Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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Describing my immediate surroundings towards the beginning and a twist to the tale or possible solutions to issues towards the end of some blogs and how they relate to my expectations of the world at large.

  • Early Morning Mass – Day Six

    We missed the fourth and fifth early morning masses for “Simbang Gabi”. Today, we heard the “5pm Youth Choir” perform. Little Claire was there to sing. They were VERY good with harmonies and played instruments well, such as keyboard and guitars. The microphone system made a few howling noises, drowning out their beautiful voices.

    The reception had the normal food of egg sandwiches (my favorite), fresh-cut, wedges of oranges, cookes, porridge (of chicken and vegetables) and of either coffee and tea for drinks. The surprise today was a performance by the “Fil-Am Vets Rondolla”. One guy did a medley for Filipino musics – traditional and a few Christmas. Maw donated some money and we got a CD of ten of their musics.

    This time we didn’t have to put away the tables and chairs. I went to work early again for the third time this year because I’m wide awake.

  • 201012201-Rare Lunar

    For the past few days, I’ve read about how the 2012 could really occur around the total lunar eclipse on 12/20/2010 – 12/21/2010.

    So during the whole night (and prior to being very sleepy around 11:00pm and retiring to bed thereafter), I “sensed” the ladies were working hard to bring the planet’s vibration into harmony. I held my powerwand and two of Shrimpsei’s teenie crystals in my hands and used visualization.

    En route homebound last night and perhaps throughout the daytime yesterday, I saw in my mind’s eye a smiling moon and in its place a white chrysanthemum. I also imagined my dandelion puffs as the moon. Its reflection would be my dandelion roars for the golden sun.

    The moon shone its halo through the foreboding dark clouds of purple and dark gray that evening and again this morning as I willed to temporarily see its moonshine. I had wanted to point the Shrimpsei crystals for a few seconds at the moon.

    At around 6:57pm last night, I felt a tremendous shift in which my “body” moved to the right. I normally face the dinner table in a general northbound direction. At around 7:35am this morning, I sensed a blink out. I was pooping at that time, by the way. It smelled, too!

  • 20121220-Got Gifts

    Tonight, I eyed a nice USPS box from a “friend”. After putting away the laundry (which was washed, folded and ironed by Maw and Paw), I opened the box and saw a white notebook paper, which read as follows:

    Thank you
    for being
    there
    The Boys

    🙂

    Then I dug around the green-colored, 1.5″ inch, cylindrical-shaped packing stuff and felt something solid. It was wrapped in orange-colored tissue paper (not for blowing the nose, of course). Inside this wrapping paper is a 3″ inch by 1.5″ inch, circular-shaped, green-colored object. It’s a trinket (or jewelry) container!

    Green Trinket
    Green Jewelry Container

    It’s the third one! It has three, five-petal flowers with three stones in the center. There is a frog sitting on two of the flowers. There are five butterflies – four small ones and one large one, which has four yellow stones on it. I’ve decided to put my rings inside this one.

    The other goody is an orgone sunburst. It was wrapped in red paper with the designs of three-petals of poinsettia everywhere. I assume that is meant as a Christmas present but opened it up hastily anyway.

    Orgone Sunburst
    Orgone Sunburst

    So there you have it folks: A long-distance friendship reciprocated in the form of hand-held, eye candies. Thank you!

  • 20101217-More Spooks

    Sometime Friday an usher’s wife called Maw and cried to her about the husband wanting to resign from “serving the Lord” that day. There was an incident in which a group of alleged “Viets” got a hold of a locked combination and may have taken some of the contents, which could be microphones and such. The wife then went on to describe how another “Pinoy” usher got a hold of the combination and was trying to sabotage the other usher.

    Here are a few of my theories:

    • The first usher claimed some people might want him to get in trouble.
    • There may be telepathic among the parish members who know of the combination.
    • The first usher “sabotaged” himself to gain favor and sympathy with the priest.
    • The second usher is jealous of the first usher and may have sabotaged the first usher.
    • Someone looked over the shoulders of the first usher.

