Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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  • 20071230-New PM?

    Benazir Bhutto’s 19-year old son, Bilawal Bhutto, succeeds as chairman for her opposition party. Her boy is not only cute with those thick eyebrows, speaks pretty good English but perhaps he should be the new PM for Pakistan. Pakistan really needs to go to a more democratic society and realize that Islamic women are not to be treated like animals.

    I honestly think that the military might and ruling party of the current President Pervez Musharraf is over. The people of Pakistan should remember how other peacemakers have given up their lives to ensure freedom for their people. Their history books may include the youngest PM yet. This to me represents a fresh start with a fresh face of younger generations and its ideal for a country of old.

    Yeah, so if y’all read my previous blogs, I’ve felt connected to someone of Muslim faith and he originated from Pakistan. In another blog, I remember a symbol seeing a symbol in the night sky of a star cradled within a crescent moon, just like the Pakistani flag. Both were dates of mine. And I’ve loved them both.

    Author’s note: So this blog is cut short due to my parental units are hollering from downstairs. We have to go shopping at the Commissary store in Moffett Field, CA to replenish our foodstuff, AGAIN! Bye for now.

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

  • 322918-Christmas Cheers

    I personally wish to ‘break tradition’ and avoid celebrating Christmas altogether!

    But I belong to a family where attending midnight mass, cooking and baking foodstuff, buying over-priced and over-commercialized of mostly imported goods, gifting friends and strangers alike, and visiting certain ungrateful relatives who ‘play plastic’ can be loads of ‘white knuckling’ fun.

    As for putting up indoor and especially my favorite activity of outdoor lightings, ours happens to be the brightest bling for one-quarter mile on this strip of road in my neighborhood.

    Besides the high cost of living, my area is mostly non-Christian so this may be another reason as to the apparent dead appearance of Christmas.

    As for chem-, err, I meant con-trails, those will continue to make our Christmas as white washed as our skies above. But this is another topic to discuss elsewhere, eh?

  • 316414-Evil Money

    Money is not evil when in the ‘right’ hands. There is nothing wrong with the abundance of wealth either. There are selfless people who have the means to give up the motivation of greediness and thereby help those persons in the most need from failure or difficulties.

    Since going back to the gold standard or barter system does not seem feasible, the current monetary mechanism has been installed by which to allow the profit seeking businesses to hold the government at their every whim and thereby pass the buck on us hard working folks through taxation and long hours with less pay, for examples.

    With or without money, happiness has been elusive for me knowing there are those who would continue to create distinction between the rich and poor classes. As a result, the planet and its resources have been compromised to keep the flow of raw materials into the labor forces that allows workers to earn some money in order to buy commodities for basic living: food, clothing and shelter.

  • 320988-Chicken Licking

    That picture would have looked more appetizing on a very empty stomach and had I not eaten dinner already.

    BUT, anything that looks that good to eat is worthy of consumption even though the chickens have been through much ‘processing’ prior to ending up as our foodstuff.

  • 20071207-My Existence

    The below excerpt was taken from DB’s blogsite entry via [http://uwantsun.myblogsite.com/entry46.html].

    ‘Our existence here is one of learning, giving, knowing, and being. What have you learned? What have you given? What do you really know?’

    I have quickly read this article and his writing, once again, is as simple as straightforward as possible and hopefully this would encourage people reading his entry to THINK for once and how our actions, words and deeds affect others daily. Also, please try not to take his words out of context either. THINK people!

    This is the type of no nonsense data I’d like to observe from people around me and the news media on televised programming worldwide. There is nothing sensational about the article but this seem to offer more practical, useful and down to earth for those persons in the most need of brain food.

    Below is a quick summary in response to his questions. This is my personal exercise on defining my existence. I hope to finish this blog of mine quickly before being late for this morning’s BORING temporary job!

    1. What have I learned? I have learned that people get hurt easily and each person has a choice to play the role of good ‘Samaritan’ when someone is in need of help. I learned that in order to help others, each person must learn to take care of him/her/itself. This means understanding one’s limits and when to stop the cycle of pain or destruction of one’s reality.

    2. What have I given? I have given lots by my hard working hand and freely without anything in return. I learned that letting go of something or someone hurts and hoping and praying for the return is not often immediate or apparent. I know this because I’ve been WAITING for over seven years for NOTHING!

    3. What do I really know? I know nothing. I am not psychic. I have to learn each event the hard way by personal experiences or by reading articles online articles where real people are not available to tell me their stories. I do not know if I take the right path or not until someone loving and kind enough directs or guides me.

