Monday, September 17, 2007 10:43:00 PM
Two big German Shepards
With their masters in tow
San Francisco go dogs and police master walked into train going to Montgomery to pick up three Rolex watches. Was wearing my dark shades. Muhahaha.
Tag: animals
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20070917-Daily Diary
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20070818-Daily Diary
20070818-Daily Thoughts
Saw raccoon going inside sewer system across from front doors of ours; while four people were talking about house up for sale across from us. 07:20PM. I hollered ‘Coon!’ through the front door. Was dancing after dinner at the time too.
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20070626-Daily Diary
Brown moth lands on computer monitor 09:53PM 06/25/2007 last night.
10:50AM 06/26/2007: finished vacuuming mustang and mazda.
Paw awoke me 06:00AM. Then 07:00AM. Left house 07:15AM.
Dropped off benz at dealership stevens creek blvd.Ate mcdonald off old Oakland rd. hot coffee warms inside but not burn tongue.
blew green boogers.Paw and I picked up Benz around 02:30PM.
Paid $587.66Turd called.
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20070608-Daily Diary
Friday has been a productive day. I have called in sick after realizing I am not all that healed. I continue to cough but treat myself to puffs of asthma medication and nasal spray. I also saw the email from ‘Aura Witcheyes’ and how the AR module for applying cash would not be functional the whole.
I awoke bright and early and open the blinds to all windows of the house, except for the master bedroom where Paw slept until 08:30AM. I saw three squirrels bounding around on top of the fence in the backyard. I missed a photo opportunity of a small black squirrel near the CB created by J—/Sensei.
I greeted the parakeets and Maw, who had another bowl of poos-puus, which is a porridge of sweet rice and venison. I was already dressed to do some errands by 07:30AM but the oil change station, was still closed because none answered the phone as I tried to reach them. I got an unfriendly phone slamming by one of the Filipinos, who was’ working at the Speedy Oil Change in Milpitas, CA. I know because that nasty one looked fat and ugliest among the bunch. (This should tell you why I don’t date Asians as one example).
Maw was patient enough to accompany me to the oil change station and the gas station after thirty minutes. We went to the TK Noodles off of McKee Road and found the usual unfriendly face of that Asian girl working the cash register for the longest time. Maw, as a customer, is always right and stated we were there for the clear plastic container of the logo and not the Styrofoam cup used to serve our two orders of Tapioca Jelly and 3 Beans dessert drinks.
We saw the girl rinse Maw’s unused Styrofoam container and probably will re-use that one for the next customer. This appears gross and unsanitary and we wonder if establishments like these make that a practice while serving food to their customers. Then we went back to the parking lot and I ate almost half of mine before driving off to our next destination.
This was a hair salon that I thought I’d try out. The sign for reverse perm was offered here and I inquired within to find out how much ($130.00) and for how long (three hours) the service would be for today. I had to drive Maw back home so she could rest and I hurriedly made my way back to the place.
They were waiting for me and I ended up paying $155.00 (plus a handsome tip of $45.00) after five hours and thirty minutes of sitting and standing too long. The guy cut my hair two inches from the bottom after getting two lopped off one week ago by another rough Asian individual. One hour and twenty five minutes was for applying the straightening solution, another one hour and a half for the rinsing, drying and ironing, and then another one hour and a half for applying the neutralizer, rinsing, drying, ironing and trimming.
That was fun and now I have a Goth hairdo with the long bangs covering my strong jaw line with wispyness. I told them I’d come back for the hair color but decided this basic black hair color of mine will do just fine. I will dress up now with dark clothes and make up to become another EMO for once in my life. My stupid denim jeans are dead and long live the emotional poets and creative artist in all of us. Now I’ll need to buy my dark nail polish and as such go the clothes store before going to work next week when ‘Hard-Core Red’ shows up from her vacation of Mazatlan, Mexico.
I called Paw him I was stranded at the parking lot of the mini-mall due to the overheated alarm system locking out the ignition. Maw got the phone and started talking about my improvement and my diet, which she will help calculate for me. I told her I needed salad and then she suggested I buy a salad dressing from the nearby grocery store.
She would not stop talking as I made my way out the car (to allow the alarm system to cool off) and to the grocery store. I panicked for a moment after realizing that I may not have enough cash for buying pandisal bread afterward. I dug around my wallet and found the remaining three, one-dollar bills, which was enough for one order of fourteen hot pandisals, which I waited for about fifteen minutes.
So I went home and unloaded the grocery of salad dressing and bread – one for me and two for Paw. Maw was excited about my hairdo as I was excited about relief from the removal of wavy, dry hair. My hair length is no longer below my waist but below my shoulder blades. I will have to post a picture of my new hairdo soon.