    —
    And to think I gave the second usher a “half-hug” around his shoulders as he placed his head temporarily on my left shoulder! Had I known earlier, I would have ignored the buffoon. He was waiting behind me during that early morning’s post mass reception, by the way. No wonder the Pinoy lady with the high hair-do and thick eye makeup didn’t give the cad an eye contact. She was near the table to our left.
    —
    Then during the Eurcharist of the 10:45am choir mass on Sunday, we saw the first usher still serving! For whatever reason, it appeared that he had not resigned his post after all the feeling of having of a “heart attack”. The cad is noted for talking harshly with the “Viets” of our parish because they don’t seem to care about cleaning up after themselves during the events held on parish grounds.

    Prior to the closing blessings, the priest announced several events happening and said:

    “[If anything happens, it’s not my problem.]”

    In other words, the damn Asians can take care of themselves.

    —
    Paw had joked earlier about a scenario between the priest and the cads:

    • “Father! We have sinned! We ask for your/the Lord’s forgiveness!”
    • “Sons! You are forgiven. Now go in peace and sin no more!”

    Maw quipped:

    “The ushers are much older than the young priest!”

    —

  • 20101220-More Spooks

    Well, the place is still crawling with spooks. This morning there was a pear-shaped, white guy waiting at the corner of a financial place. Upon my arrival at the particular corner intersection, he fumbled in his right pocket and pulled out a cellphone, obviously to phone in my presence. He was wearing very small shades and was balding.

    As for Tess K., she seemed frustrated that I couldn’t sing the background refrain “Turn around” during Saturday’s karaoke party at the VP’s “regular house” up in Pleasanton, CA by rubbing her forhead (or third eye chakra). Corrinne A. and Leoni R. were also two other former co-workers, who would rub their foreheads around my presence. I guess I’m “rubbing off” on them too much. Hahaha!

    The other two spooks continue to email their sentiments with each other. I’m intentionally leaving my sentiments via emails as an audit trail that TPTB stuck me in this “temp job from hell”. Again I should be grateful for inheriting “fishy scales” to a lesser degree but I wouldn’t know and really don’t care. So back off, you morons!

  • Dizzy Air Shopping

    Yesterday, upon arrival to the stuffy air inside Sears (Eastridge Mall, San Jose, CA), I felt VERY dizzy. The event was near the elevator. And right behind me was a very tall “white lady” holding a walking cane. I thought: “She’s a reptoid.”

    When I grabbed hold of Maw’s walker, the disabled one got irritated that I messed up her walk. Sometimes, I want to knock her head for being such as bitch. Anyway, I heard laughter behind me. Upon hearing these tall ones mock my situation, I raise my left middle finger as if to scratch my left head: I meant to flick off the fools behind me.

    I believe the indoor air of polluting chemicals from the clothes was not circulating and the build-up of carbon dioxide, carbon monoxide and especially methane from the big fat white cow behind me sucked all the good, oxygenated air.

    When we finished shopping two hours later at around 2:00pm or so, the stupid air came out of the ceiling vent, which was directly located overhead where I felt like passing out. The sensation was losing balance, a slight disorientation and blacking out.

    I believe our acrylic jackets were trapping too much heat; thus it caused both Maw and I to feel stuffy.

  • Masonic Team

    Oakland Raiders
    Oakland Raiders

    —
    Yesterday, while impatiently waiting in line with our five, Christmas gift items from Sears (Eastridge Mall, San Jose, CA), I see one customer with lots of clothes – one of which showed the Oakland Raiders logo on the front a shirt.

    Just then something occurred to me: The one-eyed patch covering the right eye of a football player reminds of the Masonic propaganda being sold to beer-bellied, sport fans worldwide! Now I know why certain groups (namely Blacks and Mexicanos) are driven to advertise this NFL team.

    I wished they wake up for once and realize how they are funding TPTB by buying tickets, caps, shirts, pennants and other useless souvenirs, such as bobble-head figurines. By promoting Raiders-related junk, these mindless fans are in actuality paving the way for the NWO. Sheesh.

