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.

  • 20060503-Devoted Birth

    Ah yes. It’s another Wednesday and the third of the month of May. I thought there would not be any nice weather but some fluffy white clouds came out and so did the sun. There seems to be a white mistiness hovering in the air against the green hills in recent days.

    There was a trail cloud nearby and I took a couple of pictures. Now that I have access to a faster connection I will be able to upload as many beautiful pictures of the clouds and flowers.

    I no longer have to be the impatient person sitting on a hard back breaking chair. I will convince Brat to give me his old leather chair and possibly reimburse him for a new one instead.

    Today I was not in the mood to answer any personal phone call. And why should I? No one calls me on my cell phone anyways! This goes to show that my privacy is important.

    I save my brain from too much exposure to the waves emanating from the device and there is a little dot attached to it to reduce whatever could possible burn one’s ear holes.

    I did, however, had to return an important phone call and hope everything will be fine for everyone. I love processing paper works. It’s what I do for a living. My purpose is to bring hope.

    Little happened at work today with the exception of a top person was publicly humiliated. Some kid actually had the empowerment not to be stepped upon; unlike some people who smelled their way upward. I see two possible reasons why this could happen: quota and improvements.

    But I am not an expert and would rather take the backseat and watch the scenery unfold. My suspicion is that they like to work their way from the backdoor or from the bottom up to get to the real target, which could be no other than an important person like a novice writer right now.

    I will not speculate the reasons for people being treated as this individual has gone through. All I could share for today is that one’s fall is another’s rise. Paws day is to be recognized as a symbol of strength and devotion. He is stubborn but very patient as his Taurus bull sign dictates.

    He was born in a small province called Tuy, Batangas in Philippines. I do not know much about this place but there were lots of sugar canes and the popular fish sauce called Bagoong from Balayan, which is another province nearby.

    The stories of his childhood were not many. He did tell of having worms; walking without foot coverings; saving money for the bus; pooping with is next younger brother, Gigolo, underneath the house of his grandbio-units; crying for his mother because of working the fields of his grandbio-units; hearing the bird crying at the birth Gigolo; and being fed rice, soy sauce and coffee as his childhood sustenance.

    I know that Paw is a strong person. He does not say much and is always quiet, like me. I believe his rage is well hidden underneath his calm outward appearance of any Taurus sign and is rarely shown unless provoked by his wife or his son. What he does say or at least try to express is very difficult for him because English is not his first language.

    His passion is organizing, such as his recyclables and garbage. His hard work on his gardening and his paper works at his favorite wooden desk, which Maw and I bought for him on his birthday years ago, are two other main activities of his. He does get very particular with making sure his tools are well clean and put away properly in their places; just like his paper works.

    Sometimes he watches television with the sound turned very softly that I could not hear all that well. That’s not bad for someone older than me. Sports statistics are his forte. He would ramble on about people and other miscellaneous tidbits that would make me lose my train of thoughts. He does remember birthdays and anniversaries too.

    Politics is another major influence on him. He did mention that he used to go the City Hall in the Philippines and listen to the people speak of various agendas. Currently, he has to be weaned off of watching too much media driven programs regarding an administration that he totally dislikes.

    I know that Paw is devoted to his bio-units. He worked in the Navy and would be out to shore for nine months of the year as he left his bio-units and wife to cry. He would throw up because of motion sickness; get flu from Okinawa, Japan and haul gifts on his back through the same snow to get on the ship for his bio-units and friends.

    Paw is a generous guy because he did sponsor his sister to become a nurse, which was and still is a highly regard professions among Filipinos.’ He would sponsor other relatives to live and stay at his house during our growing years. During parties of those relatives, we would be the one to gift the largest amount. He did not forget Brat and me.

    Paw is a sentimental guy. Buying a simple birthday card would bring tears to his eyes. Today, I bought a card and found the same one from another year that I forgot to give! Any card that I chose has to mean something to me and the recipient. And he hugged me and said, ‘Thank you.’

    There are no days when his daily routine would not be broken. Every morning he eats one orange; one apple; two toast and warmed milk. Every afternoon he exercises. Every evening he eats his banana; sometimes does the dishes and always does the trash. Every night he takes forever in the bathroom. The pattern is very noticeable.

