Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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  • 20060526-Sleepy Sleep

    For the past few days, I’ve felt weak and sleepy.
    Yesterday, I’ve blogged about birds and felt weepy.
    Prior to sleeping, I’d relaxed but feel tizzy.
    Recently, I’m not quite alert and feel dizzy.

    I don’t know why my system would shake and quiver.
    My love and light would be sent back like a river.
    No pain was in my left temple side of my head.
    One night I dreamt a tug pulled out the pain instead.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 at 10:33PM…

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

  • 20060519-Cloud Rains

    Rain has fallen today from gray and white clouds above. This afternoon around 05:00PM was the only time I noticed the rain through the tall windows of the lobby as I left the building. I smiled and felt good to know that rain is always a blessing to growing and living things.

    Yesterday around 07:00PM, I finished planting the CB created by J—/Sensei’s into the soil of Mother Earth of San Jose, CA. I expected only my prayers to God to work the miracle of balancing all that is good and right. No harm should ever be intended or directed at anything or anyone.

    Yesterday around 11:30PM, a copter flew over my bio-unit’s house. I know there is nothing to fear but I felt intimidated to hear this object make noise that close to the roof and late at night. My system responded with apprehension and I tried to rationalize that all will be well.

    I prayed to my heart’s content in a special way and that is how I fell asleep yesterday night. My morning today was greeting with much energy as I dressed myself to drive Maw to her doctor’s appointment. As we traveled towards southbound Highway 880, I almost missed the exit.

    Both parents screamed and I joked that maybe I should call in sick today because I might miss my exit too from lack of concentration, which has been noticeable recently. My mind has been drifting off due to enjoying the misty whiteness of cloud covering most of the Bay Area today.

    We waited for Maw to be finished with her appointment; ate our breakfast at our local restaurant; and went home so I could freshen up some more before returning to work at 11:00AM.

    Most of the day was spent working to catch up on three day’s worth work. And I didn’t have time to eat lunch because of being already filled up from breakfast earlier this morning. I work fast and quite diligently with some accuracy. I like to balance each cash receipt batch at the end of day.

    So my travel home was driving in the rain and with the newly replaced windshield wipers turned on. I smiled with my pearly whites shining forth so other drivers could see as I bemused of how such weird weather patterns could possibly have occurred.

    I could not hurry home as in the past of my youth with anger and frustration from behind the wheel because the speeding alone would only excite my lower intestines this evening. I had to use the bathroom badly due to not honoring the natural cycle of relieving myself before going home.

    With that said, I used the toilet most graciously for a good five minutes. I conversed with Paw through the open bathroom door and mentioned the unusual rain today. He pointed to my CB outback and he smiled knowingly also.

    I made my fifteen minutes phone call to my disappointment again. My plans for quitting my day job and traveling abroad to learn of people and places have been delayed once again. At least I have my two Finance Team button and gray long sleeve sweater with company logo to remind me of my dedication to the company.

    My working at this company is the key to my success. I work hard and do my best to get the job done. Certain people really owe me via this company for making part of their dreams possible. I also owe my supportive bosses for allowing me to work this long.

    After the phone call was made, a copter made several rounds nearby our neighborhood around 06:00PM tonight and I took blurry pictures. There have been police writing tickets from a street this morning and from the exit into northbound Highway 880 after the appointment.

    These strange activities do not deter me from planting anything with love and light. I only care to believe that hard work that bears fruit is good. And today the fruit that bears witness happens to be rain from rain clouds above. Some blue skies broke forth around 06:30PM.

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    Friday May 19, 2006 – 07:15pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060615-Cleaning Stuffed

    Today was another ordinary day of working hard in front of the computer and cleaning out the closets upstairs. I cross-trained the temporary brat and three of us went to the downstairs cafeteria to buy lunch. I forgot my cash inside my black bag and ended up charging my credit card for a protein drink made out of soy milk and fruits and a dark chocolate made out of organic ingredients.

