Tag: food

Today, the Feds cut the federal funds rate to 3.5 percent and the discount rate (or the bank interest rate charge by the Feds) to 4.0. To me this means businesses could borrow more at a cheaper rate even though they are up to their eyeballs in debt. It’s interesting that these cuts do nothing to help the poor rise above already hopeless state without better job opportunities or bank accounts to their names.

If the Feds really want to help the economy, they should cut the interest rates on predatory lending by capping the interest rates to no more than ten percent on any outstanding line of, say, credit cards. This could ensure that consumers are able to pay down their debt AND at the same time buy more useless, inanimate junk, err I meant, profitable commodities, like fat ass, junk food and expensive, dry clean only clothing.

The Feds could take the extra step and further cap the practice of predatory lending on poor, black folks (mostly) by the removal of all adjustable rates and the replacement with fixed rates on any outstanding mortgages. This could stimulate in the minds of high brow airheads to purchase over-priced cardboard boxes, err I meant, real property, such as time-shares, condos, single residents, etc.

Furthermore, with the falling prices in stocks, this should signal the investors to buy more securities. But unfortunately, the funds used to buy these stocks is nothing more than worthless chattel paper, on top of which is the dollar is rapidly declining in value against the Euro’s, for example.

I think it’s time for TPTB to give up their interest on always being on top of the backs and shoulders of hard working, poor American citizens, some of who are illegal by the way. This means that some government benefits of food stamps, health care and social security happen to find their way into the hands of those who have not lifted a finger while buying nice jewelries and fancy clothes to wear and courtesy from us TAXPAYERS.

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

This blog is based on ‘She-Devil’ — a 1989 film starring Meryl Streep (Mary Fisher) and Roseanne Barr (Ruth Barr), who makes a list to ruin the life of her husband, Bob (Ed Begley, Jr.). I’ll use the four items listing ‘Bob’s Assets’ and recreate my version as ‘Flynn’s Assets’ (courtesy of TPTB – my most hated, puss-filled nemesis, including the fibrous vegetables of yuchoy and onchoy).

1. House: Flynn doesn’t own a house. Owning a house in the Bay Area requires at least two incomes and since she doesn’t have a man in her life, qualifying for a mortgage (or a lifetime of this burden of debt) is unrealistic. It’s simply unaffordable! She, however, does live rent free and comfortably under the same roof with her parents.
2. Family: Flynn doesn’t have a family. She is over the hill and the chances of birthing a normal child of own put her and the child at high risk. Raising a family of her own takes patience and understanding – both qualities of which she has little tolerance. Her only family is the parental units. She lost her rebellious brother to those Chinese and her ungrateful relatives to self-centered ego.
3. Career: Flynn doesn’t work. Her only form of income is cash advances from credit cards that she uses to pay down her bills and mostly unpaid, revolving lines of credits (refer TPTB). Working means dealing with a bunch of other back stabbing rats, racing for the managerial positions. SOX will never leave and job security is never permanent.
4. Freedom: Flynn doesn’t have freedom. She is trapped at home with an outdated family and jobless. She is a virtual prisoner in front of the computer where the internet provides her only means of escape to the outside world full of lousy losers and sorry strangers. Her only friend is imaginary, who also taunts her for fulfilling the ‘Devil’s List’.

So you see folks, there is much sentiments left behind by my nemesis. The arrogance of those dark ones will continue to be on my most hated list, Axis of Egos, no matter how they come off as nice saviors. They will continue to do whatever they want, whenever they please and at the expense of us less informed and mostly ignorant persons, who don’t really care about others but themselves first and foremost.

Although I came from a middle class, I live practically among those lowest rung of the ladder. I have no health insurance (costing almost $500.00 per month for the better ones) and no job (paying almost $2,000.00 per month). I literally have to make be conscious of my every moves to sure I don’t encounter any weird accidents, be treated at the hospital or worse become disabled.

I have nothing to my name except the 1998 Ford Mustang. Everything else belongs to my parental units. I also have but my own mind and heart. My survival really depends on the support of those who love and care for me — and those are the people the TPTB really owe. It’s all about ‘them’ (not me) and how they would handle unfinished business to help those unrepresented Americans.

But in retrospect, I do have other blessings – no stress, no responsibilities, no worries, no concerns or headaches that other folks consider as living the life they always dreamed of — which is being above the rest or, rather, on the topmost dung heap pile of eternal and unpaid debt. I see that each person is truly happy and perfectly placed for whatever reasons by, you guessed correctly, TPTB.