    This is the day Paw is born and we celebrated by going out to dinner. All five us (which included Twit) enjoyed our steaks and a desert of chocolate cake drowned in hot fudge and topped with vanilla ice cream. The night out was simple. Paw and I were the quietest; while Maw and Brat were talkative.

    I drove the Benz to and from our house because it’s the least I could do to reduce the anxiety of Brat’s already hyperactive mode. Driving at night is not too hard for me but my eyes are getting somewhat weaker and my sense of direction is getting there.

    My night is spent uploading the updates and installing other programs into my new faster computer. I’ve moved Brat’s bedroom furniture around again and my computer workstation on one side of the wall closest to the door. I could now rest in my bedroom and work at any time in the other room.

    I think I should rest now because this has been another busy day on Paws blessed day of sixty some odd years so far. I know that he will remember that we are still the bio-units he loves and he is proud to have the role of a caring father.

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    Wednesday May 3, 2006 – 11:59pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060501-Gold Luck

    1. Gold Zapper

    I love gold, especially my zapper from South Africa. The device arrived today in a white envelope with the prettiest stamps of five: one green bird; two green butterflies and two fish of blue and orange.

    I opened the package up on 08:55PM; dropped one of two batteries; read the personal ‘thank you’ note written on a red card and excitedly strapped on the device to my right calf. As a matter of fact, I was thinking about my internet order since yesterday.

    My right calf immediately started to twitch. This twitch has been ongoing since 1996 after receiving a nice red bullet like souvenir from my vacation at Philippines. I think this was after we visited our ancestral hills, which had tall grasses for biting critters to hide and jump on unsuspecting tourists from America.

    I bought this zapper because I like the idea of the white band to strap on the arm or leg. The contours of the body make for zappers to slide off easily unless secured with clothes, for example. The band is quite comfortable and not constricting.

    The freedom to move about is great while I zap away my critters. I have to move it around when it gets itchy or uncomfortable; could choose different parts of the body and not have to worry of its whereabouts.

    2. Orgonite Experiences

    As I continue this blog, I would like to share today’s experiences that may be related to my newest orgonite purchase. Usually, there would be copters flying around my house. And one copter did flyby my neighborhood prior to my 05:00PM arrival at home.

    At around 09:22AM this morning and on my usual road going towards Highway 101, I passed by a large white and very clean pick up truck. This ‘watcher’ did not follow me but instead pulled out from its parked position and made a U-turn. I noticed a ‘homeless’ cyclist pedaling from the point of my intersection.

    Trail clouds were being laid on the West coast hills of the Bay Area this morning. Around 02:50PM, I noticed a trail cloud above our twelve story building cutting towards the circular buildings in a westward direction.

    I continued to limp to my car parked on the first floor of the garage. My bum right knee was painful from overexertion during Brat’s move yesterday. And I hardly got up my chair from work because my knees wouldn’t bend all that well.

    We left the building to go to the hotel (on the same block of the convention center) where a meeting of our company took place. I intercepted a co-worker and we used the restroom; walked into the meeting late and, instead of standing the whole time, left some co-workers and in a few minutes found myself a seat on the very front.

    I clapped my hands like a robot cue; drank my bottled water when I felt dry and kept my face neutral the whole time. The main guy of the company was speaking at the time and I think he kept looking at my direction. I like to think I’m popular. But I am a worker like everyone who listened to the d

    The presentation was not that long as I sat very still and kept my spine erect in order to minimize pain from yesterday’s move of ‘Brat’s. My name was up on the projector screen to show people who worked three years and I raised both arms up in elation. There were a few that reached six or more years.

    Later the reception included lots of food, drinks and dessert. I ate only three sushi rolls, a chocolate covered strawberry and one hot cup of coffee. I took home a chocolate chip cookie, which I will eat later. I only talked with one co-worker from the finance department. There were too many people and decided to leave at 04:30PM.

    At 04:45PM, the sylphs continued to transmute a single trail cloud being laid over Mt. Hamilton, CA. The clear blue skies have made the whole day quite pleasant and this blissful feeling encouraged me to sing of friendship and love to the sylphs as I drove home from the hotel.

