Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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  • Frowning and Scowling Face

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    In my OLD blogs, I published a page featuring my baby photo as inspired by that dream blogger, who posted his baby photo of a similar pose of that time. In my baby photo, I am already scowling. I believe the photo was taken during the cold blear winter and I was shivering cold as my little hands were clenched.

    Fast forward, I still have a frown face. Why? Forceps, my dears, forceps! Sly S the actor also had a whiplashed smile due to forceps as revealed during an interview many years ago. To this day, I have a VERY difficult time smiling a straight smile without forcing the muscles to even out.

    I’ve learned NOT to knit my eyebrows too much and this is to avoid making my already SMALL eyeballs from looking further SMALL. With the recent relax ‘selfie’ which is rare, my eyeballs appear ‘wider’ and hopefully NOT dead or bitchy.

    As a result, I do NOT have wrinkles between the eyebrows or any crows feet. This is part from staying indoors and away from humanz who presence raises my anxiousness. I also do NOT frequent the outdoors as I’ve already sustained a farmer’s tan on my forearms while the rest of me is pale. Gross!

    Oh, during photos and when I attempt to force my smile, I noticed that my eyebrows turn downward. I’m like the nerdy kid with wide eyeglasses and braces, which I had for five years during my childhood.

    And yes humanz do NOT gravitate towards me as they prolly know that I’m a bitch, and being the eldest ‘cousin’ on my daddy’s side, I prolly inherited most of the thuggish traits of my ancestors anyways. Further, one time a stray kitty cat hissed at me from atop a wooden fence. The parakeets are afraid of me, too.

    Anyway, I understand now why I avoid posting too much visual interpretation. In Chinese culture, smiling isn’t necessary. And so I’ve adopted that cultural heritage into my family photos, which I rarely take nowadays since there would be no one to share those moments.

    20190921-0914. I’m hungry again and will take my shake drink in one hour to fill up my tummy until the next mealtime.

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    Don’t cry, Miss “Lulinternet”. Your new hair cut is cute. Dads (like ours) don’t realize their little girls grow up, you know! 🙂

    (Source: http://lulinternet.com/post/24135088852)

  • 20120115-Random Notes

    Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone for 01/15/2012:

    22:05. I recalled an old thought from earlier today. When looking straight at my naval, it looks like a “left eye” because one side is longer than the other!

    22:00. Maw and I finished watching the South Carolina Forum on FNC. I already narrowed down my choices to two. The other three can go away. Can you guess which of the two choices I’d like? One is calmer and one is a joker.

    18:12. “It’s hard to eat when it’s incomplete.” That was my thought for Paw who has a habit of waiting for the microwave oven to finishing warming up ALL food items prior to him sitting down at the table with Maw and me.

    15:37. Saw two black crows flying from east to west against an overcast of gray/blue/white clouds with some sunshine/sylphs breaking over the westward hills of the Bay Area.

    13:01. After shopping for four more pieces of round/moon cake and two old coconut to be grated later by Paw as topping over the cakes and later for $14.02 of deep fried fishsticks, I noticed the Mazda’s dashboard read as 37,055 (odometer).

    11:41. After trolling/reading TDM site, I found that the “TOTAL PAGEVIEWS” was 1,440.

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    1,440 Total Pageviews

    11:30. After trolling/reading TDM site, I clicked on the “Ad” and voted on Newsmax Poll: http://polls.newsmax.com/obama-policies. In the poll, my answers were the full repeal of the “Robamney” healthcare plans; the restoration of full Medicare benefits entitled to Seniors who paid into the system; the opposition “to give 12 million illegal ALIENS amnesty and a path to citizenship”; the cutting of taxes as Congress‘ priority and that I won’t be voting for 2012.

    10:58. The same tiny Black Bird (male) was seen perching on the naked branches of the plum tree.

    ~09:50. We saw a red-colored, two-door, old version, run-down BMW make a U-turn, just as we were making a left turn on MY long stretch of road. The windows were tainted. The driver is a BLACK man. Now for you folks who don’t get it, this is mostly an ASIAN (rich) suburan area. To the SJPD, WTF? If Lolinda (the divorced nutter living next door to our corner house) has something to do with her known paranoia and hiring any investigator, you guys are fools. Get with the program. I’ve uploaded the Android app for “San Jose Clean”. Going forward, I’ll be a viligent citizen. You nasty, crazy bastards (per bad-ass honeybadger).