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

  • 20071128-Job Sucks

    I say, ‘Yuck!’ to temporary jobs. The place reeks of old-timers and moo-cows. I was in the basement (or dungeon) for two hours (12:30PM to 02:30PM ) before the moo-cow of a supervisor said I could stop after complaining to her about almost passing out from lack of proper ventilation by the stale, musky smell of dusty papers dating back since the 1920’s.

    It’s a good thing that I brought ‘Kali-Maw’s make-shift dust mask (made for ‘Shiva-Paw’s gardening outdoors) and had that over my nose and mouth the whole time. I’m sure moo-cow saw me when she inquired as to how I was doing. Idiots should have known. No wonder those stacks of paper was not filed by another old-timer. They know noone could breathe in those fumes!

    Her fat cr*p of a reason was that those are retention record. I say bull-cr*p! What if I were mugged or haunted all alone down there in that horrible place? If I were the health and safety officer for this state of ‘The Terminator’, I’d can the place fast. There is no reason to file all these papers for auditing trails. This place should scan those documents instead.

    When I returned to the main building where the accounting department is located, I couldn’t breathe. Is this place so cheap that they’d cut down on the ventilation here, too? It smells like stale food and sometimes burnt popcorn from the lunchroom area, which is used for the ping-pong table and for conferencing because there is no other room. It gets loud here sometimes.

    I know you ‘watchers’ are reading my blogs. I hate George and that temporary agency. I wonder why he was being too fast in describing what the heck I signed up for — which is more work for less pay, of course. I didn’t care knowing that I needed money right away and that I would get the heck out after six months anyway. I don’t want to work there full-time!

    The cross-training in that area is way over my head. I still don’t have my picture I.D. but my computer network I.D. works, except the email program. This level of government is typically slow. I could die here. It’s only good for those ready to retire. The faces of these people look old, too, from working as long as ten (10) years here! Some are nice but they are only there for one main reason — money. Die, losers! Yuck!

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

  • 20071101-Dog House

    ep: After swearing in my previous blog not to set foot in a house where ‘Shoes Off’ was required up in San Ramon, CA, I drove the three of us in the dog house. And I thought I was the only one complaining – the future in-laws of Chilled seemed to take the hint that their dirty shoes and smelly feet, too, are not worthy to touch the pristine wooden floored cleaned by others for $90.00 once a month.

    This time the ‘Hot-Headed Chili Pepper’ wasn’t around to hear us old timers talk about anything important. Earlier, I had called the phone number of her mom’s room and left a voice mail message to wake up, rise and shine and return my phone call. Later I tried both cell phone numbers of Chilled and later Butch but decided to hang up and text them instead.

    At least Chilled responded to my text and wrote that she was busy with at work and with her Sausalito, CA event next week on behalf for one of the aunt of her live-in boyfriend. I do not know if my cousin is even engaged to this tall Filipino. It’s sad because the ‘Eyebrow Tick’ is ten years the junior to Chilled – just like my uncle was to her mom. It was sad when Chilled cried at Butch’s wedding reception in the hopes of being the next cousin to get married.

    Both Tick and Chilled came from divorced families. And the couple have the fear of divorce themselves. The sentiments of past hurt are keeping them from being married. And it so happened to be that Tick’s family is quite loud: They drink a lot and gamble, like poker. But Chilled is quiet, like on my side. And she seemed withdrawn as if not interested to talk with the three of us (my parents and me) when we visited the house of debt on Thursday noontime.

    They seem fine as a couple but I am not too sure of the guy because he is so young and has lots more years ahead of him. I know my cousin Chilled loves him because the look on her face from one her pictures near the foyer exactly matches the softened faces of my paternal grandfather on his wedding photo and of Brat with his Twit. As an outsider to the affairs of my kin folks, my intuition is very keen on the compatibility of couples.

    She came home around 02:00PM and immediately complained to the mom about not opening the doors and windows for the dogs. For the next thirty minutes, the girl kept busy behind closed doors and in the stinky patio where the three small dogs where pooping and peeping at this newspaper-lined post. One dog peeped on an old television and there was a wet spot. I went back to the conversation and watched my younger cousin clean up some more. What happened, Chilled?

    After getting food from 99 Ranch and driving eight (80) miles per hour starting at 11:00AM, I got lost around 11:22AM at Shoreleaf Dr. I had to call Chilled’s cellphone but none answered. Good thing I had the main home number and the mom answered the phone. For another ten minutes while keeping the mom on the phone, I arrived at the place. We were greeted by the mom who now has a walking cane just like Maw.

