Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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  • 20061012-BooBoo Better

    Please provide a prayerful boost for the sickly parakeet named BooBoo. She is a little over three (3) years old and has been admitted to the bird hospital near the 85 and for the night. The attached photo is dated 24-March-2005.

    Maw had called me around 01:55PM at my work phone. She told me that BooBoo’s feet looked blue and swollen. So I logged off from the computer and told the boss that I had an emergency with one of the parakeet, who may have a broken leg.

    I left the building around 02:00PM and arrived at home thirty minutes later. The skies had wispy clouds again. I did see her legs were discolored and found her leaning most of her weight to her left side upon the water container.

    I quickly got the carrier cage from the garage; put at least on perch for her and a seed cup, which I knew she wouldn’t touch though Maw insisted to have the container inside the cage. I hollered at Paw to get ready to accompany the both of us to the hospital.

    After a couple of phone calls, I found one that had a physician available. The first one was nearby but the doctor wouldn’t be in until the 16th of this month. As I spoke to an Erin, I searched for the address online and printed my map.

    The map didn’t help because part of the street was cut off from printing. I knew I had to exit ‘right’ but didn’t realize we were headed north and in the wrong direction as pointed out by Paw. So with one U-turn from one end and another near the 85, we arrived at 03:15PM.

    I heard the bird went on the floor during the ride because the horrible suspension and braking system of this car was very rough over northbound 280. And sure enough when I removed the birdcage from behind the seat of driver’s side, she was flat on the floor of the carrier cage.

    I got out hurriedly and both of us went into the Suite C instead of the Suite D in error. I used my big brain and logically followed an arrow-like sign of a bird pointing to the right side of the building. The side door did not have any markings to show this was the place.

    But as I peered inside and past the windows, I saw this had to be the place. There was a large bird cage containing three male budgies and they were big boys! I happen to love boys because they are much friendlier and don’t bite and hard as the females when grabbing for treatment is needed.

    We filled out the front and back sides of this paper and the bird with its cage was brought in the back for assessment by the physician. The place was clean enough as we waited for no more than five minutes and during which time I went back to talk to the three male budgies. Good boys!

    The doctor came out and explained what could be wrong and the assistant lead us back to further discuss the treatment for the brat, I meant, the bird. We found out that she had a big tummy that wasn’t supposed to be there.

    There could be the possibility of liver disease due to the diet of mostly seed; low infection or hormonal. The doctor saw her cere, which is the waxy part of the nostril, was too big and there were bruising both on her beak and toenails.

    During the interview, the doctor wanted to understand our philosophy about treating the bird. I explained that based on our technology we should intervene and provide whatever comfort for the distressed bird.

    BooBoo was in distress from her obvious panting. The first estimate was affordable and we got an X-ray done on her to find that the bones lack sufficient calcium. The second one involved more testing – one was the draining of excess fluid from her tummy based on the X-ray.

    As the assistant held the bird in the wrapped towel, I observed the head of the bird jolted as the sign of the needle making its way to allow the swelling of said tummy to relieve the diaphragm, which seemed to have prevented BooBoo from inhaling enough oxygen.

    Her oxygen level was at approximately 35%, which was below the normal 50%. And the doctor provided a before and after sample, which showed both dark and the normal pink color, by snipping a piece of the toenail. Then a yellow powder was applied to stop the flow of blood.

    The incubator and oxygen tank helped to comfort BooBoo for one night’s stay at the hospital. And I received a phone call from the doctor at 07:00PM but had my cellphone turned off while both Maw and I visited ‘Squirrel-Ling,’ who is alone at his home again; while Twit is out buying presents for another wedding and at night (as usual – sheesh).

    [My opinion is for a couple to be together no matter what. I told Brat to ‘spy’ on her and find out really what she is up to. She could be caring for her bum brother during her nights out almost everyday; since they bought a house together.]

    The cost of treatment didn’t matter to us. As long as the breath of life flowed through our little BooBoo, we were willing to make her live as long as she wants. The estimate total is close to the crown I still have to get done.

    So far I’ve bounced two checks and gotten another voicemail message earlier this morning for help by those ‘Morons’. But of course our BooBoo has been the priority of today. None would help me. None would help BooBoo. With proper perspective of being alone, I have decided that none could help us except ourselves.

