Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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  • Weekly Photo Challenge: Shadow

    Shadow
    Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt

    Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt

    I see your smile:
    Wide and full of teeth
    Blindingly bright
    Like the sunshine of
    Your soul.
    But that was long ago.

    What used to greet me
    Your soft velvety red carpet
    Became the red brick
    Underneath my feet —
    All dried and crack
    As your love for me.

    Your smile has now turned
    Dull and brittle
    As the beam in your eye.
    Your wooden teeth
    Pierces my heart
    As I cry out to you:

    “God! Why have you abandoned me?”

    —

    Author’s note: A variation to the weekly photo challenge: Writing poetry based on Matt’s photo.

    Reference: Weekly Photo Challenge: Shadow

  • 20110303-Daily Post

    During the winter times, there were lots of snow. Sometimes the front door wouldn’t open and someone from the outside would have to dig out the snow. During the summer times, there were lots of sunshine and children playing. Sometimes it rained, too.

    We used to grow up there when we were children. Now we live in the Bay Area where people are NOT very friendly or helpful. We have not gone back to visit. The end.
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    Topic #62: Describe the town where you grew up. Do you still live there? If not, do you ever visit?

  • 20110302-Daily Post

    The longest I’ve been without sleep was only a couple of hours. Beyond that, I’ve almost always napped to “catch up” on my missing sleeping hours. I’ve never worked long hours beyond the normal eight-hour shift per day and the longest was twelve hours one time. I don’t think I’ve ever missed sleep; otherwise, I’d be one irritated and unfocused individual who won’t get much done. The only times I would get up early has been to be the first in line for services. Other than that, I don’t get up early just to do something I enjoy. I prefer to follow the natural cycle of doing activities during the first break of dawn and winding down during the sunset
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    Topic #61: What’s the longest you’ve been without sleep? If your blog is about work, tell the story of an all-nighter you have pulled. If your blog is about an area of interest, tell a story of the last time you missed sleep, or got up extra early, do to something you enjoy.

  • 20110301-Daily Post

    At home, I cannot say “no” to Maw. If Maw isn’t happy, no one is happy. Just do as you’re told (for your own good) and everything will flow smoothly. That’s what I learned when the boy moved out.

    Before that and while growing up, neither the boy nor I was being cooperative and nothing got done. The parental units did the best they could by example as teachers by not complaining.

    But now that everyone is getting old, there is no reason to refuse being available for each other in times of need — to drop everything and pick-up later on. There is no need to resist and be a rebel against those whose love and support have always been in the background.

    At work, it’s the same principal: Learn to cooperate to get things done. People at work could be treated like family. One cannot say “no” to the boss. But if there is something that doesn’t make sense or something is wrong, then out of fairness that needs to be addressed.

    Only the stupid FOREIGNERS with thick accents raise their voices at the dummies in order to cover their asses and to keep their jobs while blaming the process on new and stupid workers (temporary or full-time). These types don’t know respect of culture. While working, we are working as Americans!

    At play, everyone has to follow the rules. Without rules, there is chaos and the barbarians (or outlaws) will just ruin the fun for all. One cannot say “no” to rules or else get kicked out of the team.
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    Topic #60: What can’t you say no to? What things are impossible for you to turn down, at work, at home, at play?

  • 20110228-Daily Post

    My blog has not evolved much. Most of my blog content is still controversial, unfounded and down right ornery! But after going through my “Comments” of some registered WordPress.com memeber; after “Subscribing to Blog;” and after reading some of their posts, I’ve come to realize that content is more important than “proper spelling and grammar”.

    I try to avoid posting images for the sake of those whose computers and internet connections are slow. Although I see that photos do support the blog entries, there are too many articles online and little time read each one. Therefore, I’ve learned to keep each post as short as possible, almost like using Twitter, which I’ve signed up but have not used yet.

    The only other improvements in blogging are subscribing to WordPress.com upgrades, such as CSS stylesheet, and registering a couple of domain names, one of which is set to private mode. Other than that, I love blogging while at work but hate working this “temp job from hell”. Bah!
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    So how has your blog evolved since you began the challenge? Have your posting strategies changed? What are you most proud of achieving thus far?

  • 20100228-Daily Post

    The words talent, skill and ability seem to mean the same to me. In my broadest understand of these words, talent means something that comes naturally as an inherited trait. Skill is an ability learned over the course of one’s life (or many reincarnated lives); while an ability may involve both talent and skill.

    My hidden talent is so hidden even I am not aware if I possess any hidden talent. Even I’m surprised to learn that I possess the patience around children. “You’re so patient.” said Ruchille to me long time ago. Considering how I have the enforcement traits of Filipinos from the Batangas province, I’m actually very tolerate of non-conformists and those whose emotions wreak havoc on law and order.

