Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: health

  • 20071213-Daily Diary

    Viewed ‘Battling Boys.jpg’ photo and started to cry 07:34AM. I saw Nath’s red hair, quite long, shoulder length.

    I tired. I meant I feel tired.

  • 20071207-Building Websites

    Dude, ‘Yahoo! SiteBuilder’ sucks big time! I like your front page and that was the easiest. However, after viewing your futile attempt of trying to create an .html for your ‘pics’ a few minutes ago, it doesn’t look good. I opened my own website under this ‘builder’ last year and in one week I closed the account. It cost too much for me at that time too.

    I couldn’t get anything uploaded properly. This would mean linking lots of other .html somewhere. I couldn’t get the layouts (colors, borders, etc.) set the way I want. I didn’t know how to administrate the damn thing either. There were too many things going on for one website and I’ve lost sleep trying to make it presentable.

    There is no way I would go back to that ‘builder’. This includes Geocities, which for whatever reason deleted my free webpage in one day (after trying to use that stupid ‘wizard’ within the site).

    I was chatting with ‘Bugle’ one time last year via Yahoo! Messenger. And despite his negative responses about both Geocities and Yahoo! SiteBuilder, I’ve tried those sites and found out the hard way as described in my above paragraphs. Those sites s&ck, big time! And I will not go back to those places again.

    So far I’ve neither heard nor seen him in and around that forum for over a year or so. I wonder if ‘Shrimpsei’ knows of his whereabouts. It’s freaky to see his username and have no activity.

    On November 19, 2007, I was browsing the internet and came across an article promoting the latest CD of a foursome. Aside from their gigs, the ‘ad’ lists their ‘day jobs’ next to each of their names. It so happens that the only son of ‘Santa’ (that f&t b@st@rd) has a job description of ‘a web designer’.

    But since I’m a cheapskate, I’ve decided to enter my blogs via WordPress.com for free and freely. All the hassle of designing a website has been taken cared of by this free website. When and if ‘providence’ answers my greedy prayers, then maybe I’ll do the same: hire a web designer or administrator to oversee the looks and any traffic of my website.

    Yup, that’s one of my plans — orgonite-jewelry business. I know you people are hearing my thoughts and reading my blogs, too. Everything will work out. The hardships (or obstacles) have to be overcome gradually (to avoid system shock) as I would creatively describe for anyone with lots of energy to do what is right — fun and humorous.

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

  • 20071127-Bended Knees

    To stand up and down, to bend forward and back, and to open and close the filing drawers make work as a temporary slave-unit tedious, boring and unchallenging. I might have messed up somewhere during this easiest part of the job but I don’t care because I didn’t work hard all these to be under-utilized with dusty files dating back since the 1990’s!

    I think I’ve gotten a cold probably from either this old paper system or from the freezing temperature of an office over looking the fountain out front. This means I still don’t have a cubicle of my own and had to keep hiding my DB bag (or black with brown lining) and my glass bottle of water from home.

    I still don’t have a badge, which would allow me in the building. I’d have to go up to the receptionist to have her phone my supervisor to escort me into the building. Now, I’ll end up using my cellphone minutes to phone her until one is issued. So I could go into the basebase of dustiness (and probably unseen ghouls) to continue my filing that the full-time employees won’t do.

    Any hope for release from the system of paying taxes once and for all is winding down to hopelessness. (By the way, people fighting against taxation and its policies end up either in jail or some sort of sentence — permanently etched on their profile. I know this for a damn fact. Warriors cannot do battle from behind the bars of a jailhouse).

    Thanks to the hours of exercising at home to the easy and steady beat of medleys found on this one and only pirated cassette tape from the Philippines, I’ve managed to tolerate any pain requiring me to bend on my knees. This was the only way to get to the lowest cabinet to do my filing. Getting up proved challenging by not painful.

    Our at-home workout helps to reduce the clicking of painful joints and snapping of stiff tendons and ligaments. We’ve been exercising this way for about half an hour each day. I will continue this workout to improve circulation and release the tension from my sore muscles. Actually, I don’t mind filing because it makes the day go by much faster than sitting hours on end in front of the computer as I’ve done with my previous employer.