    I was after the liqueur effects from this chocolate bar, which I ate all by myself later on after drinking my protein drink. I really should be more sharing because the brat reached out in a joking manner to grab a piece of my US3.50 treat. Then ‘Darkman Laundry’, one of the collectors, came by to inquire on one of his customers and I jokingly told him that my underling was being rude.

    My lunch was limited to these two foods because I did not want to suffer another painful bout of flare ups when comes the time for my bowel movements. I saw some prepared salads inside clear plastic bowls shaped like a UFO but decided not to get this for lunch because of the possible effects from ‘roughage’. The protein drink was smooth and sweet and I could live on liquid diet for the rest of my life.

    My work continued to be painful as I sat down and got up very frequently. I found myself typing on the keyboard and navigating with the mouse in an awkward position. Around three o’clock in the afternoon, I felt hardly felt any pain in the ring of fire below. This was after stretching my back by reclining on my work chair as far back as approximately forty-five degrees. The brat showed me the lever to the left of the chair that allows one to recline backwards.

    After another fine day of catching up with my work, there was the business of cleaning out the stuffed animals from this large hefty sized plastic bag and one large plastic container. I brought out some stuffed animals and displayed on both the armoire and the dresser located in the guest room. I thought about the dust building up eventually on the stuffed animal toys and decided to return them to storage.

    The old toys from our childhood went back inside the same large, clear plastic container. The other stuffed toys were bagged up for Brat to be picked up later near the area where he normally picks up his mail. These were either recently purchased by him during shopping sprees with Twit to show his feigned interest in these mindless Sanrio Surprises or past gifts given to him by other enamored females.

    The cleaning out of stuffed animal toys from my bedroom closet was completed around midnight. I tidied up some more items and laid upstairs in the guest bedroom to meditate by staring above into the white acoustic bumps of the ceiling to form pictures from my mind. I didn’t see anything but heard my complimentary noise to my right side near the window.

    I continued to stare at the ceiling when a temporary brightness from my dilating pupils signaled me to head off to bed around 01:08PM. After about an hour, I mysteriously heard the vacuum cleaner making noise downstairs. But I drifted off to sleep because there is more work of cleaning out stuff.

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    Saturday June 17, 2006 – 12:12pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 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

  • 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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    Monday May 1, 2006 – 10:22pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060427-Blue Days

    ‘The weather is great. I love this weather!’ ‘Squirrel-Ling’ exclaimed as he came into the house to unload his bicycle from his black Mustang. He usually bikes to work, which is about fifteen minutes away. But since he will move (whenever) into his new house, he could opt walking to work at the same amount of time.

    I was playing ‘bite the balsam’ wood with two parakeets, Yeyo and Fat Budgie. At the same time, I heard a positive response from him in a long time. The mostly gray clouds and unseasonal rain for the beginning of 2006 has been replaced with another fine day of clear blue skies, very little signs of clouds and brown smog sticking over the horizon.

    I would rather hear grumpy people making happy noises than happy people making grumpy noises. ‘Squirrel-Ling’ is a happy person and his baby pictures shows him smiling and his aura is of no ill will. People like him as I mentioned in my previous blogs and seem very attracted to this handsome ‘Squirrel-Ling.’ 

    Blue days are always relaxing and calming. The Sun overhead was not that hot but felt lots of heat penetrating my big shiny forehead. My sneakers are at home and I should remember to bring them for walking outside on blue days like this.

    Today, I managed to take a walk with a couple of co-workers for lunch. At least I did not overheat underneath my black vest with a high collar or sweat too much to stink up the cubicles at work like some people do after they work out at the company gym downstairs AND without taking a shower.

    We bought the $7.00 special, which included a baked, teriyaki salmon on top of cabbage salad with medium hard breadstick. I think we wasted half our money on the pretty plastic, hexagonal shaped container with a hinge and on the fact that the salmon was only six by three inches. Moreover, I do not like cabbage this raw or uncooked and prefer this boiled as part of soup.