    P.S. The Bible thumpers should read well: Owe none! And the flow will happen, I swear!!! But according to my ‘watcher’ by association at work, he told me during lunchtime that I should not want too much of anything. I learned that all that we need has already been provided.

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    Thursday October 12, 2006 – 08:33pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20061011-Another Eleven

    Wednesday was boring and I managed to get most of the work done. I started feeling sleepy in the afternoon and found out online about a plane or copter crash into a building in New York. Now, I do not know about mind programming but, once again, whoever or whatever is doing these weird events better stop.

    I wonder what the signifance of the number eleven is  and why people need to be reminded of what some went through on that September event dated on the 11th. Now today happens to be smaller event but dated on October 11. Would there be another weird event dated on November 11 five years from now? Ooo!

    Anyway, I came home and hungrily devoured ‘Kali-Maw’s cooking of bar-be-que chicken and vegetables of beans, squash and bittermellon. She then wanted me to massage her legs but I refused because I was tired after work. She then wanted me to listen to her stories of mostly noise about older people and into my ear holes and she got mad.

    My energy level started waning significantly after lunch and I didn’t have the patience to be around anyone after work. I hurriedly cleaned up the kitchen as I heard her bewail from her bedroom that her daughter is bad. This is funny because I was already labeled good as of yesterday after massaging her feet with lotion.

    I wondered what happened with ‘Kali-Maw’s opinions of me. This off-antd-on and hot-and-old scenario has been played for most of life and I’m sick and tired of being stuck in this rut as an old maid. This is not funny and I have good reason to blame the ‘hole’ world. My saying ‘No’ is empowerment but at the same time I play the victim.

    I crept upstairs with the slight popping of the wood from underneath the carpet and washed up before going to bed. I tried to ease myself into another restful evening in hopes of not hearing anymore controversy from downstairs. So from 07:00PM to 10:33PM I’ve gotten all the rest I needed.

    The current time is 03:04AM and I have been in front of this computer for a good five hours of sleepless night. I suppose there is something weird with yesterday because this was the second time I’ve had a drop in energy level this bad. My first entry of this experience was from my now deleted blog dated on 10-March-2006.

    My eyes are beginning to close as another wave of sleepiness comes to me. I’ve deleted more blogs prior to Sunday, October 1, 2006; cleaned-up more emails from several Yahoo! accounts and read more articles online. I have not yet decided to check for any emails or chatting message from this Yahoo! profile.

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

  • 20060930-And Action!

    Ah! I hear the defenders of truth hovering in their copter over our neighborhood and my house starting exactly 12:00AM midnight on this Saturday, October 1, 2006. What’s going on this time, eh?

    They have been hovering for about thirty minutes. For the first 17 minutes, this one patrol car was right in the middle of an intersection and he seemed to have stopped a few cars. He flash-lighted one Audi and yelled at the driver for whatever reason.

    There seems to be two more cars nearby and then a few more down the road. Some people from the nearby cars got out and started looking in and around the houses or backyards. I hope noone is hurt because it’s not nice to ruin a nice weekend for us hard workers.

    Besides, I do need some rest without this extra commotion, in case I have to work this morning in a few hours; so we could close the third quarter books for my company. I’ve stayed late last night until 07:00PM, arrived home to find ‘Kali-Maw’ walking around indoors and ate my leftover lunch at home for dinner.

    This leftover was pasta shaped like bows. I packed the chicken for fried rice tomorrow morning. We plan to walk around the mall in the morning; so our circulation, especially ‘Kali-Maw’s legs, would flow more efficiently.

    It’s 12:30AM and the copter is still making noise. The noise hurts my head and I cannot blog in peace. One car from down the road left at 12:33AM. I keep checking what’s going on but cannot see much in the night with very low clouds of white overhead.

    A black SUV exited from one small road AND the sound of copters ceased at 12:36AM. Could we go to sleep now, please?  The squabbling amongst ourselves is nothing in comparison to the peace of whole world, right?

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

  • 20060924-Dream Journal

    I had a nice long nap about five (5) hours worth from 01:00PM to 06:45PM after stuffing myself with spaghetti and meatballs for lunch earlier.