    About 09:20PM, this sharp pungent odor, which may be from a stink bomb, filled the night air. I immediately closed all the windows upstairs and hope my ionizer could filter away this stinky smelly.

    The zapper shocked my leg at little bit at 09:32PM and I simultaneously heard a sharp sound to my right side where my dresser is located. Whenever my system is jolted, there would be the sound of a rap or a tap somewhere inside my bedroom.

    3. Good Luck

    This orgonite unit could not have come on a better day because Brat is now living in his new house. Once again there is no co-incidence and the fact that both the receipt of zapper and his first night at his new house are considered lucky to me, at least.

    Two people, who found each other, are lucky and in love. This is like finding gold at the end of the rainbow. Rainbows are colorful but seem to appear a little after the storm. And the storm in this house is no longer.

    This house is now quiet and calmer after the fighting that has been occurring between Maw and Brat. I am not that afraid being alone upstairs as long as I have my nightlight while sleeping and my 100 watt light bulb to keep my bedroom brightly lit while blogging.

    My convincing him to live in his new house on Mayday, which is the first of May today, is a good way to start his life away from home and towards a new beginning. In addition, I couldn’t wait to find a way to get the faster computer and DSL line leftover from him.

    The first separation prompted Brat to call home several times to obtain his bio-unit’s blessings and to feel the comfort of knowing his bio-units is still with him even when he is away from home.

    We brought: ear swabs of cotton; paper towels and toilet paper; his miniature crucifix; his a magnet of two squirrels which is now on the fridge; his laundry; two headless Sanrio pillows and his two stuff bears of dark brown and honey colored Pooh.

    My bio-units lectured to the couple and we all had the chance to meet the next door neighbors, who are elderly Asians. Twit spoke their language and I too will have to learn by taking classes when I retire early soon enough.

    My new beginning is possible because this morning I spoke with my bio-units about cleaning both his room and the guest room. I apologized to them tonight and took responsibility for everything that went wrong.

    My goal is to clean up the mess instilled into Brat’s malleable mind and reconcile the hurt between his folks and him. I will provide only positive feedback and better counseling skills by asking lots of questions and listening with the benefit of a doubt.

    As in my previous blog entry, Mayday is not just for the hard workers or fertility festivities but is: good in the receipt of my internet purchase; lucky in the new life of Brat and golden of having hoped to further reconcile our differences.

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    Monday May 1, 2006 – 10:22pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060501-May Day

    Today is ‘May Day’, which is a nice way to start the first day of a month. I see on the news several worldwide rallies and protests for hard workers, who want to make their lives more productive and easier. I hope that the employers could afford all the benefits that should make their employees happier.

    The phrase ‘May Day’ reminds me of distress messages being transmitted from pilots. I do not believe in co-incidences but maybe the workers protesting worldwide today signals yet another attempt to divert us from the real help.

    The real help should be for the newborn babies that experience the effects of DU, which is depleted uranium. The horrendous results show the infants looking like little monsters. Their eyes are red in color, their skins are peeled off and sometimes there are parts missing, added or enhanced.

    Humans are not monsters and that is the truth. Humans are not meant to be bred; to work or to be treated like animals. Humans are divine in spirit and have yet to share the beauty of good.

    I notice that the media tends to emphasize more on the events of today’s working class than on the events of the warring nations. War is by far more detrimental to both the environment of our planet and the psyche of our people, especially to both the working soldiers and the general public.

    Jobs for workers are everywhere and there is no way anyone could enjoy working when there is radiation in the air, soil and water. People coming out of wars may live with sustained and lifelong injuries to the body and with PTSD, which post traumatic stress disorder, to the mind.

    Immigrants who work across the borders should feel privileged to take their hard earned pennies back home to help their families and to build their communities. I do not appreciate that some groups would make a big deal by not working if they are legal or not.

    By the way, there are legal citizens that need jobs while working under the watchful eyes of the government here. I do not see the same folks making too much noise in public for their part of living the dream. Basic dreams should be to survive and enjoy what little is earned.

    I would prefer the popularity of May Day that once allowed the Industrial Workers to celebrate the socio-economic achievements of the working class be celebrated like the spring festivities of fertility. I am referring to the Maypole where dancers would encircle with decorations of streamers and flowers.