    I had to run to the toilet and afterward found myself participating in normal conversation until about after two more hours when the topic shifted to ungrateful relatives. What I noticed with the (homeowner) mom was her denial of any wrong doings from the pasts. She claimed there is nothing to worry about and that she forgot everything hurtful past her divorce. Her face turned angry and unhappy to our reality. What happened, Auntie?

    From then on my parents kept quiet at the very dark and very square dining table and Maw scolded me for talking too much (as an implication that this old hag did not and does not make sense, which has been the primary complaint as per the other relatives and my grandparents. And now this 75 year old is sticking like glue to Babble because both their son-in-law’s are related as first cousin to each other. Babble is notorious for gossiping and my relatives know this from the beginning.

    Her old age did not stop her strong attitude against those who disagreed with her being on top of everyone else. She is free to believe that illusion and I truly feel sorry for her vindictive behavior towards us kin folks. I am wondering how Chilled has been affected by the mom’s brutal verbal assaults – such being darker skinned (than the rest of us cousins) and like the description of burnt lumpia as per her mom with anger for some unknown reason from years ago. I remember this stuff, by the way. She would have made a beautiful commercial model because of her tall height and high bridged nose, by the way.

    Gee, all this nice data should be presented on Evening Magazine. (This is a hint for the Filipinos who do not already know who I am or what I am talking about all this time in my blogs). But my parents and I have been in our bubble for such a long time that we discovered and with sad revelation (as per Chilled’s mom and a paternal first cousin, who recently got divorced) that my East Bay relatives seem to play plastic no matter what happened in the past.

    My parents and I don’t play plastic because we are sincerely happy to see our kin folks no matter how far away in San Jose, CA we are located. Okay, we are getting too old for parties, which are tiresome, too. I have learned that there is no such thing as togetherness anymore. As per Brat, he, like all my other cousins, just want to live their lives and forget that blood is thicker than water.

    There is too much competition and comparison going on with each other. I don’t like the overall trend of Filipinos being lost to their free will of ego and self-centered being. I prefer security and knowing we could love and humor each other in spite of hardships. But everyone is on the defensive side for some reason and maybe to protect themselves from more hurt. My personal observation points to a barometric reading of gross, where dogs go back and lick up their vomit, really.

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

  • 20071101-Daily Diary

    Left VM for Chunk; Texted Chilled, Butch; then called Chunk again while removing Halloween decors.

    Both Chunk and Chilled are the same – plastic to their teeth. DNA.
    Got lunch for Chunk via 99 Ranch.

    Left for 680North at 11:00AM.

    Would have arrived at 11:22AM but got lost and managed to call Chunk at Chunk’s main home phone.

    Told Chunk to remain on phone until we got there at 12:00PM.

    Texted Chunk’s about ordeal no response after leaving VM when lost at Shoreleft Dr.

    Chilled came home around 02:00PM and then we ‘kicked ourselves’ out after talking.

    Both are plastic and felt they wanted us out. So their energies are screwed. We tried.

    Called Brat and brought my mustang over for him to remove performance chip, which was not compatible with the car. We went together towards Starbucks to recalibrate chip removal based on my driving habits.

    Twit called and I offered to buy food but she asked Brat what she wanted for dinner and then she claimed she had to get rid of the food in refrigerator.

    Paid for one venti-sized white chocolate mocha with whipped cream. Got me tall pumpkin with whipped cream.

    Drove around some more until Brat invited me in. Watched his new Nintendo Wii and Zelda. Then watched him play tennis me too and then bowling and then me too. Prior to playing saw Twit with downcast eyes while she chopped her napa cabbage – a sign to please get out.

    Maw wouldn’t stop ranting. Told her to take shower to remove aura. Curled and dried and removed her hair curlers.

    Removed rant from WB website about ‘Check Engine Woes’ and posted one more to show success over dealership gouging ‘ Performance Chip Removal’.

  • 20071013-Childhood Chat

    Created Saturday, June 16, 2007 2:24:03 PM
    Modified Saturday, June 16, 2007 3:04:50 PM

    Childhood by Maw

    Elementary
    Sis ume aida
    Swing at river
    Take everything out
    Broken plates white ones
    Put and drop into water

    Go down and pick few.
    Aida ate pashing
    Mom only got few. Too small.

    Take out panty out
    Arrive home,
    Granny spanks due to showing at river
    Dark skinned meaning burned under sun from playing

    Swim under water and go up when young
    Even senyong
    Dry coconut

    Skiun the skin and tie shells together
    Under arms with clothes to learn how to swm

    Father bath in the river.
    Grandpa throws kids into the water

    Mom’s shallow water with her feet touching bottom of water
    Gloating with head above water

    School rainy season
    When mud, Mom makes putty stove with caldero and water and mug
    Dried like clay. Mom made those.