    08:13. Maw opened her bedroom door at the same time I opened my eyes. My head was craned towards the right, past my bedroom door.

  • 20111215-Random Thoughts

    Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:

    12/15/2011 14:24. My car’s dashboard showed 72,229 (odometer), 940.0 (speedometer) at 2:24pm. We left Carl’s Jr.

    12/15/2011 13:45. While waiting for Paw to come out of the toilet, I was browsing the CVS shelves for a bottle of “Paul Mitchell – Thickening”, which we found in the neighboring third store as “Thicks Up”. But while browsing the shelves, I stood directy over a speaker, which came on and asked for an “angel” for a ready prescription.

    12/15/2011 13:15. The three of us ate at Carl’s Jr. And “Anthony”, the tall disabled black guy, was being especially LOUD and friendly with everyone. He was VERY excitable.

    12/15/2011 12:50. My car’s dashboard showed 72,227 (odometer), 938.8 (speedometer) at 12:49pm. We left the Great Mall.

    12/15/2011 12:23. Debbie, the silver-haired bubble head, wouldn’t stop clearing her voice while the other secretary helped Maw with two dental appointments. The witch wasn’t ready with her X-mas tree and said loudly the word “crazy” as I struggled to remove Paw’s masking tape from the pages of Maw’s calendar book. I wonder if Dr. SuezakI know his secretaries are annoying.

    Later, lots of tongue-flicker were walking the Great Mall (Milpitas, CA). Upon our arrival, I saw a white couple emerge from a store to our right (in the dimmest section of the mall). The white guy coughed loudly as we walked past each other in the opposite direction. I turned my head quickly to the left and made a spitting noise.

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  • New short hair cut…

    This morning I made a hair appointment with Kim at High Life Beauty Salon after 12:30pm. After loading Paw’s jackets to be washed, I left at 12:35pm, and shopped for “sinigang” based soup pack from Perucho grocery store next door to the salon. One was a “Knorr” brand; the other was a “Mama Sita’s” branch.

    At 1:09pm, I arrived home.

    The hair cut was less than a minute and I was charged $12 because it was a “men’s” cut, not a “butch” that lesbians wear, but cut enough with long bangs for different styles.

    The side burns were long enough to cover the tops of my ears but angled downward to cover my sideburns. The back was short, like a military and it offers the much needed “ventilation” for this month’s unusual “heat wave”.

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  • As Is

    Long ago the boy was with the girl during a meal, I told his rather plainly:

    “You are perfect!”

    And this is how people should be – perfect from the moment of birth, if not conception. Look at how cute babies are and how joyful toddlers become as little children. They are like angels until they grow horns like devils.

    Tall, short. Dark, light. Thin, fat. Rich, poor. Smart, dumb. Straight, curved. Male, female. Naughty, nice. Happy, sad. Social, loner. Human, reptoid.

    Whatever your situation or self-image: You are perfect. Just go with the flow and accept your uniqueness. Don’t step on the toes of each other, though: It’s not nice.

  • Backdoor Wallflower

    After saying goodbye to a couple of people I know and waving goodbye to a couple of strangers who cared to look my way, I discovered my purpose here that the temp job from hell. I’m a wallflower to the backdoor!

    9. Wallflower

    Someone who chooses to observe, instead of experience life.

    They know a lot about people, what they are truthfully like, how they actually act when they think no one is paying attention.

    Since people have little interest in wallflowers, they usually know a lot about people. The good and the bad.

    Wallflowers are not mean, or impolite. They are usually pleasant, and respectful- just shy and/or introverted.

    Nontheless, people tend to use the word “wallflower” negatively. What a shame.

    Office lady

    An office lady, often abbreviated OL (Japanese: オーエル Ōeru), is a female office worker in Japan who performs generally pink collar tasks such as serving tea and secretarial or clerical work. Like many unmarried Japanese, OLs often live with their parents well into early adulthood. Office ladies are usually full-time permanent staff, although the jobs they do usually have little opportunity for promotion, and there is usually the tacit expectation that they leave their jobs once they get married.

    Often nicknamed shokuba no hana or “office flower”, these women suffered discrimination due to the M-Curve.

