting the grills on a door (which I didn’t do) and angry for sorting inventory (which I threw down onto the floor for two others to pick up after me).

    The faces of my co-workers are etched into my brain to this day but not all of their names. Most of us were girls and we worked together fine. Our supervisors were a shorter and meaner brunette who attended Berkeley; a taller red head; a shorter blond and a shorter Filipino with long hair.

    ‘Percival,’ or ‘Percy’ was a guy who came from Romania and was raised by nuns. He was let go after he grabbed and held my still recovering face in his hands. While still in his grasp, I looked to my right where two other people saw the incident. One was our supervisor.

    Another guy was into Satanism and showed me his Black ‘Babel’ during an outdoor lunch and on a sunny day. I actually read the first page and recall (a bit hazily now) that it had words similar to the ‘Lord’s Prayer’. My being impressionable back then made me believe the passage was positive. His girlfriend had the thickest calves that looked swollen.

    I did enjoy eating the chocolate cookies from the cafeteria and being photographed for whatever reason to be profiled or used as an advertising gimmick of the amusement park. The pay seemed great for starters like me.

    After some twenty years later, my pay is better and my job is secure. I seem to be happier at this company for providing occasional free meals; understanding (but crazed) co-workers and a fast computer with T3 internet connection.

    Today, I reflected on how my path came full circle from my first job a few blocks away to this last job at a high rise building. Or has my true profession yet to become clearer and truer in the years ahead?

    I know that my experience today with a stranger is a good sign. The various flowers of different colors were also good signs for me to expect more outdoor adventures with nature. Photography is a good hobby for my early retirement.

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  • 20060504-Drivers Nuts

    Privileged drivers are many. I see young and old alike on the road going places in their vehicles. Most have been driving calmly recently compared to the reckless days some ten years ago of my youth. The baby boomers are getting older with the next generation slowing down as well and I believe that drivers are being more careful.

    I think the surprisingly good weather allows drivers to become more aware of their natural surroundings. To concentrate directly in front and mostly horizontal while driving on the road is difficult when there are beautiful, fluffy white clouds floating above and majestic, tall green trees swaying in the gentle, crispy and cool breeze lately.

    There are times I want to stop off the road and take pictures. Each small event is memorable that way. And if the rules of the gray roads and if the cameras of the big brothers were not strictly placed, I would have surely stepped out of my vehicle more frequently and slowed down traffic for the curious onlookers.

    Today, I floored the accelerator of my Mustang to eighty miles per hour. My car does not like me to rev up the engine. And, thank goodness, I did not smell the smoke coming out from underneath the hood. My impatience causes my lead foot to take over and overtake the very slow and culturally challenged folks, for example.

    I happen to be a good driver to have avoided my many near misses over the years. This is because I already have a big head containing my already beautiful mind, which is able to calculate the distance between cars quite well.

    Although my eyesight is slightly weaker at night and my neck is painfully stiff, I am able to merge well enough to come within inches to a fender ahead with the some fifty-percent remaining on brake linings.

    Safety and courtesy are two important factors to help reduce any potential accidents, which are costly and time consuming. Drivers should play safe by smiling (through fakeness as well) and waving with friendliness instead of screaming out the windows as if possessed by some red faced entity.

    There are some lost, angry or hurried individuals that could use kindness in exchange for being rude. And this is another way I avoid being a target for the unstable drivers.

    Some drivers are nuts, inebriated or unreliable and should not be allowed to drive on the road. People could get hurt, seriously. Services, however, are available to assists those with special needs to get around.

    Tonight, I needed to find a way around my driver dilemma, which is the lack of available drivers online for my printer! This current operating system is not compatible with the old software because a popular company of this product decided not to have any updated drivers for downloading by the users.

    I want my money back in exchange for a faster and better printer from this company! I cannot believe drivers not being available for my particular printer would drive me nuts because this is the last piece of my little world that would make having a home computer possible.

    I think this is an ideal way to torture people by having us poor folks spend the extra money on new printers, which is unnecessary when there is there is still this old one that works fine on other operating systems.