    Grandpa made house, square house little taller
    On top of the roof. Banana tree.
    Cut string it’s curve
    One up one down
    Something in front
    Selling dried fish with dried leaves

    Line like straw
    Buyers are out playmates
    Pay broken glass in exchange for leaves (like fish)

    Jell-O hibiscus leaves
    Why? Toy! And sell like jell Jell-O
    Ulam

    Calaymay binbingka – hibiscus leaves

    During recess time
    Invite friends in school
    Balimbing with ridges around
    Eat during not greedy
    Eat on or two stop don’t steal baon one penny five cents a week
    Tamarind around school
    Drop down on the flour
    Pick it up and snack
    Sometimes
    Around fence big round brown fruit ripe when yellow

    Green young then go back to eaten by kids
    Satisfied… buy two candy for one penny
    Every day good for one week from Mon. to Fri. spend it all nothing left
    See to spend and pick up dropping from ground
    Big sweets sweet on the outside

    During mango season
    Wind blow hard it breaks
    Crispy and yellow good to eat exp. In the early morning
    Guava on sat. sun ate nit sister, and nita
    Go to town to gather just to eat not to gather
    Site on the rock and watch the rice field grow wind blow
    Sweet wind blow. Smell and waving rice stalks
    She remembers

    Waterfall picnics in Kalayaan
    Senyong gather green jackfruit
    Uste and coconut milk in it
    Plate eating is banana leaves
    Senyong but leaves and divide as plates

    Mother makes ice cream in factory
    Ice maker crunch of ice
    In container put something there and ice become ice cream
    Carnation mile, young coconut milk and sugar

    Ume sister good at crooked water falls drop down there — too deep
    Senyong drop her go he will catch her
    Senyong not Florene not.

    Uste nit does. Picnic eat with hands Swim
    People pick more and bring more no more no thinking about more.

    One time went to mountain to gather certain nuts
    Palm tree have a long vertical surrounding full of fruits clusters plenty
    Cut the end and get inside soak inside
    Suddenly turned black, night dark eclipse
    In the middle of the day
    Hear the bird screaming. Down Kalayaan
    Chicken are crawling all over pig around running
    Chicken sitting and sleeping thought it nighttime
    Suddenly birds wake up.

    Middle of the day
    All animals settle down to sleep
    Scary old people are praying and wondering why night. Don’t know what to do.
    Sun comes up and innocent as if nothing happen.

    Hang around even though she did do anything and learned skills by looking

    Appreciate tell story. not Jr. has to tell it if other’s don’t experience it
    Mom complaining about telling story and Jr. continues to ask too many questions and mom thought he was intellectuals

    In our very old house before. Only have one room upstairs
    Cover of our house is the leaves of the coconut leaves
    Father put them together. When it rains
    And then our door is cover in the half. You can look over and no one get into the house
    Rain some waters go in the house.
    Remember the chair was a broken canoe and made into ad bench
    By grandpa.
    Eat on this long curved bench due to curve of boat
    Kids sat on the long bench

    One tuyo fish squeeze into the vinegars and rice
    For the whole family and the taste of vinegar is all they ate with rice.

    When father has rice one egg mix like with his hand and measure with grandpas hands and everyone has an equal share

    Granma each have a banana share.
    Mom fight because she got the small ends to their siblings

    People plant rice mom and dad senyong plant rice
    Water is up to waist line and muddy
    But they plant rice

    Rice go up and land is dry and during harvest season

    Planting season is flooded and into the ground
    So that’s what happened to Mom
    Grandpa harvest 30 coconuts grind with hand 123
    Finish everything squeeze little water until sauce come out
    Boil cause until coconut disappear then only oil content is left

    Sap from coconut squeeze is not wasted, make to candy
    By crowning sugar like binbingka

    Shell is to be burned as used as charcoal
    Whole in back of house things there dried leave burnt it soil
    Fire it until everything is burned cover it banana leaves
    After the boiling underneath
    Charcoal used to cooking and ironing

    Make some flour have rock
    Inherited big round rock with canal around
    In the middle with ridges outward
    On top with hold in middle located on tope

    Put rice into middle hole and manually rotate clockwise
    Canal goes out with liquid and catcher
    Bebingagng

    Found the half of the house during remodeling
    Cant find top half of grinding stone as big as fruit basket
    Something wood connected to top tock

    Coconut tree everything one tree all parts useful
    Fruit – milk and oil
    Sap = dessert
    Cover = fuel
    Leaves = cover rood of house
    Tingting = walis booming

    Nothing wasted
    All know these things watch her dad

    Palaklak
    Dried falls to ground
    Chopped to small cooking fuel
    Nothing wasted

    Wine on eo fht palm tree.
    Cut into trunk of palm and a long bamboo have ridges
    Make it arm length and tie around palm tree
    To catch sap from palm tree
    Next day to check for any liquid
    And drink as sweet but stay in jar and sour turn into wine

    Young palm trunk mom and dad beat them until flour comes out.
    Trunk = flour!

