Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: beauty

– shoes – clothes – hair – makeup

  • 20090713-Cruel Kids

    Mean, blond girl to my left: ‘She’s ugly!’ Dr. Kai: ‘No. She’s not.’ While lying down & waiting for orthodontist long ago, stifled back tears from being seen as weak

  • 20090628-Friggin Hot

    Today’s sunny, clear blue skies & HOT! Took 2 quick showers, swept eucalyptus leaves w/ ~walis~ & dried hair. Maw plucked gray hairs. Hung laundry 2 dry outside.

  • 20090627-Hair Length

    Can’t decide if short, sassy, youthful hairstyle for warm weather or longer, prone to sheds & more care for sultry look. People like short on moi, less witchy..

  • 20090620-Kitchen Sink

    For quick hair wash: use dishwashing liquid 4 cleaner results, wash w/ water hotter 2 lukewarm, remove oils along hairline, sniff fingers, rinse well,towel dry.

  • 20071208-Saturday Shopping

    Well, I woke up late, ate breakfast and went shopping at Mervyn`s for some clothes and presents. First stop was trying to buy Paw his new sweat suit outfits to replace his grungy ones from the local flea market years ago. He protested as usual this time by weakly grabbing at the articles of clothing weighed down upon my arms.

    But I pulled back and stretched up to get at the ones beyond my reach. He claimed to want only one outfit. He got three. I paid for those along with a pajama set for Brat as his holiday present.

    Next was me and I eyes one pair of Sketchers with plaid black designs. The support a little bit below the middle of my foot (and slightly above my heel) felt weird yet bouncy. I took that for my purchase, tried five more tops and purchased the red ones with flowers along the next line including a brown 3/4 sleeve for me and a red one for Twits holiday present.

    We ate lunch and tipped both the cashier and a bunch of youths one dollar each. The singers (three with one playing a classical guitar) were from Fremont, CA and for some reason belong to this Pentecostal organization. I don`t know what that is but it means another version of God as a tasty cheeseburger.

    I read in a topic from another forum in which God is expressed as being the best cheeseburger — unique to different types of burger joint, much like religion and all its domination. Now I realize that these boxes, dojos or forums are trying to present themselves as being the best burger in town — God or not.

    I wasn`t ready to go home since it wasn`t 14:00PM when I decided to go shopping at Long`s Drug Store for more outdoor lights because I saw how lack luster our outdoor decorations looked compared to the beautiful lightings done by our neighbors when Maw and I drove around last night. This was from 07:00PM to 08:00PM right after dinner and leaving Paw taking too long with the garbage outback more recently.

    While driving, I listened to her freaking complaining, whining and crying as an awakened victim of late to a failed relationship with an no compassion, dull-witted and selfish husband — Paw. I should know because I see these particular traits in Paw, Brat and me as well as my paternal relatives up in the East Bay. They come from Tuy, Batangas, Philippines and people from this province are notorious for being spitefully mean, very territorial and knife wielders. (I bet you didn`t know that, eh `Shrimpsei`?)

    Anyway, I purchased around $39.00 worth of new decoration with 2-100 mini-lights for $4.00, one 22-green colored extension cord (with three `female` outlets at the end for my three reindeer bio-units) and four boxes of plastic gutter clips, which I used for hooking up the lights on the chain link fence (made by Montgomery Ward).

    Oh yeah before I forget, yesterday I saw a guy walking his red rover dog yesterday after work as Paw described his accomplishment of throwing the three bad lines of mini-lights and decorating the front porch with two extra lines of multi-colored mini-lights. I hollered out like: `Good job, Paw`! And sure enough I got a reaction from boy and dog as boy looked in my direction. I`m a brat.

    As soon as we arrived home, I grabbed my jacket and head out front to get working on those lights. Later, I heard the loser coughing out loud intentionally from his AT&T van. I flicked him off since my back was towards this main strip of road. And as he parked across the road, I got closer to the end of my chain link fence and hollered: `Die you loser! Choke on your SARS!` Heck, I`m only human and I know TPTB will make him work harder.

    So I removed the old blue lights from fence and the white lights from the rose bushes. After I used up the two new white mini-lights for the scallop design from one main post to the other, I used the remainder of the old blue lights from the rose bushes and the old white lights for the tall rose shrub. We moved the angel closer to the fence and the three reindeer bio-units towards the center of the lawn.

    Paw did not do anything useful except decorate the vertical rose shrub, hold the clips open for hooking the fence lights, cleaning up the extra boxes and twist ties and grabbing a stepping stool to hang the last line on top of the gazebo located near the main strip of road. I ended up doing the rest of the `engineering`.

    I realize what Maw has been through all these years with Paw. The other `auntie-in-laws` reported the same of my paternal uncles — they are slick, robotic Twits and won`t lift a finger for others but only for themselves! The paternal aunties are foul-mouthed, banshees whose endearing quality is to win the friendships of party fools.

    Anyway, I digress as Maw and I went out to see the newly upgraded design of mine. We left Paw again to do his own things in the house after Maw trimmed his hairdo. Then she whined, complained and cried again the whole time about other nonsense. I AM NOT MEANT TO BE HERE! These twosomes are killing me! And I`ve not started a life or bio-units away from these fools — my bio-units of loving kindness, of course.

    Oops, I digress again. I meant to go shopping for my new pair of flat ugly black shoes to replace the ones I bought from Payless ShoeSource years ago. I didn`t find a good pair from the messy boxes at Mervyn`s and will end up going to Payless ShoeSource for my new pair tomorrow instead since I purchased those outdoor lightings. It`s the price of hardship courtesy of TPTB:– a penny pincher with hard to find shoes for my big feet.

    I forgot to buy my purple nail polish, which I will hopefully remember for tomorrow`s shopping. I`ve been wearing electric blue nail polish to work for the whole of last week. Like I said, I will not conform or stay there to work until I die. Sitting at that desk is already death to me — it doesn`t allow me for creativity: singing, dancing or painting.

    I`ll be screaming out loud mentally to annoy TPTB until justice is served. They will not go unpunished or unscathed for betraying me all these years. There is no escaping my wrath. It`s a great brouhaha.

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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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