I greeted the parakeets too. Eventually, I made my way upstairs to read my emails and favorite forum with their posted articles and to enter two long journals into this WordPress.com account.
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20060918-Bored Again
The current time is 08:12PM and the air feels warm. I don’t like warm and have the fan oscillating around to cool me. Work was done. Dinner was eaten. And the dishes were completed after delivering two of three pizzas to Brat in exchange for two peaches and a plastic container of red grapes from Twit.
During dinner, I’ve learned that ‘Liar Lunatic’ has been told by Maw that ‘Liar Lunatic’ is no longer her friend. The liar drove to our house and had been greeted by Maw’s screaming from her doorstep. The liar sobbed and shed her crocodile tears and claimed she meant no harm when she Maw was needed as a crying towel of problems. I told Maw don’t believe her anyone and avoid associating with her likes.
We have learned last week that a relative, ‘Hell-Lie’ has died from lung cancer as big as a fist and probably from exposure to working the assembly line in the electronics industry. The biggest lie was presented during the relative’s funeral. ‘Liar Lunatic’ believed the deceased ‘Hell-Lie’ was a summa cum laude graduate of the prestigious University of the Philippines.
If ‘Liar Lunatic’ was indeed smart, she should have been more prepared and not have been transferred to this charity hospital where she later died. Or at least she could display her diploma somewhere as ‘proof’ of her hard work to earn an accounting degree. We did not attend the old hag’s funeral due to this bio-units feud. The old town folks already warned that she was too aggressive for my more docile but deceased uncle.
The only one who cried was the youngest daughter, ‘Anal-Yen’ who took care of the mother (and perhaps other paper works to secure her future of one house in Las Vegas and another in south San Jose). I am not surprised to learn that the grandchildren did not cry since we all know how mean and nasty the old hag was during their growing years. I’m not much into eulogy but the old hag needs to be forgiven no matter what.
By the way, I did see a white butterfly hovering outside my bedroom window around 09:38AM on Sunday, 09-17-2006 while I was putting on the freshly laundered bed sheets. I remembered my other relative in the Philippines getting a visit from a similar white butterfly, which hovered around her head. She said that was my docile but deceased uncle. Come to think of it, this butterfly may have been that old hag, ‘Hell-Lie’. I wish her a good journey wherever that may be, of course.
P.S. Bored again sounds similar to born again. But this has nothing to do with Christians.’ I happen to be bored and then thought I could blog about the afterlife in the form of white butterflies. The old town folks claim these are souls.
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20060908-Squirrel Fence
This is a picture of a squirrel standing up on our fence. It was taken on 0922AM. The CB created by J—/Sensei is below and currently located in the SW direction and was well received by Mother Earth on 05-18-2006 and on 05-20-2006 at 10:29AM, two black copters made there presence know above our house.
The wind is blowing two yellow-colored, plastic pinwheel of eight leaves. This should scare off the gopher that has been digging around in our backyard. The sky is currently blue and I see some wispy clouds hovering westerward. Some are vertical; some were triangular like on last Saturday, 09-02-2006.
The air is cold but breath taking. I inhale deeply and mentally wave at the wispy clouds outside my window. I have called (more like emailed and messaged) my boss and told her I won’t be in today because I need to drive my mother to two (2) doctor’s appointment. She has been sick the past few days.
I also email someone else and will not use my cellphone the whole day as a result. I want to enjoy my weekend knowing that I’ve done my best with taking care of my family and myself. There is nothing wrong with working hard but there are days that we need to take off.
Also, I did cancel next Monday’s dental appointment because I still have not decided if I want that same place to further mess up my filled in tooth of six months with a crown. I forgot to ask if the crown would involve mercury.
I found that zapping the pain away keeps the doctors away. And the pain is not as noticeable as long as my mind is kept preoccupied. I no longer feel the third and fourth tooth vibrating from a referred pain.
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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.
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20060401-Backyard Paradise
The houses here were built upon land that used to be swamps and marshes and growing orchards of apples and oranges that no longer exist as part of each backyard. The main road of S!e#rr@ Rd.’ used to be quiet long before they opened up the dead end piles of dirt now noisy with the busy railway intersection at L^ndy Rd.
Not a dull moment could ever become of our backyard. Yesterday’s overcast and high winds blew across the foot tall lawn as the green blades bends across as if being petted by a large invisible hand. There is much cleaning up of native plants and weed and of eucalyptus leaves dried up on the ground everywhere to be done by Paw when springtime permits warm weather.