    This might be another attempt to reduce the usage of paper, which is dead tree. Dead trees do not result in nice pictures, especially when drivers crash into said illusions from bark and branches of brown and leaves of green.

    There has to be a better way to print pages; take along anytime or anywhere, like reading while relaxing on the bed, and not have to worry about polluting our environment with paper waste, including other pollutants such as the smog emissions from both cars and companies.

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

  • 20060503-Devoted Birth

    Ah yes. It’s another Wednesday and the third of the month of May. I thought there would not be any nice weather but some fluffy white clouds came out and so did the sun. There seems to be a white mistiness hovering in the air against the green hills in recent days.

    There was a trail cloud nearby and I took a couple of pictures. Now that I have access to a faster connection I will be able to upload as many beautiful pictures of the clouds and flowers.

    I no longer have to be the impatient person sitting on a hard back breaking chair. I will convince Brat to give me his old leather chair and possibly reimburse him for a new one instead.

    Today I was not in the mood to answer any personal phone call. And why should I? No one calls me on my cell phone anyways! This goes to show that my privacy is important.

    I save my brain from too much exposure to the waves emanating from the device and there is a little dot attached to it to reduce whatever could possible burn one’s ear holes.

    I did, however, had to return an important phone call and hope everything will be fine for everyone. I love processing paper works. It’s what I do for a living. My purpose is to bring hope.

    Little happened at work today with the exception of a top person was publicly humiliated. Some kid actually had the empowerment not to be stepped upon; unlike some people who smelled their way upward. I see two possible reasons why this could happen: quota and improvements.

    But I am not an expert and would rather take the backseat and watch the scenery unfold. My suspicion is that they like to work their way from the backdoor or from the bottom up to get to the real target, which could be no other than an important person like a novice writer right now.

    I will not speculate the reasons for people being treated as this individual has gone through. All I could share for today is that one’s fall is another’s rise. Paws day is to be recognized as a symbol of strength and devotion. He is stubborn but very patient as his Taurus bull sign dictates.

    He was born in a small province called Tuy, Batangas in Philippines. I do not know much about this place but there were lots of sugar canes and the popular fish sauce called Bagoong from Balayan, which is another province nearby.

    The stories of his childhood were not many. He did tell of having worms; walking without foot coverings; saving money for the bus; pooping with is next younger brother, Gigolo, underneath the house of his grandbio-units; crying for his mother because of working the fields of his grandbio-units; hearing the bird crying at the birth Gigolo; and being fed rice, soy sauce and coffee as his childhood sustenance.

    I know that Paw is a strong person. He does not say much and is always quiet, like me. I believe his rage is well hidden underneath his calm outward appearance of any Taurus sign and is rarely shown unless provoked by his wife or his son. What he does say or at least try to express is very difficult for him because English is not his first language.

    His passion is organizing, such as his recyclables and garbage. His hard work on his gardening and his paper works at his favorite wooden desk, which Maw and I bought for him on his birthday years ago, are two other main activities of his. He does get very particular with making sure his tools are well clean and put away properly in their places; just like his paper works.

    Sometimes he watches television with the sound turned very softly that I could not hear all that well. That’s not bad for someone older than me. Sports statistics are his forte. He would ramble on about people and other miscellaneous tidbits that would make me lose my train of thoughts. He does remember birthdays and anniversaries too.

    Politics is another major influence on him. He did mention that he used to go the City Hall in the Philippines and listen to the people speak of various agendas. Currently, he has to be weaned off of watching too much media driven programs regarding an administration that he totally dislikes.

    I know that Paw is devoted to his bio-units. He worked in the Navy and would be out to shore for nine months of the year as he left his bio-units and wife to cry. He would throw up because of motion sickness; get flu from Okinawa, Japan and haul gifts on his back through the same snow to get on the ship for his bio-units and friends.

    Paw is a generous guy because he did sponsor his sister to become a nurse, which was and still is a highly regard professions among Filipinos.’ He would sponsor other relatives to live and stay at his house during our growing years. During parties of those relatives, we would be the one to gift the largest amount. He did not forget Brat and me.

