Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: culture

  • Tri-racial words…

    This morning “El Rushbeau” used the following words: Black Caucasian. Now I got the image of a person with ancestry that is bi-racial or more, meaning black, Cauc (which sounds like “cock” or opposite to “hen”) for “white” and Asian.

    I was thinking about Asians looking like “Caucs” with light hair, eyes and skin colors/tones. I was also thinking about America and Americans who are of different race, color, creed, etc. I think words sufficient describe the humans, some of whom look like monkeys — chimps, Reese or even gorilla.

  • Father’s love…

    As per my “Memo” note on 7:58am, Paw shared his story en route to this morning’s mass.

    A son called his father long distance and broke the news. After many years of serving the military, the son asked: “Dad, I’m gay. Do you still love me?”

    The father replied: “I love you, son.”

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    With the recent repeal of the “don’t ask, don’t tell” law on September 20, the gays can now serve openly and proudly in the military without question (as to sexual orientation/preferences).

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    Compared to this story, the UNGRATEFUL boy continues to hide from his OLD family by refusing further communication. It is up to the boy to forgive his elderly father and to stop holding a grudge against this old man who didn’t have guidance on how to raise a family when he had a difficult childhood without his mother and father.

    I know we kids (as inherited from our paternal blood-line) don’t like to be wrong. But we are wrong to DISCOUNT our own family and relatives. I hold that Chinese, Lindsey, especially accountable and responsible for further destroying the relationship between the boy and his OLD, Filipino culture.

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  • Word association humors…

    After eating breakfast on Friday morning, I made a notation in my “Memo” app at 9:39am about the Filipino word for bowl: “soo-leh-yow”. Now the Filipino word for an iron pan/skillet is “koo-wah-leh”.

    If I ever get a chance to record an audio, it would have sounded like someone crying out to a beloved in a romantic film/movie/show, namely Korean, if you will. It so happens “Koo Wah Lee” is a black man who fell in love with his Asian bride during a raid on her hometown.

    “Soo Lee Yow! Soo Lee Yow! Please don’t leave me! I love you! Soo Lee Yow! Come back to me!”~Cried “Koo Wah Lee” on the death bed of his beloved wife, exactly one year of his wedding anniversary.

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    After eating dinner on Thursday night, we three were cleaning up. I rushed up to the sink and started to wash the dishes, not that I’m trying to prove my worth or hogging the chores, but that’s just automatic for me. Then Maw came up from behind me and said the Filipino word for strength: “see-pagh.” Of course, I was playing “hard of hearing” and my mind created words, such as “sea-fag” or even “sea-hag.” As expected, the elderly couple doesn’t laugh but perhaps crack a smile.

  • Feed the living…

    The reason why “hungry ghosts” exist is because people continue to offer food and drink to the deceased! These disembodied spirits are NOT stupid. They show themselves to certain people and bother the living because the conditions and situations that affected these ghosts are ever present and unresolved by the same people who won’t face their fears and continue their in superstitious beliefs – all because of outmoded tradition.

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  • 20110816-More Spooks

    So an Asian is standing on MY corner. He is wearing a dragon tattoo on the left shoulder, , dark sunglasses, a black tank top, khaki pants with pockets and white sneakers. We was fumbling with his cellphone, putting into his left pocket and taking it out. He did stretches with both are at shoulder level and by swiveling left and right.

    At 13:50pm, he walks away eastbound on the sidewalk of MY long stretch. I figured it he is planted to protect, that’s fine by me. After all, if America goes down into martial law, we need thugs who are fearless of pain and death.

    The reason why I can cap on Asians, even though I am suppose to be Filipino, is because I LOOK Asian! And part of the reason for hating tradition coming into America is because I am those younger generation who believe change is good and my accent sounds Caucasian enough to get into your faces.

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  • 20110816-More Spooks

    During this morning’s mass, we decided to sit on the seventh pew. We are being crowded out by psychos and we are trying to avoid people belonging to the “Couples for Christ” “prayer” group. They recently have been sitting on the third pew. And usually the two guys would sit towards the center aisle with the wife of one guy sitting to his left. The wife of the other guy hardly attends morning mass. We found out this is not their local parish.

    We noticed how they kept looking over their shoulders to see who was sitting behind them. The guy nearest the center aisle would turn his head almost completely around to see if we were present. The woman does the same.

    We sat on the seventh pew, thinking that an elderly Viet/nese couple would sit there. But because these insane people stick to their tradition, they sat behind us – the younger generation.

    I am sick of these Chinese and Vietnamese and their stupid traditions. We are Filipinos, dammit! We don’t like your soft tyranny of imposing your damn culture on us Americans. Get away from us and stop smiling and breathing at us with you rotten teeth and smelly breath as if we are okay with you! Freaks!

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  • Hiding again…

    Yesterday, the boy used us to hide from his Chinese in-laws and the girl. He called and asked Paw to pick him up at his home because giys car was loaded with gear for tomorrow. He wanted me to help him with giys junk sheng he has his wife to manipulate.

    Maw asked him where is the girl. He replied that she wasn’t at home and then that she was at home hosting another party. Of course he wasn’t pleased about the girl using his house to entertain her family only, like the last time she did without inviting us.

    We suspect that she is feeding him something to turn his heart away from his OLD family and turn him into a hen-peck husband who has nowhere to turn but to believe in her superstitious tradition, a form of brainwashing and fear mongering.

    But because he failed to listen his family, he was so desperate to marry someone who disregarded his OLD family. He was reminded how selfish he and the girl have treated his OLD family before, during and after Bill’s funeral and luncheon Friday.