    So does that mean I’m pretty? Not in the least but rather plain looking. Must I wear make-up? Sure! Why not? I must learn to put on a happy face, too! Maybe I’ll put a flower or plant to liven up the place and start bringing in the donuts and bagels, too!

    Konichiwa! Ohaiyogozaimasu! Bai! Bai! Sayonara!

  • Cute Guys

    Well, around 5:30pm, I was busing myself with work. I noticed one guy was making paper noises near the printer area off to my right side. He had on a VERY light blue, long-sleeved shirt on. As he headed out the back door, he turned to look into my direction!

    Yeah, right! Unfortunately, I don’t sport a heavy rack to make heads turn. As a matter of fact, I cover-up all the way up to the neck. For you see, this mostly Asian company is conservative. And I happen to wear conservative clothing of gabardine slacks and normal tops.

    I barely caught sight of his momentary stare. What I saw was his straight, scruffy hair, slightly layers, light brown and the kind I could run my fingers through for good behavior. I like that image – so young, so clueless.

    Yesterday, a tight-bodied, short-version of a George Michael (with mirrored sunglasses, six o’clock shadow of a beard and tight dark gray clothing) held the upstairs door opened for me. Hahaha! I love these guys! They’re unusually unique.

    Oh! And yesterday, a new worker was introduced to the group. He looked like a Hispanic but is really an Asian Indian because of his last name. He goes by the name of John. That was easy to remember. If only I knew the names of the other cute guys, I’d be happily imagining bliss.

    The guard downstairs seemed much quieter after I blogged about him a while back. It’s as if people at work really read my blog – or so I assume!

  • Gained Weight

    Well, my weight went back up into the next ten pound bracket. It’s because I haven’t pooped. That adds weight, you know. Plus, I’ve been eating too much dinner again. The weighing scale lies! It’s my nemesis and so is my fat.

  • Cute Guard

    Well, what can I say? The guard downstairs is cute. He has dark, curly hair, a deep voice and long upturned eyes. He would ask in his sideway glance:

    • “How’s it going?”
    • “Have a good night.”

    Ah! There’s nothing like an old fart (like moi) giggling in delight to see such beautiful people doing BLUE collar work. Yum.

  • Alien Language

    For awhile now, I get it. Coughing and spitting are two distinct classes of alien languages. It means: Hello! I’m here! After being so clueless for these past few years, I get it. So in response to these noises, I cough softly and `talk` to them in ultra-high or ultra-low frequency. I can’t be done. Just vibrate the throats enough to feel it move. Here are more stories from work of `aliens in disguise`.

    I think gay people are disgusting, especially the skinny one who would ALWAYS cough loudly to announce his presence as soon as he enters the back door. He wears tight pants to show off his flat butt and wears a weird hair-do meant for the circus. What are these people trying to prove? Are they the next minorities who should be pitied upon by the majority of conservatives who view marriage between a man and a women?

    And then today at lunch a stupid, old South Asian Indian hacked, coughed and spat in the kitchen sink as he was washing his dishes. Twice or thrice, I said (somewhat loudly over the stupid Filipinos talking LOUDLY in their language): `Disgusting!` These people are in America and so stupid and clueless that they get away with whatever grossness that should be done in private. The camera is mounted high up on the wall to video tape this dark-skinned moron.

    Moreover, there are the usual Asians who this coughing and spitting means something normal from the old country. These morons, too, much die. For all I care they are small in their height, ways and definitely in their minds. It’s the year of 2010, idiots! Take a hint! You are in America now. Stop practicing your stupid customs and traditions. There are other cultures here who think you guys dress like bums and smell like bums.

    Anyway, the South Asian Indian guys wear the nicest clothes. That’s for sure. Very nice.

  • Beautified Beast

    OMG! If I only had my money back, I’d invest in myself for once in my life! I have a co-worker, a Vietnamese and she is so good with beauty products. But one item costs $50-$60! WTF am I going to get that kind of money?

    Honestly, I don’t trust these ingredients and I’m allergic to beauty products. I can’t just buy anything and not react. But the cheap ones do fine. It’s just sometimes it doesn’t stick, cakes too much, runs easily, whatever!

    So maybe it’s time to start the hard way. I used to wear eyeliner but I got so LAZY to remove the sticky stuff every night. I simply do NOT know how to apply the right combination of colors or how much I need to put and for what occasion. I’m stupid. I swear!