    I wanted to drive home with both my windows rolled down but had to rolled them back up because of my more sensitive hearing. For the brief moments of enjoying the beautiful scene of nicely manicured business parks of flowering blossoms on tall green trees lining my path towards home, I took long breaths of the crispy cool air and daydreamed of more days of blue skies.

    The red firetruck of the SJFD blared it siren towards the railway intersection from my road at 06:33PM. Earlier on my way home, a white SN truck blared its siren opposite from the soccor field and I almost stopped in the middle of the intersection to avoid it and the car to my right in order to pull off the side.

    Anyway, I shall continue with my stories. There is no need to feel fearful or intimidate by the actions of recent activites from police people intercepting the speeding motorists or the fire folks stopping the congested traffic.

    My awareness of beauty from within myself as I program my brain for positive thinking and raise my spirit for perfect harmony has been reflected both yesterday and today in the form of blue skies, fresh air and happy people.

    I have decided to concentrate on bringing warmth from the Sun back to us after the long wet weather. We could use some heat to dry off, especially of soaked feathers from the outdoor birds. Both days did not leave me drained of precious energy as I continued to work indoors.

    Other aware people are encouraged to be more in tune with nature and together we could raise the vibration of the planet to its rightful place among the stars where goodness prevails. Everyone could take on personal efforts to make anything possible at given anytime.

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

  • 20060426-Blessing Dark

    After Paw answered the phone around 07:20PM and after he walked upstairs in his underwear to hand me the phone, Brat requested me that I come over and help clear the outside and inside of his property. He said to bring my smudge and I immediately got dressed.

    I fumbled around in my drawers in search of the remaining stalks of the fragrant sage and found two inside the plastic bag. I’ve not used the rest in the past six years and I told myself to purchase more of these plants for clearing the environment. I’m a novice but have learned to respect ancient healing methods whenever possible.

    So I went downstairs and grabbed two of three holy waters in plastic white bottles from the sacred space of our Christian alter: picture of Sacred Heart; miniature statuettes of Fatima and St. Joseph; hanging plaques of prayers; candles and other assortments of reverence.

    My vest and jacket pockets were stuffed with bottles of holy water and my cell phone, which never rings. My back light blue jean pockets had my circular shaped, magnetic removers for protection of my rear.

    My already heavy, black leather bag had the mini-torch for lighting; my two remaining smudges; a three legged turquoise circular container to catch the burning embers and a pyramid-shaped HHG for extra protection.

    I arrived at the designated place, which is my first to clear other than my home. Brat seemed to be talking on the phone. He wondered what this acid burned, red colored mini SUV truck, which had no license or license plate, was doing parked opposite his new house.

    Prior to leaving my home, I visualized my personal clearing and thought of only goodness. The first action I took was sprinkling holy water around the front of the house and then lawns of his sidewalk and front yard. Later I went through the front door; into the inside of the house and out to the backyard to perform the same sprinkling of holy water.

    I did not have any particular prayer prepared and repeated familiar ones from my Catholic upbringing. The only intention was to offer clearing and removal of any stuck energies. My next task was to use the smudge which I lighted several times until success was made.

    I didn’t want to burn up a lot at one time and had only a few minutes to perform my novice rituals. Brats’ friend does hers professionally and I know she could read anyone like an open book. Honestly, I would feel naked around her and have a hard time thinking nice thoughts.

    Anyway, I slowly worked the smudge around the back sides of the house and got to every nook and cranny that seemed too constricting. The place seemed full of pressure, which is similar to my head pressure as I blog this sentence at around 10:02PM. I later worked the backyard, which has been cleaned by a gardener this week.

    Next I went inside the first floor of the house from a counter clockwise position. I started from the backyard door to the bio-unit room, the living room, the bathroom, the garage and lastly the kitchen.