This little plot of paradise garden has been maintained mostly by Paw and he seems at peace with his surrounding. He is a quite man, who was born on May 3 and does have this down to earth Taurus patience of digging deep into ground and soil, including his obsessive compulsive to get the rubbish separated nicely from the recyclables.
He may take longer than most people to accomplish the maintenance but that is fine for him as long as the job is done right and perfectly the way he wants. So that the fruits of his hard labor could be harvested later on with the fruit trees bearing pomelo, apricot, nectarines, plums, lemons, pears and persimmons. The backyard is his territory.
Whenever we have too much fruits, we share what bountiful harvest with bio-units and friends. Some appreciate the kind gestures; others are meant to be ignored and left in the gutter like some forgotten walnut. All our relatives living in the East Bay are a bunch of ungrateful people. After leaving a bagful of fruits at each door on a fine day, one would think that a simple thank you to my bio-units, at least, would suffice.
But we know they are too busy to care because they are working sixteen hours to pay off their egos. I shouldn’t sound so bitter but I did and had to drive with Maws pleadings to deliver these bags of fruits. Her logic, according to her mother, is to treat the relatives of the in-laws nicely.
We try to make her understand that this was not her destiny to be treated nicely in return from my own cold-hearted kin folks, whose remind me of a bunch of angry, hissing nagas.
(He-he: I don’t know much about my bloodline or ancestry but this is as close a description I could think of to explain very territorial attitudes of people from a province in Philippines called Batangas on Paw side).
I remember as a child looking at a particular photo of a completely white snake appearing from the page of our old Encyclopaedia. Each look at the snake’s head popping out gave me heart jolting fears that I had to cross train myself to view the photo longer and eventually to touch the photo.
Now I know better that snakes are part of the grand design. We don’t have snakes in the backyard but there used to be crickets making noise into the night now paved over with cement, monarch caterpillars eating the milkweed that used to grow in the backyard, gophers digging large holes through our lawn, hoards of flies buzzing into spider webs and a big toad that hopped away never to be seen again.
Times have indeed changed in lifestyles, attitudes and people that I’ve met along the way. I know that someday, people would all be nicer and stop being a bunch of hard headed nuts. People should learn to enjoy their own backyard like Paw, who happens to like walking outdoors. He’d pace back and forth while bundled up in two layers of jacket with one hooded and a baseball cap to finish the image of a toasty chestnut.
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20060308-Platitudes Care
Reading comic strips make me laugh and I almost snorted out through my nose these rice pilafs for lunch from the cafeteria downstairs. As I ate lunch, my mind came across this one word, platitudes, which sounded like an animal called a platypus (or duckbills) with attitudes. Platypuses are cute with their bills resembling ducks as they play in their natural habitat of water.
I don’t consider myself an animal but animals with attitudes sound like me when I get angry. Being angry is not nice but there is justified anger when crossed by unwelcome intruders. When angered there is no other outlet but simmering stress that eventually come out as sheer outburst? Nothing could hide a volcano about to blow its top off or the anger of a woman betrayed, hurt or deceived.
When I hear that I have an attitude, I bow to them in silent regard and flip them off mentally. Of course, my face will contort into this red-faced embarrassment upon hearing such remarks from people I hardly know. My aloof composure may need to be more relaxed. But how could I relax when I’m already an anxious person in front of strangers?
I could meditate to bring the calm over me, like grinning widely from ear to ear to keep me from laughing out loud in their faces and work towards a more natural and friendlier smile, which always work for some with nice teeth. And when no one is looking, I may stick out my tongue at them for making fun at me in the first place.
It’s impossible to keep a straight face without looking like some programmed robot without any feelings. I don’t know how people can keep their emotionless state for too long without breathing in the air after someone farted inside the elevator or laughing with the person who did that natural bodily function.
Both good and bad attitudes exist because this defines the person. From my psychology class, any behavior could be modified before the hard core attitudes could budge a little to allow for some improvement. This sounds like an experiment for us all and I don’t like being part of an experiment that may be either beneficial or detrimental to the goals of the researchers.
I tend to act like a sponge soaking up all the communicated information and incorporate what I’ve learned from others and discovered by myself into my sphere. Unfortunately, I also take things personally because it’s hard to separate my truth from theirs.
Like my mutable sign, my attitudes will always adjust to the tune of the changing environment. I don’t wind surf on the waves of North Shore but surfing the internet is as close to taking sides. The battle is trying to find the part of me that cares.
These are my platitudes as expressed via an online journal composed by a simple person, a novice writer and a powerful influence to my small public. I care about making a difference in the world no matter what attitude this blogger has to offer and share. So there! Nyah!
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