    Paw is a sentimental guy. Buying a simple birthday card would bring tears to his eyes. Today, I bought a card and found the same one from another year that I forgot to give! Any card that I chose has to mean something to me and the recipient. And he hugged me and said, ‘Thank you.’

    There are no days when his daily routine would not be broken. Every morning he eats one orange; one apple; two toast and warmed milk. Every afternoon he exercises. Every evening he eats his banana; sometimes does the dishes and always does the trash. Every night he takes forever in the bathroom. The pattern is very noticeable.

    This is the day Paw is born and we celebrated by going out to dinner. All five us (which included Twit) enjoyed our steaks and a desert of chocolate cake drowned in hot fudge and topped with vanilla ice cream. The night out was simple. Paw and I were the quietest; while Maw and Brat were talkative.

    I drove the Benz to and from our house because it’s the least I could do to reduce the anxiety of Brat’s already hyperactive mode. Driving at night is not too hard for me but my eyes are getting somewhat weaker and my sense of direction is getting there.

    My night is spent uploading the updates and installing other programs into my new faster computer. I’ve moved Brat’s bedroom furniture around again and my computer workstation on one side of the wall closest to the door. I could now rest in my bedroom and work at any time in the other room.

    I think I should rest now because this has been another busy day on Paws blessed day of sixty some odd years so far. I know that he will remember that we are still the bio-units he loves and he is proud to have the role of a caring father.

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  • 20060501-Gold Luck

    1. Gold Zapper

    I love gold, especially my zapper from South Africa. The device arrived today in a white envelope with the prettiest stamps of five: one green bird; two green butterflies and two fish of blue and orange.

    I opened the package up on 08:55PM; dropped one of two batteries; read the personal ‘thank you’ note written on a red card and excitedly strapped on the device to my right calf. As a matter of fact, I was thinking about my internet order since yesterday.

    My right calf immediately started to twitch. This twitch has been ongoing since 1996 after receiving a nice red bullet like souvenir from my vacation at Philippines. I think this was after we visited our ancestral hills, which had tall grasses for biting critters to hide and jump on unsuspecting tourists from America.

    I bought this zapper because I like the idea of the white band to strap on the arm or leg. The contours of the body make for zappers to slide off easily unless secured with clothes, for example. The band is quite comfortable and not constricting.

    The freedom to move about is great while I zap away my critters. I have to move it around when it gets itchy or uncomfortable; could choose different parts of the body and not have to worry of its whereabouts.

    2. Orgonite Experiences

    As I continue this blog, I would like to share today’s experiences that may be related to my newest orgonite purchase. Usually, there would be copters flying around my house. And one copter did flyby my neighborhood prior to my 05:00PM arrival at home.

    At around 09:22AM this morning and on my usual road going towards Highway 101, I passed by a large white and very clean pick up truck. This ‘watcher’ did not follow me but instead pulled out from its parked position and made a U-turn. I noticed a ‘homeless’ cyclist pedaling from the point of my intersection.

    Trail clouds were being laid on the West coast hills of the Bay Area this morning. Around 02:50PM, I noticed a trail cloud above our twelve story building cutting towards the circular buildings in a westward direction.

    I continued to limp to my car parked on the first floor of the garage. My bum right knee was painful from overexertion during Brat’s move yesterday. And I hardly got up my chair from work because my knees wouldn’t bend all that well.

    We left the building to go to the hotel (on the same block of the convention center) where a meeting of our company took place. I intercepted a co-worker and we used the restroom; walked into the meeting late and, instead of standing the whole time, left some co-workers and in a few minutes found myself a seat on the very front.

    I clapped my hands like a robot cue; drank my bottled water when I felt dry and kept my face neutral the whole time. The main guy of the company was speaking at the time and I think he kept looking at my direction. I like to think I’m popular. But I am a worker like everyone who listened to the d

    The presentation was not that long as I sat very still and kept my spine erect in order to minimize pain from yesterday’s move of ‘Brat’s. My name was up on the projector screen to show people who worked three years and I raised both arms up in elation. There were a few that reached six or more years.