    I don’t know what the difference is with the direction of my method. I happen to be right handed and felt like I had to start on the right side of my walking. I only know that the smell of the smudge was working inside the house and up my nose.

    I slowly walked upstairs and marked each step, which are ten; then one miniature landing; and four more. I wondered if the couple wiped down the hand rails of the stairways yet.

    I got my bearing and worked to two bedrooms and walked inside each closet. Then the laundry room area started getting stronger. By the time I got to the bathroom area with one toilet and one shower and tub section, Brat felt his arm hairs stand on ends.

    My head pressure is currently building up more as I compose this sentence at 10:10PM. I felt something clear as my heart beats swooned. There was a section of two wash basins directly opposite this bathroom. The portal between this wash basin area and the third bedroom to was smudged especially well.

    From the third bedroom and its closet, I went through the hallway and into the master bedroom. The master bathroom was well lighted with two more wash basins to the right with a Jacuzzi bath to the right and shower to its right.

    The little toilet was straight ahead and compact. I didn’t like this tight space. The adjacent master closet was between this toilet room and the shower. I took my time in this closet and went upstairs later on to clear a second time with holy water also.

    They claimed there was some blood stains on the wall behind this glass door to this master closet. I said my prayers and told whatever was stuck to go away in peace. My head pressure continues as I compose this sentence at 10:15PM but not as strong as in the first bathroom scenario.

    I then used the remaining holy water to purify the inside of the house but did not sprinkle as liberally as outside. I didn’t want to wet down the wooden floor or the painted walls because Twit was there and wasn’t sure if she would approve of me wetting her new house.

    The clearing session was over in a few minutes and packed up my property so I could go home. Brat claimed the energy from the smudge was especially strong around the bathroom upstairs, which faces the next door neighbor’s house.

    A big, one and a half inch, brown spider crawled on my bedroom wall directly opposite from my blogging space at 10:20PM. I captured the big spider with my drinking plastic glass and used one of the note pad sized, page of my calendar to cover the glass.

    I showed Brat, who was playing his usual war games of shooting the enemies and he said to throw it outside where it could live. I decided to flush the critter down its watery grave into the toilet downstairs at 10:25PM. I flushed it twice to make sure the sewers directly below washed that entity away. The second flush seemed weaker than the first.

    Anyway, I shall continue with my story. We both came home at the same time with Brat five minutes later and we ate dinner. With Maw’s pleadings, we had to drive back to his home.

    I dug around one of the upright plastic drawers on wheels, which is located in closet across from our front door, to find a descent night light for the blessed statuettes that my bio-units bought two days ago.

    I couldn’t find any night light for the sacred objects and took the pretty one from my bedroom. It looked like a miniature frosted lampshade. I think I want it back because I need to my night light to sleep. I get spooked and bit suffocated at night if my bedroom is totally dark.

    We drove to his place and I plugged the night light to the right side of their temporary sacred space. This makes the house less dim and oppressive. Whenever there are objects of reverence, there should be light somewhere nearby. The inside looked much better with that night light turned on.

    I think this particular blog ran too long and my hair is still wet from my shower, which should further remove any cooties left over from my ghost busting or clearing activities earlier tonight at Brats’ new house. I hope he feels much better after my help.

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    Wednesday April 26, 2006 – 10:36pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060421-Burial Bed

    Today is the funeral of the relative. I am supposed to get dressed in the usual color of black after my sleep has been disturbed twice by Paw who had knocked on my bedroom door this morning. I found my neck craned to the left in its usual comfortable position.

    The smell of coffee brewing into my bedroom from downstairs makes me hungry as the Sunlight appears brighter over Mt. Hamilton, CA to the gray cloudy morning at 07:07AM. The air does not feel cold like yesterday and imagine today’s funeral service is not going to be rainy.

    Paw replaced Brat as a pallbearer and I heard Brat say a joyous elation at 07:11AM that he doesn’t have to attend today’s burial. I envy Brat because he seems to be able to avoid the many distractions in life, especially from relatives that enjoy parties.