    Young bamboo sprout – selling in store and that is good

    Imagine go to school without anything on feet
    Big banana leaves or Gabi leaves is umbrella

    Mom mot society girl.
    Hurts my head
    Told Jr.. not interested
    Mom told him have headache
    Told them don’t too much TV.

    Mother’s intuition knows if the other is good for them or not.
    Can’t change attitude
    Come from the person
    Like parish Hilton 26; jail will change her.

  • 20071006-Daily Diary

    Saturday, October 06, 2007 8:34:58 PM

    20071006-Daily Thoughts

    07:50PM came back from Golden Buddha. Driving northbound 680. Nearing McKee Rd. exit. Notice police car severing fast from the fast lane, then second, then slows down due to traffic.
    Saw white pick-up truck swerve by earlier from left to right towards McKee Rd. exit. Saw lots of smoke from rubber tire smell. Didn’t think quick enough but had to signal right to exit McKee Rd. over crunchy V-shaped divide. Then slowed down enough to roll down window, peek to left and saw some sort of debris of vertical white towel on the road to the right of the truck with a red vertical shaped thing hanging down to the right back part of the ‘trunk’. Tires went crunching over the debris.

    Lots of blinking out of lights during dinner at Golden Buddha, Aborn Rd., San Jose, CA. Crunchy won-ton appetizer, noodles, rice and beef/broccoli. Sustained bloody booger from right nostril.

    Viewed two five minute videos of Pacquiao and Barrera weigh-in and pacquiao interview with Ralph Biel. View couple of photos. Viewed placement of both in lightweight section (130 lb) of cnn.com sport/boxing section. Kept viewing doghouseboxing.com for up to date information. Found Unanimous win for Manny Pacquiao around 09:55PM with Marco Barrera losing one point for head butting.

  • 20070929-Save Cetacea

    I cannot believe people would eat whales. Why are these whalers killing these large mammals of the sea? Land lovers should eat only that which belongs to the land. The sea creatures need their food source yet we harvest more than is necessary. Most of the unsold items, such as shrimp, crab, shark, shellfish, fish, etc., are wasted.

    I hate wasting food and my time trying to remind you people to behave and treat each species with respect! Whales and dolphins are intelligent, sentient beings. Once again as mentioned in my previous blogs, if we could communicate with them and found out hunting hurts them, I would stop eating them altogether. I never ate mammals from the sea.

    That’s why they live so far out into sea. We were never meant to go that far and harm our environment as a means earning a wage. I am keeping my eyeballs peeled on you people and how far you have progressed in supplying your hungry appetites for destruction at the expense of countless lives from the denizens of the ocean.

    I am especially holding Japan and other greedy countries accountable for their actions. I am disgusted! Yes, that’s right. I believe the Asian countries are especially too much in their consumption of sea food and everything else that happens to creep, crawl, hop and fly — from centipedes, cockroaches, frogs and bats. I always thought that we could stop being so gross, too.

    Since we humans have fully posable thumbs, we could save the whales and clean the garden of Gaia as a job replacement idea for hunting and killing for profit. Think well you business-minded people! I have other profit making ideas without sacrificing your greediness, lives of family and friends or souls. As a reminder, your hunting methods are quite infantile and a slow death for your ‘catches’ is unwarranted.

    [http://www.thepetitionsite.com/3/save-the-whales]

    [http://www.seashepherd.org/]

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

  • 20070924-Daily Diary

    another de ja vu
    viewed blog stats via wordpress.com
    saw 48
    and then
    thought of pete
    while eating my nestle crunch bar of chocolate covered vanilla

    cleaned outside windows after breakfast from 09:00AM to 02:00PM
    while doing laundry till 06:00PM at the same time.

    had lunch outdoors of leftover mahi-mahi for me with pinacksiu fish for mom and dad.

    09/23/2006 yesterday cleaned blinds with hot water and furniture too.
    vacuumed upstairs and helped mom and dad finish up downstairs by moving furniture and re-warming dinner over the stove-rare indeed.