The devil is meant to truly test our limits and how straight and narrow we all ‘keep the faith’ – the path to ‘God’. No matter what happens, I am observing y’all and expect progress and some improvement. On recent news dated January 18, 2008, I see the ‘white devil’ called ‘Bush’, who has backed a $145 billion ‘temporary economic package’.

To me, this small gesture in the form of a tax rebate handout worth around $800.00 is not only taxable for the year of 2008 but seems to be for good luck or to make amends and appease the angry spirits (like me) — just like the Chinese tradition of giving us sweets (like chocolate) or circular objects (like oranges). Only money (in this current world) talks louder, not outdated superstitions.

If you find yourself on the devil’s list, there is no escape. And no amount FREE money (from the government or other sources) is going to make ‘economic’ conditions improve for those who have nowhere else to turn. I guess the only way to be removed from the devil’s list to let go of those four items and move on to better things in life. This means stop buying expesive, high-brow junk – excess food, clothing and immaterial accessories! Good luck to all, though.

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

Today, my bio-units and I went to morning mass, home to change clothes, the post office to drop-off one piece of mail, McDonald’s for breakfast, and walked around the Great Mall in Milpitas, CA. After the first circuit walk of the place, Paw and I encountered the slower Maw whom we found talking to “Minh” and her husband, Ben, after the second run.

This Filipino couple had discussed their situation about their ungrateful son and how he married a pregnant woman (from another man) against their wishes. To his bio-units’ regret of not being there to protect the boy prior to this marriage from hell, they not only paid for the couple’s wedding but had the sentiment of cutting him off completely.

These types of encounters (as I’ve previously mentioned in my blog) are meant to provide us a path to make decisions, for example, on the fate of Brat. After buying chicken chow mien from Jade Restaurant and more food from Valerio Bakery, we ate lunch at Rose Restaurant and ordered three lunch specials at $5.75 per individual plate. Our mission was to give the boy an ultimatum to his affair with Twit.

And after chewing the rest of our lunch and with my cellphone on hand, Paw called and instructed the boy to come for dinner tonight as this was a very important discussion. We waited until around 05:00PM, when Brat had arrived. He claimed he had an important project at work and must return by 06:00PM.

Besides greeting the boy with ‘I Love You’, I sarcastically replied, ‘Yeah, right’ in regards to this ‘urgent project’ of his. He got mad as usual because I sensed this as another lie to escape the truth of why he was summoned to eat dinner with us. My plan of ‘love’ is to tell him more hurtful truth: I personally won’t accept her into the bio-units, period.

Good thing I rehearsed my scenarios with Paw earlier while frying the left over steamed rice from last night to mix in with today’s left over fried rice from lunch. I knew what to expect of the boy upon his arrival based from our conversations in the past. And knowing how limited the ability of my Paw to express himself clearly in English, my coaching did wonders for him.

I told Paw to properly ask Brat how he was, wait for an answer and then ask how his relationship with Twit – to which the boy answered, ‘Ok’. I heard Paw tell the boy, ‘I don’t think so’. And the discussion ensued with Paw slowly but surely supporting his argument why Twit is VERY disrespectful to our Filipino culture and more importantly to us as future in-laws.

The truth, based on today’s encounter in the mall as with other horror stories from other elders with similar problems, is that the Chinese folks stick to their OWN KINDS. And out of their tradition totally ignore us OUTSIDERS, by the way. We simply didn’t understand why we were ignored by the ungrateful Twit when we visited Kim at the maternity ward. We know now.

The rebellious boy continued to defend that girl and the fact that if anything should happen to him, he will ‘loose’ whatever ‘gift’ I had suggested Paw put as down payment for the house, if the boy is not legally and financially prepared. He insists that he will marry her despite the OBVIOUS sentiments of bio-units, relatives, friends, us and PERFECT STRANGERS, seriously! The signs are all around — thank you!

As a sad result, Paw had given him an ultimatum that if he decides to marry her, Brat is on his own. The boy got mad, slammed the utensils (lightly) upon the plate, got up from his chair rather hastily and showed himself out the door with some remarks of love and thanks for our discussion at around 05:35PM, which was too early since he is only five minutes away from his work.

We talked a little more about processing other stuff later on with this new arrangement, cleaned up the place, did the dishes and decided to find out if his car was parked at the work place. So both Maw and I left around 06:08PM and sadly, not surprisingly, did not locate his vehicle. We knew he had lied the moment he arrived from dinner. I guess our spider senses do work, after all.