    Scene One:
    My dream was during daylight and outdoors.
    The place was full of people, mostly South Asian Indians.

    There was a eating section to my left.
    I saw people eating and a tall guy talking to his guests.
    I saw another tall guy sitting looking straight ahead.

    There was another section to my right.
    There was a shaded tree.
    There was a chain linked fence to the right.

    There were guys dancing and one looked at me.
    He was dark skinned.

    I saw man and female crawl on their bellies.
    The female crawled easily under this chain linked fence.

    Scene Two:
    I was in the Philippines with some friends.
    This dimension occurred in the future.
    This event occurred at night.

    There was traffic that lasted the whole day.
    We were in a hurry and decided to travel through and inside the mountain.

    There were people on very brightly lit circular disks.
    The direction fed people in a clockwise direction into the mountain.

    Scene Three:
    The mountain was maze-like and slightly lit.
    The walls were somewhat grayish blue.
    There was some fallen timber.

    We had a map and the walking took too long.
    We went into various rooms.

    Someone said there was ghost was coming [from the right].
    We tucked and hide ourselves close together along the walls on either side.

    I hid close behind someone as I buried my face in the backpack.
    The ghost had to attach to my left side.

    So I tried to shake him off by thinking good thoughts.
    He fell on the ground and I kicked his limp form – the legs.

    We got up to leave the intersection ahead where the ghost came.
    He got up behind us and looked like a Filipino male.
    He told me I saved his soul and left the corridor behind us from right to left.

    A man at the end of the dream told us he would not cut through the mountain.

    posted by Flynn B. @ 8:33 PM

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  • 20060918-Supreme Brother

    Hello my brothers:

    I should believe in a Supreme Being but I know there are more than meets the One-Eye. I already have encountered ‘people,’ who are losing their guise as humans from the looks in their eyes. Some do not sound human too.

    I do not understand my purpose and how you all came to find me. Perhaps, these ‘people’ have always known I would come to know them not as strangers (at first) but as friends or teachers. The worse would always try to lead me astray and my anger is further justified for not knowing better or fast enough.

    I do not know why I should continue my endless reading and researching for data and the pieces of the puzzles that could help me understand the unanswered questions. There are many hints along the way to guide me towards that elusive fruit of knowledge. But the effort is not at all tiring but hard work nonetheless.

    I have always been curious for the better part of my life – always looking through the eyes of a dense person. There is so much more to explore and so far I’ve only gotten a glimpse of what could be better days for ‘normal’ folks. Unfortunately, I’m weird and could never go back to the normalcy of the rewards systems for ‘wage-earners.’

    Okay, people. Hey, I’m trying to sound intellectual from the few paragraphs above. All I could share in this particular blog is my involvement with Masons. I do not know how my whole time/space continuum got warped in the brotherhood’s mess. So far, I could only giggle and wonder to myself if I really belong to this (or these) group(s), since I’m female.

    I do not know which side of the see-saw in the playground I belong and do not care in the least. I know there are out-worldly beings etched into my conscious state; on my shiny forehead; and in my dream scape, which has been since childhood. My stories have been relayed to the best of my ‘knowledge’ and personal experiences. And none believes me except me.

    None in my family is Masons; since we are born and raised as Catholics, which is the primary religion for most Filipinos. (Duh!) I only know of one relative who is ‘Sonic Mom’ and he tried to get Paw to join. I do not know much about ‘Shiva-Paw’s’ side and he does not say too much either. (Hmmm).

    With due respect, I would like to know what is happening overall and mostly with me. I recall being asked the age of my grandmother and the stupid part of me didn’t understand what that question meant years ago. All I know is that some people are quite intelligent and know other people. But I highly doubt they know anything about making great stone monuments by their own hands nowadays.

    P.S. This blog is by no means an attempt to sway my public to switch their religion, if any. As a matter of fact, I expect everyone not to have a religion. The dogmas in any one religious organization are quite boring, confusing and altogether not necessary to people who choose to sleep during the drooling episodes of mouth pieces babbling their truths. And, yes, some are indeed Latter Day Saints, sweetie.