    Brat has to oversee some contractors working at his new house, which seems too small for me but too large for my parents to imaging cleaning. The smell of new houses (and cars) make me feel proud to know that people are able to afford their luxury goods while still living as human beings on this precious planet.

    Paw insisted that we leave around 08:00PM so that we could be at the chapel at around 09:00AM. I felt that we could have left the house around08:30AM due to the traffic is in the opposite direction. I decided to travel slowly and on the slowest lane on the rightmost side to get there.

    We left the house at 08:05AM and traveled at 60 miles per hour northbound on Highway 880 towards our exit at Decoto Road. As usual I have my favorite entourage of ‘watchers’ leaving their parked positions from this stretch of highway. There were three vehicles in total that I noticed along the way.

    The first two vehicles stopped their emergency blinkers upon my intersecting their positions at 08:25AM. These were light colors in beige and grayish blue, I think. The beige colored sedan had two mini antennas sticking out from the back windows.

    The third vehicle was a tow truck with its broken vehicle in the back. This tow truck stopped its emergency blinkers around 08:30AM near the exit upon my intersecting this position. I flashed my brakes to show I cared too.

    We arrived at the funeral home and took pictures of cousins, the eight paternal siblings and other miscellaneous shots while waiting inside. I felt relaxed the whole time until traveling from 10:00AM to 11:30AM towards the church. We had both our emergency blinkers and head lights on.

    The police escorts were very skilled as they weaved back and forth through the procession and while they stopped traffic at each intersection. I think those police did their jobs well in directing traffic. The scary part was coming back from the mass on southbound Highway 880 because we were too close to each other.

    The burial was quick as the coffin was lowered into the ground. I was one of remaining person to throw red roses into the plot because there were people crowding around that tossed their hopes into that hole in the ground. The ground will do a nice job of biodegrading the reproductive organs of these flowering plants.

    While waiting mindlessly under the heat of the sun, I enjoyed standing under my wide umbrella with wooden handles and a colorful stain glassed design of the Sistine Chapel. Our umbrella was by far the prettiest among the rest.

    I took pictures of the fluffy, white clouds and sylphs overhead as well as small purple flowers in the cement container of a large obelisk shaped structure, which had a small pyramid top. There were Masonic symbols elsewhere on the property.

    My Succor Punch from Quebec, Canada was buzzing away in my deep, over the shoulder leather black bag. My decision to bring this crystal healing device along is to help clean our environment. This cleansing did work today because a nasty monster had gagged on her spit (or post nasal drips) the whole time we were at the chapel this morning.

    She continued to cough throughout the mass this afternoon. Her waving me away won’t suffice under these circumstances. I forced her and her family to shake my hands in peace at mass. I had expected more from someone who failed to show face during the growing years in the past.

    Malditas, according to old Filipino sayings, are mean and manipulative. This particular maldita did not show proper respect to my parents and me, especially when leaving the restaurant this afternoon. I waved and smiled goodbye to her and her monstrous, six foot daughter but neither acknowledged my friendly gesture.

    Burials should symbolize the passing away of mean spirited people and the leaving behind ill feelings towards one another. Unfortunately, some remain alive to show their hideous monstrosity by not being nice. People should try proving to themselves with whatever means possible (like orgonite for example) to reveal those people who do not behave.

    Today, I am certain that being buried is almost comparable to those people who are not fully awake and continue to sleep on their beds without opening their eyes to the true nature of bad people, who need to be cleansed towards the better good and cleared from the environment for nicer folks.

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    Friday April 21, 2006 – 07:15am (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060416-Happy Easter

    I greet Happy Easter to everyone. The whole morning has been raining and I surmise that team orgonite has contributed to the radical moisture that my Bay Area has received recently.

    I do believe that we will not have the drought, which reminds me of saving water by not flushing the toilet frequently or watering the plants in our backyard with gray water, for example.