    Each time I bended my knees I kept thinking to myself that I’m praying, praying one day I would wake up that TPTB are playing victim, too. After mailing off my spare orgonite item to ‘Bluu’, I let a voicemail message to someone whom I’ve not heard in over a week. As I ended my message and upon turning right into the parking lot, I noticed this green truck waiting directly in the path where people would enter.

    This green truck, which appears to be a Suburban, pulled out around 12:50PM as I parked on the far left hand side of the parking lot with the disabled parking and main lobby behind me. There was this green four-door Honda with an Asian female inside. She too pulled away from the disabled after I walked the path leading towards the water fountain and the main lobby to the right.

    Anyway, I got a return phone call of someone with flu-like symptoms around 04:30PM. To me, this is yet another ploy to get me to feel sorry and another delay-tactic for justice. I know this would happen as others before me. Yup: There are others playing victim and to me they too will pay for making work hard on bended knees.

    My knees should bend for my ‘God’ or at least for a ‘King’ and not the filing cabinet. Maybe I am paying homege to the fallen trees that gave their lives for becoming paper entombed in vertical columns of steel, which for this company is not locked or fire-safe.

    If I were an auditor, I’d question this practice. The first ding was a live check sitting face down underneath the computer monitor of this empty and my temporary office where I was filing. I submitted this to the boss of my supervisor. I’m seeing too many no-no’s here. Maybe that is why government has too many red tape. They still rely on paper trails.

    I’ve suggested scanning these papers for ease of retrieval but that is the system for this level of government. I’m sick of bending my knees to the illusions presented the ‘victim-like’ productions by people with no sense of ethics and morals. Maybe I should take the next step — a noisy one. There is the local news media and ‘them’.

    But I digress. I hate working, period. I don’t like people, their opinions and most of all telephones. I’m a lazy girl — a home girl at best. I prefer staying at home where my heart is happy. I’d pray for the world on bended knees than hand clean the wooden floors anytime too. Being home means food, bathroom and the internet anytime I want.

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

  • 20071123-Black Friday

    Today is the day after Thanksgiving and shopping at the Moffett Exchange (with 30% off prior to noontime) for my news clothes to wear to my temporary job next week went smoothly. The Navy Exchange price is almost half the retail price for popular items — Izod, Liz Claiborne, Basic Concepts, etc…

    Attending morning Catholic mass, eating breakfast at McDonalds and locating the address to my assignment at ‘the largest investor-owned American water utility west of the Mississippi River’ was completed from 07:30AM to 11:30AM. The location is nearby where the fiancée of Brat works and is two blocks from an exit off Highway 101.

    The shopping took only one and half hours and cost Paw around $300.00 (with around $111.00 savings), which I will gladly pay later (whenever possible). He was patiently waiting by the shopping cart and talked to another older Filipino, while Maw and I quickly scanned the red-tag sale (which were already 30% discounted)!

    I got four pants (one black jeans, slacks of brown and black, and a dirty blue jeans that stretches), seven shirts (cotton, of course), and three jackets (two fleece with high neck and a shiny white one with embroidery stitching). My dry skin and electrical static made trying on some clothes, well, shocking and prickly.

    ‘Black Friday’ is really not worth the effort when the retail prices are nothing compared to military pricing and when the cost of waiting in line is wasted in emotions of impatience, anger and starvation for lack of food (or mostly liquid). I really took advantage of the sale today and we didn’t expect a sale because we seldom shop here anymore.

    My new ‘look’ won’t attract some nice professional elsewhere because that is not my destiny. Next is working on my fat tummy and sensitive skin condition — both of which I suspect is really overeating and food allergies, respectively.

    Living at home with the abundance of food stuff and succumbing to the temptation of aromatic cooking do no justice to someone (like me) with a hearty appetite. Lunch was turkey leftover and we forgot to buy my whip cream to top off my pumpkin pie! I will not be a happy pie eater without my whip cream!

    Sunny is the day with clear blue skies. No brown muck was seen on the horizon of the Bay Area. I’ve went to the post office and sent ‘Chris’ my spare orgonite via USPS — Priority Mail with Delivery Confirmation. Later I sent him a PM as an FYI and the other dude for my other donation. The big one is still pending though: I have not forgotten because his current situation is bugging the sh*t out of me!