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

    Monday September 18, 2006 – 11:55pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060828-Told You

    See? I told you my personal feeling was that the surprising presentation of the alleged suspect for the `JBR` issue was not the right one. People should use forensic evidence to make sure that even the alleged guilty ones are not to be mistakenly accused. The blood of your brother (or sister) calls out from the ground. Duh!

    It is not nice to `bearing false witness against your neighbors either.` We should not be too hasty or too creative with making up stories as did the media recently and allow the science folks to their jobs thoroughly. Please continue to do everyone justice and find out why `JBR`, like so many others, had to suffer such a terrible fate.

    P.S. My feeling is that my online `husband` called `J@ck B!ll*` of Florida, whom I still `love no matter what happens` is not dead by the hands of some captors in that OIL-RICH, yet poverty-stricken country, which is located due south of the UK. I am reminded of Australia`s O.N. John`s missing boyfriend. If guys wish to disappear by death, this shows these types of persons are not meant for us women. Gosh darn it!

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    Monday August 28, 2006 – 02:33pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060618-Enlightened Kitty

    ‘If something happens, be assured it was planned this way…’ (FDR)

    As part of my ongoing quest to seek the Truth, I managed to totally, like, confuse myself further with other quotes and philosophical ideas. The answers outside me are endless and pointless. And I have personally concluded that I will no longer question anything that does not make sense to me but believe and have faith that all is good and loving.

    This does not mean I will stop fighting for a cause or give up my current religious belief system. This does not mean I will revert to an uncivilized, unshaven monkey and start hurting the sleeping people who refuse to wake up to their personal chains of enslavement. I could only spoon feed some useful data to those who are willing to learn beyond the confines of their darkened caves.

    Tonight, I’ve quickly read various articles online, somewhat absorbed the data into my big brain and entered to this blog: of non-violence as the shield of God; of human experience as the best teacher; of destroying that which brings Truth; and of bringing down the barrier of insanity. The insane part is trying to find the answers.

    I can tell you right now the conspiracy theories are many and perhaps contain some data of truthfulness. I have been watching recent programs on televised cable networks on UFO’s, aliens, Masons and some weird codes. In the beginning, I watched those to my enjoyment. Later, I did my research, which led me to believe that I may have been playing a tiny part of this whole bull ‘spit’ all this time.

    Who knows? I only give my inner guidance credit for allowing me to explore the dating scene as an apprentice in love, for example. I’ve met strangers while waiting in line of a police station; attending a martial arts class for GE college credits; answered a newspaper ad once and found out he attended my high school and fell out of two relationships with co-workers from ten and three years ago.

    Back in 1998, I’ve posted some personal ads, started chatting online and meeting strangers this way. This form of communication is quick and decisive. There is less chance of misunderstanding when reading one’s thoughts this way. Plus, it is less lonely and boring. I’ve gone out with three so far and may have the courage to meet a fourth chatter in person.

    The first guy from eight years ago was a young lad, a genius and a son of a local police. I felt something was amiss and assumed that he was part of this whole dating scheme. I’ve never heard from him since that time. I didn’t understand why he simply disappeared.

    The second guy from six years ago got me involved with a bunch of people that may have pierced the third veil. Destiny has heard my thoughts to help those in need. And these people got my help via the sacrifice of my hard work. I gave everything I had knowing that nothing could be given away without a price, which is similar to a parable of the pearl.

    The third guy from five years ago had Asiatic eyes. He and another with similar eyes from twenty years ago were quite helpful, soft spoken and highly intelligent. I would consider my encounters with both of them as the fifth kind. I thank them for their presence.

    Now what is this Truth seeker trying to convey? This is difficult to explain because words cannot describe my personal experiences. Basically, the greatest price is losing one’s life to attain God as Truth. For example, one of my closest associates happens to be a ‘Moron’ and he almost lost his life in an auto accident.

    I personally do not believe this is a case of a mere accident. Because when some people get too close to the truth, they would end up losing their lives. If not their lives, some would get beaten up severely and thrown into jail to silence the truths.

    My point is the removal of these same hard working people would not stop God from teaching us hard lessons. Once again, I believe the real targets are not only the truth-seekers but the very people who try to pull us out of our existence as slaves to the unknown.