    Later the reception included lots of food, drinks and dessert. I ate only three sushi rolls, a chocolate covered strawberry and one hot cup of coffee. I took home a chocolate chip cookie, which I will eat later. I only talked with one co-worker from the finance department. There were too many people and decided to leave at 04:30PM.

    At 04:45PM, the sylphs continued to transmute a single trail cloud being laid over Mt. Hamilton, CA. The clear blue skies have made the whole day quite pleasant and this blissful feeling encouraged me to sing of friendship and love to the sylphs as I drove home from the hotel.

    About 09:20PM, this sharp pungent odor, which may be from a stink bomb, filled the night air. I immediately closed all the windows upstairs and hope my ionizer could filter away this stinky smelly.

    The zapper shocked my leg at little bit at 09:32PM and I simultaneously heard a sharp sound to my right side where my dresser is located. Whenever my system is jolted, there would be the sound of a rap or a tap somewhere inside my bedroom.

    3. Good Luck

    This orgonite unit could not have come on a better day because Brat is now living in his new house. Once again there is no co-incidence and the fact that both the receipt of zapper and his first night at his new house are considered lucky to me, at least.

    Two people, who found each other, are lucky and in love. This is like finding gold at the end of the rainbow. Rainbows are colorful but seem to appear a little after the storm. And the storm in this house is no longer.

    This house is now quiet and calmer after the fighting that has been occurring between Maw and Brat. I am not that afraid being alone upstairs as long as I have my nightlight while sleeping and my 100 watt light bulb to keep my bedroom brightly lit while blogging.

    My convincing him to live in his new house on Mayday, which is the first of May today, is a good way to start his life away from home and towards a new beginning. In addition, I couldn’t wait to find a way to get the faster computer and DSL line leftover from him.

    The first separation prompted Brat to call home several times to obtain his bio-unit’s blessings and to feel the comfort of knowing his bio-units is still with him even when he is away from home.

    We brought: ear swabs of cotton; paper towels and toilet paper; his miniature crucifix; his a magnet of two squirrels which is now on the fridge; his laundry; two headless Sanrio pillows and his two stuff bears of dark brown and honey colored Pooh.

    My bio-units lectured to the couple and we all had the chance to meet the next door neighbors, who are elderly Asians. Twit spoke their language and I too will have to learn by taking classes when I retire early soon enough.

    My new beginning is possible because this morning I spoke with my bio-units about cleaning both his room and the guest room. I apologized to them tonight and took responsibility for everything that went wrong.

    My goal is to clean up the mess instilled into Brat’s malleable mind and reconcile the hurt between his folks and him. I will provide only positive feedback and better counseling skills by asking lots of questions and listening with the benefit of a doubt.

    As in my previous blog entry, Mayday is not just for the hard workers or fertility festivities but is: good in the receipt of my internet purchase; lucky in the new life of Brat and golden of having hoped to further reconcile our differences.

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  • 20060501-May Day

    Today is ‘May Day’, which is a nice way to start the first day of a month. I see on the news several worldwide rallies and protests for hard workers, who want to make their lives more productive and easier. I hope that the employers could afford all the benefits that should make their employees happier.

    The phrase ‘May Day’ reminds me of distress messages being transmitted from pilots. I do not believe in co-incidences but maybe the workers protesting worldwide today signals yet another attempt to divert us from the real help.

    The real help should be for the newborn babies that experience the effects of DU, which is depleted uranium. The horrendous results show the infants looking like little monsters. Their eyes are red in color, their skins are peeled off and sometimes there are parts missing, added or enhanced.

    Humans are not monsters and that is the truth. Humans are not meant to be bred; to work or to be treated like animals. Humans are divine in spirit and have yet to share the beauty of good.

    I notice that the media tends to emphasize more on the events of today’s working class than on the events of the warring nations. War is by far more detrimental to both the environment of our planet and the psyche of our people, especially to both the working soldiers and the general public.

    Jobs for workers are everywhere and there is no way anyone could enjoy working when there is radiation in the air, soil and water. People coming out of wars may live with sustained and lifelong injuries to the body and with PTSD, which post traumatic stress disorder, to the mind.