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

  • 20071122-Faithful Adaptation

    Blogs and such will become less and less as I chug along like another cogwheel in the workforce to help pay down my bills (or at least get a grip and a life for once after being laid-off since June 2007). This means learning how to go shopping for ‘professional’ clothes of the itchy materials– rayon and polyester (yuch) for next week’s cross-training with strangers that would sign off on my weekly time-sheet.

    Tomorrow is attending morning Catholic mass with my bio-units. I plan to mail off my spare Orgonites to ‘Chris’ but have yet to respond to his PM in kind for over a week. Then there is this ‘Bluu’ person that I may PM for his interest in the ‘etheric wand’. But letting go of my precious stuff is difficult because I get possessive at times. It’s time to spread my purchase around.

    ‘Ducats’ is a new word, which sounds archaic to my modern hearing. As a fan-base, orgonite groupie, I’ve learned this word over the course of reading articles online. If I had more ducats to spare, this would be donated by the giving without hesitation as per that one blog. You know who you are and I’ve not forgotten to say: ‘You’re welcome. There is more to come surely.’

    It’s my ‘super’-ego — the altruistic behavior of giving than receiving. Like sharing orgonite, I will admit to learn that whatever is given won’t be returned (per that Twit at the dining table during today’s Thanksgiving lunch). And my painful lesson is to take care of myself (whenever) as my own (I hate to say, deserving) kind by giving whatever abundance happens (if ever) comes my way.

    For over seven years, I’ve participated in what I think is the biggest and hardest personal experience in this lifetime via ‘Liars Production’. I’ve waited too long to know that TPTB owes me frigging big time, in case you folks didn’t take a hint from my prior blogs and poems. My personal sacrifice is quite evident and is building up dust. I may soon clean up the mess the ‘hard way’ if the critical mass of my anger towards these entities is not tempered with patience and resolve of positive thinking.

    But that should not the reason for my overall bitterness — the taste of wealth I would never come to know and the empty feeling left by the knowledge that others are not (or used to be) living the life of luxury. Once again, my memory foam mattress, home cooking by Maw and the ever present figure head of Paw all are blessings despite my undisclosed hardship to them. I am living a lie.

    Hardships are not meant to be made public but when there is not enough ‘to survive’ this indicates a wake up call that something is not right and that help is needed. No amount of pride could be made worse than asking for something that didn’t come from one’s own hard work or was forced into a predicament not to one’s own choosing.

    I remember telling a church lady (sitting across from me) on one day while my bio-units and I ate breakfast at the local McDonalds after church that: Love is unconditional. There is no ‘re-payment’. I blurted those sentences out and without thinking because I know this is true. Some people say whatever is based on their opinions or borrowed somewhere else by others’ creative thoughts and experiences.

    These church folks pray too much repetitious stuff that my distracted mind would bleed from out my ear holes. But I sat and listened as my current place would dictate among the geriatrics of Filipinos who talk about how poor folks would make dire their situations in order to ask for handouts or how younger generations are more selfish and uncaring about traditions that won’t allow survival in today’s fast-paced environment.

    Adaptation as a key to survival has been the theme. The survival of the fittest — where the weakest are weeded out to ‘strengthen the herd’ and where those who fall behind are left behind — I do not agree, though. I sincerely believe the divine is always present or the quarks for the more scientific minds. And that intervention by intent is always possible or by prayers to the unseen — this means having faith too.

    Copyright © FVDF. 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.

  • 20071026-Daily Diary

    Light flashing to my left eye as I turned to look left to the white wall with eye glasses slipping from the nose

    Mass.
    McD.
    Valley Fair – Amit sold us three ‘Wind Spinners’ two small and one large.
    Chemtrail clouds above house after we got home. Took lots of photo and saved to computer.
    Sent lots of text messaging via cellphone to turd and one to twit.
    Took photo of full moon and sent cell phone photo to JR.

    Yesterday:
    Received evening phone call from turd after he left our house regarding chemtrails above our house at night.
    Took photo of full moon and one long trail cloud in the evening and saved to computer.