    My hardest lesson has yet to unfold as I try to explain to my readers that no life could exist without the divine blessing in the first place. I believe my purpose as a student in this lifetime is to share what I’ve come know and help whenever possible.

    I will have come full circle from working hard to sacrificing all to returning the fruits of my labor to those people who helped me realize my path. I still have no idea how I managed to survive to tell my stories.

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

  • 20060610-Open Up

    ‘I’ll huff and I’ll puff!’ said a large character to smaller ones from a tale. That’s how I felt tonight when I tried to deliver Brats’ remaining property from our house to his house. I kept insisting that I must fulfill my end of the hard work no matter how tired Brat was from hiking four hours with Twit today.

    The story goes faithfully that I too was tired to admit I’ve done the best I could to assist Brat move out of the house. I worked four hours until 06:00PM when my bio-units arrived home from their usual 05:00PM evening mass. Until I fully recover from my flare ups, I could not sit comfortably on the pews made out of hard wood.

    I brought down and boxed up a box of ‘PlayBull’ magazines and another box of CD’s and tapes; stuffed five big handled bags full of bottled glasses for model making; of DVD’s; of guitar music books; of comic books; of three car models; and stuffed the Mazda with these items along with an acrylic case; a broken model plane and a model tank in a box.

    I did these packing activities in the mid-afternoon after I’ve felt strong enough to bear the pain of my three day flare ups, which have been manageable, thanks in part, to my late decision of taking a couple of pain killers yesterday. I do owe much to rest and relaxation earlier today from 10:30AM to 12:00PM and with the assistance of some light pink lighting I received.

    My conscience was free and I opened up myself to doing only good deeds; since there was little else to do on a slow day. My understanding was that Brat is too busy from work to come by our house to pack up whatever is left from our house. His work does require lots lifting and dealing with vendors and users of computers all day.

    I kept calling his cell phone but no one answered. I also left two voice mail messages to inquire how his day was and if he could call me back. But he never left his message that he received mine. I had expected a short invitation to his house so I could deliver his ‘mail’.

    Prior to the arrival of my bio-units at 06:15PM from attending mass, I decided to check if he was home. I rang his door bell three times and no one answered. I went around the right of the fence and peeped over to see if I could dump his stuff that way.

    I decided against trespassing in this manner. But I did hear the washer and dryer making noise upstairs as I continued to peep over the fence. Then I made my way in front of the garage and did hear some moving noises inside. My hunch was they were home.

    At 08:00PM, what I got was another mouthful of the ‘Eli-Ball’ temper instead. He claimed he was too tired from having fun today with Twit and he insisted that tomorrow Sunday would be a better day to pick up his property. For whatever reason, he kept on insisting to have his way only by refusing my delivery tonight.

    I knew this was my only chance to drive the already stuffed Mazda with his property because his inconsistent schedule has always conflicted with ours. I knew he was they type that didn’t like others dictating his time, especially when he has to lift a finger to do more cleaning at his house.

    So, I rang the door bell three times and there was no response after I had told him of my arrival. I phoned him again at 08:08PM to make sure I got his ‘permission’ to dump his property at his door where he requested. He once again got angry at me for not informing him earlier of my plans when he already knew I was coming over to his house.

    I hurriedly dumped all his property with much frustration and anger since he did not share my enthusiasm of helping to pack in the first place. I screamed through the closed front door that his stuff is waiting for him. But still there was no sign of either people.

    I left in disgust and wondered why he would be determined not to let his own bio-units come into the house uninvited. My speculation is that he would use tonight’s situation to strengthen his leverage so Twit’s bio-units won’t visit unexpectedly as I have done tonight.

    This tactic is assumed to be very wrong because Brat, who is rude to his own bio-units, could promote the idea that she could disrespect us after gifting them a fine down payment in the five digits for the house. So technically, we could blow the house down with our breath.

    Today, I’ve asserted no ill will by doing this last help for these two Asian twits, who continue to practice bad manners towards their own bio-units AND in America. They truly represent the pigs in another tale.

    The moral of the story: Open up your front doors to greet strangers as you would open up your hearts to meet your loved ones.

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    Sunday June 11, 2006 – 04:33am (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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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  • 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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