  • Cherish Charity

    King James Version : 1 Corinthians 13

    13And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.

    —

    Today, Maw and Paw sent Christmas presents to my maternal side of the family. Tonight, one maternal relative wanted greet his Lola, who didn’t want to speak. Paw ended up talking to the guy, who begged for help. Maw got pissed that this relative would dare to ask for a hand out, outright, by calling long distance.

    I got pissed at Maw that she would even think that: It’s not nice to not “help” when someone is in need. She didn’t “earn” that wealth by refusing to send the beggar the taxpayer’s money.

    “Your (late) Lola Valing may have been poor but she never begged for anything. She didn’t introduce us to her rich relatives in Lumbang.”

    ~Maw during tonight’s dinner.

  • 20101218-Noticing Numbers

    I’m viewing some YouTube videos by the whitehouse. I see that the duration of the “President Obama Signs Tax Cuts and Unemployment Insurance Legislation” video is 13:11 minutes. I noticed that the double tassels to the two flags flanking in the background and on either side of the President are colored not in golden yellow but in red, white and blue.

    In the “President Obama on Afghanistan-Pakistan Review“, the duration of this YouTube video is 10:11 minutes. The event occurred just right after I posted an image showing a Filipino U.S. solider wearing a black heart on the right side of his helmet. The news link was about Afghanistan, by the way.

    Last night, I followed a half-sized, yellow-colored school bus en route to the VP’s. The lower right hand corner had the black markings that read: W-144.

    The other day, I followed a mini-SUV with a license plate number ending in 311.

    For the most part, the double digits continue to show up on atomic clocks, odo/speedometer readings, CA license plate numbers, screen shots, date stamps on spreadsheets, websites, etc.

  • 20101216-Thumbs Down

    On 12/16/10, I replied to one of my favorite “conspiracy” site proudly powered by WordPress. One could tell with a little smiley face located somewhere on the page.

    It’s a discussion thread about “Creepy Robot Pop Star” featuring a robot dressed up almost like a human with very big MAN hands and dancing to music along with four Japanese dancers in the background.

    So far I’ve earned six “thumbs down” for being sarcastic. That’s what I do best: make people think positive of this alleged “trans-humanist” trend instead of negative regarding bio-units incorporated into metallic components.

    Honestly, I did cry at the beauty of creation, even if its intelligence is artificial. Not all should be considered bad.

  • Open Forum Nutballs

    Whatever or whoever is running the show of this planet happens to be entities (humans, aliens, hybrids) with natural telepathic abilities and other technological advances. Unfortunately for most, they are nutballs, prone to depression and other forms of addiction, such as drugs, alcohol and smoking. They belong to none and all groups imaginable, infilitrating politics, relationships and religion.

    Last night I read a disturbing and not entirely inappropriate thread posted on an OPEN forum discussion board. The poster entered a bunch of words jumbled together – incoherently and in a drunken state. I replied on the miscellaneous topic and suggest the spook post his thoughts on a personal weblog. Of course the forum moderator assured that his content is fine by him. I should just stop participating with these highly specialized, reincarnated spooks, who troll the place like nasty little ticks filled up with blood sucked from my scalp.

  • Karaoke Kringles

    Like an opera singer, I sang the “Twelve Days of Christmas” of which I got an applause! Bahaha! The microphones reverberation did a good job on my quick singing. But I didn’t score well. My voice is not good for modern, “urban-type” music, which Tess K. excelled that night. One Asian guy sang a nice tune by Peebo Bryson. His voice almost sounds like Peebo.

    Paw kept asking questions and got to talk with the full-time staff. Again, I do not see myself working full-time with this company – the “Plan B”. I’m still counting on “Plan A”. “Plan C” would have been like Wikileaks. Then again no one would believe “aliens” (good, bad and fuglies) run the show of this planet. “Plan D” is still uncertain.

    I got a chance to talk very briefly to most (but not all) of the team members. Everyone is supposed to vacate the property at around 3:00am. I didn’t see anyone willing to get severely drunk at the vice presidents home.