Maw cried on our way to where he worked after I reported having a second rare migraine headache, which I believed was sustained from tonight’s conversation at dinner. Maw cried about how she felt sorry for herself and not having anyone support her during our growing years. I think she worried about my health and not being able to take stress in the form of heated debates like tonight.

We arrived home, danced to burn off our meal and relaxed the whole night – showering, watching television, eating ramen and keeping to ourselves mostly. I tried to busy myself with the repair of my broken magnetic bracelet and broken jade necklace but can’t help but think about how each generation will continue to do whatever they want – leave the old behind. Well for some outmoded followers of TRADITIONS, that won’t work. Y’all know this for a fact, eh?

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My folks and I are back from the doctor’s offices. The whole day has been nothing but dark blue to dark purple clouds, which appear to look like whales. The air is cold but not freezing like days ago. We could tell from the frozen roof of the houses if the day is indeed freezing.

So yesterday as well as today has been lots of leg work of going back and forth between doctor’s offices. First we went ‘Maw’s endocrinologist for a refill for one of her prescription, in and out of the car she went to get the doctor to fill in the number of refills which he had forgotten. This specialist is going to retire in seven years and has to be reminded of details that ‘Maw’ would catch on his behalf.

Next was going to ‘Paw’s primary care physician to get a 90-day prescription refill, only to learn of the sudden departure to a hospitalist. We had left the paper work with ‘Theresa’ and didn’t use both our heads that the doctor is no longer privately practicing. So we told ‘Maw’ who was waiting in the car and then we proceeded back to ‘Maw’s doctor to verify if this new doctor is good.

‘Maw’ claimed to have prayed for spiritual guidance and in the lobby were two people talking about this new physician that would be taking over the care of both my parents. One was an older white man with the whitest beard sitting down on the bench and to his right was the thinnest Asian sales person for drugs. ‘Maw’ stared at the man and they conversed with positive input about this doctor.

So we went inside the first doctor’s office and waiting for him to come out while another older white lady was waiting for her prescription. ‘Carolyn’ was the receptionist and ‘Maw’ kept talking to her about the transition between the old to new doctors. The white doctor came out and gave us another doctor of Asian descent as an alternative referral to the default. (This one is married to a Chinese and he too doesn’t attend his in-laws function due to not fitting in and not understanding their languages).

Anyway, we parked at the new doctors office and I had to call to find out where they were located, which was the first building, thank goodness. So we unloaded ourselves and made out way to the main receptionist desk and I didn’t like the fat on to my right hand side. She directed us to the right side where the new physician was located and asked the receptionist if we could quickly and personally meet the new primary care physician.

Well prior to sitting ourselves at the waiting room, I noticed this tall guy near the receptionist area. He was obviously tall and handsome — yummy. But we got to know him behind closed door a few minutes later. I knew he would take care of my parents. His English is very good for one thing and that made communication much easier compared to the previous doctor.

He was well dressed in this crispy white dress shirt and has this light brown hair that made me think his is mixed although his last name sounds South Asian at first. We learned worked at this office for ten years, lived in America for twenty-five years and originated from Iran. All I know is that he is good looking and I didn’t notice a ring on his finger. (Yeah, I like to fantasize about gorgeous guys like him. But more likely they are married, as usual. And this has been my darn luck for this lifetime).

Anyway the introduction went well and we went back to fill out the release of records with ‘Theresa’ and that took about another ten minutes. We were hoping to hand deliver both my parents’ medical records prior to visiting the new doctor (which on Thursday at 11:15AM) and expected a phone call from her this morning. But we found out that the records were already in the new (cute) doctor’s office.

I waited until 11:45AM in the waiting room while my folks were being seen by their new doctor; read some magazines on foodstuff, which looked edible from off the pages; joked with some white old timers about the dustiness of the faked tall plants, which was behind my chair of the corner and pretty much continued my mental babble of nothing but the cold weather by looking outdoors through the window.

‘Maw’ is thankful for this blessing in disguise of being able to transition over nicely with the last minute change of primary care physician. Some activities have mysterious purposes as is mine, which is to be the chauffer of my folks during my unemployed status for over seven months.

I am hoping that my other personal conditions improve soon (courtesy of and by TPTB). But those events have been something I’ve been hinting all along in my previous blogs for those who have been reading up to this point.

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

Damn you people are as dead a pickle jar…