    Immigrants who work across the borders should feel privileged to take their hard earned pennies back home to help their families and to build their communities. I do not appreciate that some groups would make a big deal by not working if they are legal or not.

    By the way, there are legal citizens that need jobs while working under the watchful eyes of the government here. I do not see the same folks making too much noise in public for their part of living the dream. Basic dreams should be to survive and enjoy what little is earned.

    I would prefer the popularity of May Day that once allowed the Industrial Workers to celebrate the socio-economic achievements of the working class be celebrated like the spring festivities of fertility. I am referring to the Maypole where dancers would encircle with decorations of streamers and flowers.

    People should remember springtime and appreciate being alive for once and having at least a descent job to feed the family instead of complaining about better treatment by employers. My co-workers were starving and angry this morning because restaurants were closed.

    People should remember that many have suffered as a result to make any improvements and that is where we need to work together to find the solutions.

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  • 20060430-Merry Moving

    Today, I’ve helped Brat move his property from this house into his new one. Twit was also there and was amazingly strong to have picked up boxes I would consider heavy for me. Both have careers in the IT departments so they are used to handling the computers at work.

    I went downstairs and greeted my bio-units but silence was forthcoming. I drank two cups of hot coffee brewed by Maw from downstairs. This silent treatment does not bother me one bit because, by nature, my personality is to say little and to stay quiet most of the time.

    The twosome left unannounced to an unknown location. This is very unusual and shows how manipulative old timers could be especially when their old worlds are being undone by a couple of spoiled children of theirs, who want freedom.

    I refuse their playing victims of not being respected during the couple’s first move together. I could be wrong and maybe should have asked Brat if he requested their assistance.

    I was already wrapping the coins of Brat when he asked me in angry tone to help him move some of his boxed up property downstairs around 11:00AM. I could not understand why he glared at me for not sounding too co-operative initially.

    I should have stopped him right there and told him off with that kind of attitude. But I knew this was yet another opportunity to lose my weight and raise my heartbeat, which should flush out stagnant blood throughout my sedentary system.

    So I grumbled to myself as usual and forced myself to offer whatever time I had today. I was feeling grimy and had to take a quick shower prior to exerting my precious effort and energy to make their move smoother.

    Brat, however, did notice that I was already out of breath within five minutes after going up and down the stairs to bring down the lightest boxes. At least, I was neither seeing stars, yellow spots or sparkling dots in the front of my eyes nor feeling dizzy.

    The first trip included his boxes of clothes and other essential; while the second trip included his gadgets for hobbies. A third trip to include his two kayaks of plastic (to take) and Greenland (to leave) and his three remaining bicycles, which he will bike one for each week from here to his house, would have been nice.

    I was hoping to go back the second time immediately after unloading the first batch but had to stay to bring the rest upstairs at Brat’s request. This took another one hour or so and wasn’t feeling comfortable being there without Twits approval too.

    I had a stomach ache from eating the ice cream from the ice cream truck, which mysteriously appeared in front of their new house while the song ‘Fur Elise’ played at 11:55AM. ‘Namaste’! I said to the driver (or one of my many ‘watchers’) after Brat and I got our sweets.

    The second trip was much faster. Because I felt stronger after the initial flush of ice cream, bottled water and a carbonated drink afterward. Also, I felt little pain of exertion due to doing my simple stretches and exercises, which helps to keep the flabby skin under control and to strengthen my muscles.

    Afterward, we dropped off the extra boxes at the trash section of her condominium. We then ate at a Vietnamese restaurant. We each ate US8.00 notes worth of meal. And since I am elder sister to the couple, I offered to pay. My first credit card maxed out and had to use my second of six cards to pay a total of US43.00 notes.

    This is my expression of hard work well done. Together we could make happiness possible. Although Brat had sentiment that my bio-units were not there to help with the physical move, I mentioned that the old timers cannot be there all the time.

    That is why my role is the middle person, who would give them my blessing on behalf of these old fashioned people. I would support Brat, who seems to really want the bio-units to participate more in his new life.