    The day was simple and I arose from bed at 06:15AM after Paw knocked on my bedroom door and greeted us kids Happy Easter. I took deeps breathes and felt like I had a good night’s sleep. I dragged myself out of bed and couldn’t decide what to wear and found my brown colored, high neck vest in the closet.

    We attended this morning’s Easter Sunday mass at 07:00AM and arrived around 06:50AM. This mass had people filling up the pews because some people were already standing along walls of the side aisles in side the church. We had decided last night to attend this very first mass of the day to avoid the crowd later on and the children that would be in tow.

    I later drove my bio-units to a burger place but had decided to go eat breakfast at a nicer restaurant instead. The rain was pouring when we got out of the car to the restaurant (and to the mass earlier). We had only one black ‘Tote’ umbrella that automatically pops open and extends with the push of the button.

    We were escorted by a very young lad named ‘Paul,’ who was cute. And later ‘David’ served us nicely with his cute smile. I liked him as we all joked about adopting him since we will now have two empty bedrooms upstairs. I helped my bio-units order their meals and didn’t realize most establishments do not serve soup, which I wanted as a light breakfast.

    So Maw and I shared a plate since both of us have reduced appetites recently. I think we are getting older basically. We were served two extra hot chocolates for Paw and Brat and two extra cups of regular coffee for Maw and me. Maw and I tipped ‘David’ well and he smiled with his comment that we were easy customers.

    I like to think that we could make each others’ lives easier with a simple gesture of kindness and understanding. For example, we patrons of eating establishments need to know how to order from the menu and state the items clearly and somewhat loudly. Some waiters cannot hear well and the background noise for me would be distracting.

    This makes the waiter less stressed out and the patrons happy. Patrons who are fussy are not nice. I do not like patrons who make a big deal for poor service. Perhaps the waiters are not happy and should consider their treatment from customers in the past.

    So we had eaten breakfast and discussed affairs with ‘Brat’ being frustrated but joyous at the move to his new home this week. We then went home and I proceeded to edit ALL my Yahoo! 360 blog entries with the spell checker. I found many errors this morning until 01:30PM this afternoon.

    I slept until 05:00PM and felt quite refreshed after being so tired of editing my blogs. I am a less irritating person after having my nice afternoon nap which makes me clear headed and happier.

    I heard the slamming of the garage door which signaled that Paw is about to put on his shoes. He would sit on the second step of the stairways and take his usual time at a slow pace to accomplish this small task.

    I panicked thinking that the taxes were due by midnight tonight. Paw came upstairs again and said that it’s not due until tomorrow. I didn’t want to attend the 06:00PM ‘Prayer for the Dead’ of the relative but decided that I had better show face to a bunch of people who will become fertilizer for the future as well.

    I drove my bio-units at 80 miles per hour on Northbound 880 towards San Leandro, CA and managed to parallel park nicely right in front of her house. I am proud of this little effort and skills that do not always occur since our area is not crowded and have better parking lots.

    We waited another thirty minutes or so in Filipinos time before we actually started to pray. Filipinos have a tendency to delay the timing almost from one to two hour for private gatherings and especially when leaving where we could talk some more before stepping out the door to go home.

    I was not at all surprised that my first cousins from hospital two days ago did not attend. ‘Gignat’, who is the tallest first cousin at over 6 feet, was the only other cousin that attended tonight’s prayer. I wondered why ‘Gignat’, my uncle ‘Macaroni’, called us last night to inform us of this gathering. His wife, ‘Glogre’, seemed behaved tonight and did not roll her eyeballs at me twice in two separate parties from the past, which I will never forget.

    I liked the small chapel built as an extension leading from the original backyard. We prayed and sang in here. Only five of the closest friends attended this prayer. I thought there would be more people attending since the couple used to throw lots of parties. I suppose that there are separate prayers for their friends later on.

    My bio-units and I participated in saying the ‘Divine Mercy’ which is a good sign since we are the oldest bio-units on Paws side to remain intact for three decades. This prayer is repeated five times based on the ten beads of the rosary. This is another form of mantra that allows me to relax by the way.