    If I could improve my hidden talent, I’d wish I had pursued the fine art of painting! That’s right! I could have made a fortune from my paintings by now and live off the fame of being happy with my career. For painters, detail is very important. And as creative artists, the view of the world can be quite colorful and full of texture with deeper interpretations by the viewers. Plus, the solitary and serene pace of painting indoors (or outdoors) afford time to reflect instead of living in a rushed and hectic lifestyle.

    The only other skill or ability I possess is playing the piano, which is now rusty. I’ve surprised some people but most are not impressed because I have not been practicing. But since I have decided not to play anymore, my fingers are now dedicated to blogging. That’s right! Today, I noticed one click on a link on my blog. The link will show my true name because it’s an affiliate site to a source for alternative health solutions. The “good folks” on that site happen to play another form of TPTB. They have a solid network too. I’ve referred to them as Group B in my previous blog entry.
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    Topic #59: What’s your hidden talent? What is the skill or ability you have people are always surprised to learn you posses? What hidden talent do you wish you had?

  • 20110227-Daily Post

    The smallest thing nearest to me is a PowerEx 8.4v 300mAh — HiMH Rechargeable Battery. It is Made in Taiwan. and is a Maha Energy Corp. product. The warning label reads as:

    DO NOT DISPOSE OF IN FIRE OR SHORT – MAY RESULT IN LEAK OR EXPLOSION. INSERT IN THE CORRECT POLARITY.

    The P/N: MH-84V300. The SIZE 6F22; E-BLOCK.

    I use it to power Steevo’s Desktop Succor, which has a purple wire wrapped six times around a three inch tall, phallically-shaped clear quartz crystal. It’s supposed to clear my environment of spooks. It’s so powerful that my head buzzed severely when the unit was initially placed on my desk located on the 12th floor tower in Santa Clara, CA over five years ago.

    The second to the next smallest thing would be my boogers. I’d pick my nose with my long pinky nails and dig around my sinuses for any dried up pieces of either bloody red or yellow goo and green puss. But that’s inside the Kleenex now after blowing my boogers out so hard. Don’t be grossed out because I’m not infected but congested with allergies.

    I could go further to say the smallest thing is a marble-sized energy ball inside my heart chakra. Around a Christmas evening over six years ago, it bounced from the ether in front of me, past my hard-cover “angel book” towards the left and downward into my chest but slightly to the right. To this day, I think it might have been a seed of some sort, like the Biblical reference of a mustard seed that grows into a tall, flowering weed.
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    Topic #57: What is the smallest thing near you? Write a paragraph about it. Bonus: Use your imagination – are elements the smallest thing? atoms? quarks? How do you feel about the fact we keep finding smaller and smaller things inside of things that are already quite small?

  • 20110226-Daily Post

    Being a shut-in and having limited mobility means there was really no “last time” that I did any random act of kindness. If the opportunities would present themselves, I would jump right in and assist the best way possible. As long as the long arm of the law doesn’t catch me by the collar, generosity is usually a given trait of most humans. For example, today Maw and I had cooked “arroz calldo”.

    Since there was more than enough to eat, we decided to call first to find out if the occupants of the house was available that morning. Later that mid-afternoon, we received a return call from “Minh”. Of course, I’m the driver of the elderly Maw, whose kind heart could not be stopped from sharing her salty tasting rice porridge.

    We rang the doorbell with a stick through the gates; heard the thumping noise of running footsteps and saw that “Minh” greeted us in her nice clothes for this evening’s mass. She had her nails done too as I saw through her nylon stockings. The old bag still looks like an orangutan with those wide upper lips.

    So yes. In this fine, yet simple example from a walk in life, one can proudly admit that kindness does come in all sorts — picking up the phone to call relatives and finding out how they are or if they are still alive (which Maw did), driving the elderly to different places at anytime during this fine weather of fluff, puffy clouds of white (which I did) and even cutting fresh green onions from our backyard for the girl to chop up at home (which Paw did).
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    Topic #57: What was the last time you did a random act of kindness? Bonus: If you’ve never done a random act of kindness, do you think you should? why or why not?

  • Weekly Photo Challenge: Abundance

    Abundance
    Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt

    Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt

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    Who are we to say:
    “This one is for sale.”

    Why not advertise the truth:
    “This was hand picked by us.”

    By the blood of your
    red-colored skin;
    By the sweat of your
    yellow-colored brows; and
    By the tears of your
    green-colored trousers;
    may you be blessed
    to know how we
    all got here together —
    in one big cornucopia
    basket of plenty.