    The people during the funeral noticed how these two mistreated us and it is no surprise how word has gotten around among family and friends. I wonder if his Facebook friends know the truth and the charade these two are playing with each other and unwitting suckers.

    The boy was just annoying on Saturday evening as he was during lunch on Thursday, July 22 when he stormed out of the house, just like Uncle Dead in an emotional fit of having hurt feelings for bring up the imagined weight loss of the girl over over days since Bill’s death.

    He is doomed to live with that failure in life until he is honest with himself that he married the wrong woman and until he tells her the truth about how disrespectful she has been toward us and our Filipino tradition, including being childless.

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  • Two health remedies…

    During lunch at 14:14pm, Paw told how doctors in the Philippines would diagnose a patient as having “bangot-got”, which is a generic term used to describe any number of possible causes of death, such as heart attack, diabetes, stroke, etc. while sleeping.

    Also, those anemics are fed the leaves of sweet potato. After all, dark green, leafy vegetables are high in iron. I was snickering to myself that anemia is a genetic trait of vampires, who need blood to survive. It so happens that another Filipino health remedy for anemia is to feed pig liver to the patient.

    Back in those day and currently, people in the Philippines die naturally without seeking medical treatment, which is expensive for most Filipinos who are impoverished due to lack of jobs – a trend which can and is happening in America.

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  • Hard lesson by hard teacher…

    Samoan Shame – WARNING: CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE by mikeiafeta

    “take them back to their roots and make them understand who they are…”

    “Do you think we let you keep on stealing other people’s stuff? Eh?”

    “Who da hell do you think you are? Huh?”

    I love “Joanna”! “Peter” deserved to be disciplined. I’m sure TPTB and pals will learn about “SHAME“. For example, Obama’s actions brought shame upon his people.

  • Now or later…

    “You can cry all you want and bang your head on the wall. But when I am dead, I wouldn’t know if you are grieving. While I am alive, you should enjoy every moment with me and be there for me when you are needed.” ~My late maternal grandmother to Maw long ago.

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    Don’t expect recognition and praise or blame others for your hurt feelings. For example, Uncle Ver expected a warm welcome from Minerva, who totally ignored him. Instead of thanking her for taking care of his late Uncle Julian with her own money, he verbally attacked her. He wanted people from a poor island nation to come up to him and shower him with undeserving platitude as if he is wealthy.

    Even Malouse participated in a loud conversation during my paternal grandmother’s one year anniversary prayer of death. She and her siblings didn’t financially support Minerva while the old man was alive. Instead they were hoping to sell the house in the Philippines and then repay her with the profit. Minerva didn’t want their ill-gotten money. They got mad at her refusal, too.

    Maw said that those who cry a lot when someone passes on is the most guilty. Once the deceased has passed on there is no way to apologize for mistakes for not doing all the good things for the person or saying all the right things to make the person feel alive. If only the siblings of the girl, in another example, would have taken the time to conversed with their deceased brother while still alive, that would have counted more than mourning his ghost.

  • 20110721-More Spooks

    After morning mass, we tried to buy chayote squash unsuccessfully from Safeway, which was selling the veggie at $1.99 each! We went home “disgusted” and Maw was able to make lunch: a “tinola” dish soup of chicken and fresh-cut chayote vines from yesterday and yellow banana squash from our back yard.

    Paw and I did the yard work for Friday morning’s pickup of garbage, recycling and yard trimmings. I helped prepare the table, changed into my garden clothes (which was whatever I had in the closet and drawer), donned my blue dust mask and went into the backyard to use the electric blower.

    From around 9:00am to 10:15, I’ve completed hauling eucalyptus debris from the backyard and dumping those into MY side street. With the electric blower, I cleaned up underneath the fence, the sidewalk and street, too. How is that for community service and for free, eh?

    Paw otherwise took two hours until noon-time just for his procedure of setting up his lawn mower, mowing both lawns out front and back, sweeping the loose grass on the cement and cleaning up his equipment.

    What I noticed was the city’s utitlity truck of white at around 11:00pm. It made a U-turn on MY long stretch of road. It didn’t have a chance to waste my taxpayer’s money by sitting idly by across from us.

    From now on, I plan on doing early morning yard work. The father of Leoni (a former co-worker of mine) told his family not to work under the heat of the sun between the hours of ten in the morning through two in the afternoon. It’s not good for the head.

    And thank goodness, the yard work was done because the air was already hot by the time I was finished with my supporting activity as gardener.

  • Old ways… go away…

    “Why do you do that?” ~the Americanized boy to his in-laws.

    “We were told that’s how it’s done. It’s tradition.” ~the superstitous in-laws.

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    Long ago before the boy married the girl anyway, they bought a house together. When we visited that house, the girl was slamming the drawers and cabinets. She had to be told to sit down and converse with us.

    During the family photo-op of their wedding, no one smiled except the four of us, including the boy. Smiling during photographs is not traditional.

    In another situation, I was playing the piano. The girl then tuned her back to the performer, opened a piece of paper and showed the boy. She was talking throughout one song.

    Several times, the girl awaited patiently for the elders to sit down and take the first bite. In our tradition, the children we given more food first, not the elders.

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    In America, it is all about change. Those who cannot adapt to change in America should go back to their homelands and practice their outmoded traditions and superstitious beliefs and continue their miserable lives in oppressive and tyrannical societies.

    Don’t expect other cultures to get along everything, except through ideas, food, drinks, clothing, art and music. Everything else can be historical, like Judaism.

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