    The prayer is supposed to make the lost soul finds its way up into heaven. I don’t know where these people get this information but that is the belief system established and maybe modified by the Catholic’ Church. Traditionally, we are supposed to pray for forty (or ninety) days until the soul finds its way to an eternal home (or another incarnation for other belief systems).

    I ate my share of: mostly <em>pancit,</em> which is clear noodles with vegetables and/or meat and cooked by Maw without my help again, very sweet orange wedges, shrimp dipped in cocktail, cornbread made with Philly cheese and bottled water from home.

    Brat drove home and I had to take a nice shower to wash away dirt, grime and iniquities of breathing the stuffy air from that house. I proceeded to electronically file the taxes and paid for both Brat and me. I had to charge my credit card for the Federal forms and debit my checking account for the State forms. I am poorer as a result.

    I’ve ordered another Zapper with gold from Africa. I felt I needed a replacement because the pennies on the original Terminator from three years ago are wearing down. This still works and will use it to supplement my new order. I placed another order online for three general healing products. I’m trying to clean my innards and could use that nice parfait cream for my skin.

    I don’t mind this simple life as long as no one bothers me. My Easter day did not have the Easter eggs to hunt or color from the past or the screaming of children to shock my chakras in the future or the sunshine to go take pictures, which were purple flowers growing in the front of their house.

    Easter is supposed to be Christian celebration of the Resurrection of Christ with its pagan fertility symbols of rabbits, colored eggs and white lily flowers. The month of April is really the Blessed birthday instead of the pagan December or Winter solstice, which is the longest darkness of the year. Either way I greet Happy Birthday to You.

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  • 20060412-Red Bouquet

    The sleepiness of red wine is in my big brain.
    The alcohol does not stop my heart aches and joint pain.
    Somewhere beneath my baggy eyes there is a dream.
    My past memories are but a vast empty stream.

    Chocolate chip cookies helped to wash the nasty taste down.
    This is not close to painting of red around town.
    My response time is more unfocused and slower.
    This blog is difficult as my eyelids lower.

    Being drunk is not good and not a bit longer.
    My spirit is soaring and feeling much stronger.
    The wine in Styrofoam cup gave me this feeling.
    We bade farewell to ‘Crys’, while my head was reeling.

    This fine blog is a joke and a moral for all.
    The fun with others is during a party call.
    My empty stomach and hunger late in the day
    made me forget the effects of this red bouquet.

    Revised on 07-10-2006 at 09:33PM…

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  • 20060409-Hey Buck!

    My yawning echoes in my bedroom air.
    The sound hurts my ears and I didn’t care.
    At least my tonsils are not seen from afar.
    People with buckteeth make yawning bizarre.

    The big buckteeth could be seen on their faces.
    Their teeth could be modified with braces.
    Nothing is wrong with a big cheesy smile.
    Buckteeth have yet to come as en vogue style.

    This reminds me of someone’s disregard.
    He’d yawn rudely due to his past was scarred.
    His memory was of two mean and dark thugs.
    His head was affected but found my hugs.

    A mantis style was his Wu Shu calling.
    He could defend me in any brawling.

    Revised on 07-08-2006 06:55PM…

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  • 20060408-Happy Woman

    ‘Pete’ said I would be happy a long time.
    I said some things are not meant to be mine.
    I never heard such words that could be slime.
    These illusions take flight, which are sublime.

    These temporal things keep us locked here tight.
    Some have known truths and seen beyond the light.
    My inner guidance wonders why we fight.
    We may be one yet none could be right.

    We evolve beyond time and space in life.
    Some hold on to what is not there with strife
    like buying overseas products is rife.
    Some people struggle while under the knife.

    Happiness exists when there is justice for all.
    I’m happy when weekend warriors stand tall.

    Revised on 07-08-2006 04:02PM…

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