    The product of
    your desires are
    all ripe and ready
    to eat until
    the next batch
    of migrant workers
    is needed
    to fill your
    grocery shelves,
    with TLC.

    Author’s note: My variation to the weekly challenge: Poetry of original photo.

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    Reference: Weekly Photo Challenge: Abundance

  • 20110225-Daily Post

    Must I answer the obvious question? Why? It’s blogging that keep me up at night? There is not a day or night that I do NOT blog. But if I don’t that’s wrong because like my daily doses of colored water (coffee, tea and such), I need my blog! That’s right! Had it not been for WordPress.com, all my juicy materials would have gone unread into my Book of Life (or Akashic Record). Therefore, there is nothing that would NOT help me forget to about blogging. Blogging is a personal dairy, my journal of almost everything of me.
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    Topic #56: What keeps you up at night? Bonus: What helps you forget about what keeps you up at night?

  • 20120224-Daily Post

    Wisdom by far is supposed to get better with age.

    I thought I would get wiser as I grew older. Instead I gained more knowledge and thought more power meant more edge in life and the freedom to do whatever I wanted and whenever I please. But that sense of freedom remained only in my mind. For example, “Coach John” is cute. He is smart; quite an extrovert and good with kids. I like knowing that as an available single bachelorette (whose fugly photos are best left to the CGI folks to create a more beautiful version of model-like beauty). While I am wise enough to know better than to corrupt the youngling with my “experience” as an older fart who’s loaded, not with constipation but with lots of dough, which is waiting in the oven to be cooked and such, his spirit to be a role model to his younger followers has much potential. It’s funny to say the least considering how us “Asians” could be mistaken as Mexicans by either namesake (like mine) or by visage (like his).

    Wine, too, is supposed to get better with age.

    I thought I would know how to take care of myself but that’s proving to be futile for lack of knowledge and thought of beautifications, both of hair, clothing and attitude, which reeks like last week’s ingestion of asparagus. Instead, I’m fermenting from eating the wrong types of food and lacking proper nutrition thereof; by sitting down the whole day AND night in front of the computer and getting fat in areas of the buttocks, thighs and tummy; and through thinking pessimistically most of the time about humanity’s progression back into the past as wild beasts; and behaving rather childish with nonconformist traits and other immature bevahiors, such as farting, burping and cutting my nails while at work. I am no better than wine, a person who gets drunk on passions of fleeting but trifle thoughts ranging from random events to other non-personal issues, which I take personally and rant on my weblog here.

    Both wisdom and wine, however, tend to age. Depending on the individiual, one can age either gracefully like a ballerina dancing effortless through the air or a swan swimming slowly through the water or awkwardly like a drunken puppet moving uncontrollably without thinkiing or a cataonic scarecrow standing silently without breathing. Nothing gets better with age. Age is decay. Decay leads to death. Death leads to nothingness. And that’s how I image age to be: nothingness, despite New Agers who spew nonsense about astral bodies existing in spiritual realms but short of pure consciousness. I don’t know who the living would care what the dying would know what’s life when death is age itself.

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    Topic #56: What gets better with age? Bonuses: 1) What is something you thought would get better with age, that didn’t? 2) What is something you thought wouldn’t get better with age, that did?

  • 20110223-Daily Post

    This morning Maw had exclaimed: “Oh! Look! My green onions are growing!”

    And indeed, I see the green shoots bending towards the sunlight from two of their brick-colored, circular-shaped containers outdoors in the backyard and underneath the open patio.

    “Paw! Please stop eating those onions! Your breath stinks.” I hollered as he sat down to put on his shoes at the base of the stairs. His breath has been stinking lately because of this aromatic greenery.

    I thought to myself and then outloud to Maw: “Hey! I want “arroz caldo” for tonight’s dinner! Maybe you can garnish the chicken porridge dish with your green onions.”

    Below is an image showing almost EXACTLY how Maw’s porridge would look like:

    Congee
    Filipino Arroz Caldo – Lugaw

    Lúgaw (alternately spelled “lugao” or “lugau”) is the Filipino name for congee. Otherwise similar to Cantonese-style congee, lúgaw is typically thicker, retaining the shape of the rice but with a similar texture.

    If I had to eat a particular Philippine Cuisine with anyone, it would be:

    One is arroz caldo which is a rice porridge cooked with chicken, ginger and sometimes saffron, garnished with spring onions (chives), toasted garlic, and coconut milk to make a type of gruel. Another variant is goto which is an arroz caldo made with ox tripe.

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    Topic #55: If you could have anything to eat right now, what would it be? Bonuses: 1) Assume price is no object. 2) If you could eat this food with anyone alive or who has ever lived, who would it be? 3) Find and share a photo of what you’d like to eat or the person from #2.