  • 20071026-Ho Hum

    Here is your sign and nothing more.
    It’s the middle fingers galore.
    Up in the air – I do not care
    Will not answer your silent prayer.

    I’ve done my job and so should you!
    Why do you page me – thought you knew!
    Don’t bother, really — me or mine
    Don’t worry, either — all is fine

    Trouble not who started the fires
    Of South Cal or your suppliers
    Or your leaning shoulders so hard
    Or tools of the dark lighters charred.

    Whatever you do – just do it
    Continue to fight back – don’t quit
    Keep on gifting – orgonite team
    Please wake up! It’s only a dream!

    I’ll let you know in time be well
    Those that know will never do tell
    Then again you are free to love
    And wear me like your boxing glove

    A poem (of four stanza with eight syllables in aabb pattern) and in response to a forum post to ‘us’ dorks.

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

  • 20071010-Daily Diary

    20071010-0925PM-Daily Thoughts

    Saw right eye — light from right to left.
    At same time, felt jolt throughout system.

    Saturday, October 13, 2007 9:57:44 AM

    Felt jolt throughout system.
    After I thought and mentioned about ‘Bb’ (aka ‘Garlic’).
    Jerk: what you all did could land you in jail.

    Wednesday, October 10, 2007 5:52:32 PM

    Polarized sunglasses are basically designed to reduce glare. I got my prescriptive pair at my local optometrist office but I lost this $400.00 pair while shopping after a baseball game up in Oakland, CA. There are inexpensive pairs online and at the local drug stores too.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polarization

    I suppose if there is are objects zipping way too fast for conventional airplanes or jets from those lenticular formations, then one may consider visual encounters of the ‘first kinds’.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Close_encounter

    Pictures or videos taken with polarized filters could also be useful to support objectively what one could see subjectively with your polarized sunglasses.

    So far there are no noticeable lenticular cloud formations around my area for me to try this neat experiment. There are also polarized filters for cameras and videos that may show.

    Although those polarized sunglasses allow me to see lots of rainbow colored effects on the dashboard and the uneven appearances on the windshields while driving in my car, the sight was quite dizzying and distracting.

    11:09PM

    http://www.ebaumsworld.com/pictures/view/41127/

    Heard copter overhead while trying to make image of dancing black girl turn counter-clockwise.
    The best way to reverse the turning is by forcing the mind to look and the shadow below and reset to the opposite direction.
    First time I could ‘control’ a two-dimensional image with my mind.

    911 Trek: Star Trek crew playing poker and voice overs regarding 911 Inside job.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_Dj2B0OO4s

    SADDAM IS NOT DEAD! by tamlac00
    Ach du liber!

    Mashup: Numa Numa + Angry German Kid + Star Wars Kid by kliqueman

    OSHO – Strange Consequences by OSHOInternational

    After Friedrich Nietzsche declared that “God is Dead” – the word F*CK has become the most important word in the English language.

  • 20071002-Daily Diary

    20071002-01:30AM
    20071002-01:47AM

    zapping
    thoughts of sending out left to right cleaning then zapped a shifting downward left of heart

    Tuesday, October 02, 2007 11:00:37 PM

    20071002-1059PM

    Mister fly visited as I was viewing warriormatrix.com/feed.

    I was squeeling happy and waved at it.

    It flies on my computer screen and went away and then landed again on 11:00PM
    at base of radiation shield of monitor.

    11:07PM been copying and pasting feed material to word document and heard mr. fly buzz around my left ear and then landed at base of computer monitor. I said, Hey! Mr. Fly! Then he flew off elsewhere.

    11:10PM: Mr. Fly lands approx. three inches from bottom right hand corner of radiation screen and I said, Hey! Mr. Fly! Then he flew off elsewhere again. Ok J.B. – knock it off now. Go to sleep!

  • 20071012-Daily Diary

    ‘Shrimpsei’ are you JB?

    Did ‘Garlic’ (aka ‘Bb’) set me up like that while chatting under gxxxxxxx01@yahoo.com with fxxxxxxx68@yahoo.com???

    Something about Egypt and connections in Africa.

    Who are you people?

    Do you know anything about Dagon?

    Are these investors your people?

    Too bad you do not know what Flynn is talking about because I thought you can know what I AM.

  • 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.