    Today was a merry move for new beginnings on another clear blue sky and crispy fresh air. I am currently playing on my laptop one of Vaihi‘s album of mostly Tahitian words, which I cannot understand. The other foreign languages I could understand are Tagalog and very basic Japanese and French.

    The palm trees surrounding my neighborhood seem to sway and beacon me to come back to my past incarnate home somewhere in the Pacific and away from the place I existed for three long decades with the strong figure head of Paw and the hot headed likes of Maw.

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  • 20060428-Heaven’s Hell

    A little white car passed in front of me with a license plate that took me awhile to decipher. After a couple of minutes of mouthing the letters slowly, my brain finally realized what the message meant. I smiled and thought of preferring heaven over hell anytime. While in my car, I knew this would make another masterpiece in blog.

    Although the traffic was slow as usual around 08:22AM and on my way to work along northbound Highway 101, I came to believe that this little sign of hope crossed my path to prod me onward with only good thoughts and positive attitudes. The partially cloudy morning did indicate that I have better work on making today another smooth one.

    Upon arrival at work at 08:35AM, there were little donuts and bagels leftover. Usually there should be more remaining around 09:00AM but at least I’ve gotten a half portion of dry donuts, which I will wash down with the brown coffee of yuck later on from work. This should start the day out fine with some sweets.

    I sat down at my cubicle; immediately whipped out my passwords and logged online to process my credit card payments, which are all close to being maxed out. I have a total of six credit cards that I hope to one day bring down to zero balance and close out altogether. Living on credit is no fun and dwelling on cash is only an illusion.

    Hoping for lots of money is hell when there is none to be found. Experiencing anger and betrayal continues to challenge any prospective recipient of any good deal. The feeling could be similar to a practical joke I saw on television where people thought they won the lottery on fake numbers given by family members.

    Living without lots of money is hell after wealth has been enjoyed. Personally, if I worked hard to earn my place in society and suddenly fell off the ladder of success, I would feel very depressed and perhaps quite vengeful. I do not know anyone who would expect death as the next means to salvation of soul or peace of mind.

    Today, my little piece of heaven was feeling the euphoric buzz from drinking the US5.95 note worth of a tall frosty sized mug of margarita with salt and lime, which I did not squeeze into my beverage for extra flavor. For lunch, my co-workers and I walked a few blocks at a Mexican restaurant where I had my fill of the chicken wrap for around US8.95 notes.

    The day once again was filled with high hopes, cool breezes, clear blue skies and good company. Walking on ugly, yet comfortable low heel shoes of fake leather, black color has made my brief trips between the restaurant and the twelve story building tolerable. There were nice flowering bushes that lined the side walks and very small orange blossoms from low ground covers of which I wanted to take pictures.

    Heaven is further expanded when I got a chance to chat with a new twenty year old, Yahoo! Member, who happens to play guitar. I do not understand why people mostly of Middle Eastern or South Asian Indian descent and younger lads ten years or more my junior would want to chat with me. My astrological reports indicated my future mate, if any, is an older guy by the way.

    Maybe it’s my black hair or my aura that attracts certain would be perpetrators. I do not consider any Yahoo! chatters my general public but rather curious strangers in need to connect with potential friends, like me. I love chatting and the fact that this service is available allows me to further practice my writing skills.

    I was feeling good from the alcohol and that reflected on my chatting messages, which I could archive and retrieve later on for documentation during my down times. According to this member, my personality was shown as humorous, outgoing and more positive. This is who I am deep inside without the need for alcohol, which would have allowed him to take advantage of me.

    Since my ego, like my already big head, is larger than life, I tend burn the candle at both ends and leave people to their own devices. Later I started to show no interest with this guy who, like most Yahoo! chatters, is out for only one thing. If they wanted to really get to know me, my Yahoo! 360 blogs are available for viewing and e-mailing is another option to track these members.

    Heaven is nice weather and nice people. Hell is evil money driven by bad people. If I were to choose between heaven and hell, I’d be a happy woman among people who could enjoy life with all its natural simplicity without depending on money, alcohol or other sinful experiences to further degrade the human souls.

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