    People should remember springtime and appreciate being alive for once and having at least a descent job to feed the family instead of complaining about better treatment by employers. My co-workers were starving and angry this morning because restaurants were closed.

    People should remember that many have suffered as a result to make any improvements and that is where we need to work together to find the solutions.

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

  • 20060430-Merry Moving

    Today, I’ve helped Brat move his property from this house into his new one. Twit was also there and was amazingly strong to have picked up boxes I would consider heavy for me. Both have careers in the IT departments so they are used to handling the computers at work.

    I went downstairs and greeted my bio-units but silence was forthcoming. I drank two cups of hot coffee brewed by Maw from downstairs. This silent treatment does not bother me one bit because, by nature, my personality is to say little and to stay quiet most of the time.

    The twosome left unannounced to an unknown location. This is very unusual and shows how manipulative old timers could be especially when their old worlds are being undone by a couple of spoiled children of theirs, who want freedom.

    I refuse their playing victims of not being respected during the couple’s first move together. I could be wrong and maybe should have asked Brat if he requested their assistance.

    I was already wrapping the coins of Brat when he asked me in angry tone to help him move some of his boxed up property downstairs around 11:00AM. I could not understand why he glared at me for not sounding too co-operative initially.

    I should have stopped him right there and told him off with that kind of attitude. But I knew this was yet another opportunity to lose my weight and raise my heartbeat, which should flush out stagnant blood throughout my sedentary system.

    So I grumbled to myself as usual and forced myself to offer whatever time I had today. I was feeling grimy and had to take a quick shower prior to exerting my precious effort and energy to make their move smoother.

    Brat, however, did notice that I was already out of breath within five minutes after going up and down the stairs to bring down the lightest boxes. At least, I was neither seeing stars, yellow spots or sparkling dots in the front of my eyes nor feeling dizzy.

    The first trip included his boxes of clothes and other essential; while the second trip included his gadgets for hobbies. A third trip to include his two kayaks of plastic (to take) and Greenland (to leave) and his three remaining bicycles, which he will bike one for each week from here to his house, would have been nice.

    I was hoping to go back the second time immediately after unloading the first batch but had to stay to bring the rest upstairs at Brat’s request. This took another one hour or so and wasn’t feeling comfortable being there without Twits approval too.

    I had a stomach ache from eating the ice cream from the ice cream truck, which mysteriously appeared in front of their new house while the song ‘Fur Elise’ played at 11:55AM. ‘Namaste’! I said to the driver (or one of my many ‘watchers’) after Brat and I got our sweets.

    The second trip was much faster. Because I felt stronger after the initial flush of ice cream, bottled water and a carbonated drink afterward. Also, I felt little pain of exertion due to doing my simple stretches and exercises, which helps to keep the flabby skin under control and to strengthen my muscles.

    Afterward, we dropped off the extra boxes at the trash section of her condominium. We then ate at a Vietnamese restaurant. We each ate US8.00 notes worth of meal. And since I am elder sister to the couple, I offered to pay. My first credit card maxed out and had to use my second of six cards to pay a total of US43.00 notes.

    This is my expression of hard work well done. Together we could make happiness possible. Although Brat had sentiment that my bio-units were not there to help with the physical move, I mentioned that the old timers cannot be there all the time.

    That is why my role is the middle person, who would give them my blessing on behalf of these old fashioned people. I would support Brat, who seems to really want the bio-units to participate more in his new life.

    Today was a merry move for new beginnings on another clear blue sky and crispy fresh air. I am currently playing on my laptop one of Vaihi‘s album of mostly Tahitian words, which I cannot understand. The other foreign languages I could understand are Tagalog and very basic Japanese and French.

    The palm trees surrounding my neighborhood seem to sway and beacon me to come back to my past incarnate home somewhere in the Pacific and away from the place I existed for three long decades with the strong figure head of Paw and the hot headed likes of Maw.

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  • 20060428-Heaven’s Hell

    A little white car passed in front of me with a license plate that took me awhile to decipher. After a couple of minutes of mouthing the letters slowly, my brain finally realized what the message meant. I smiled and thought of preferring heaven over hell anytime. While in my car, I knew this would make another masterpiece in blog.

    Although the traffic was slow as usual around 08:22AM and on my way to work along northbound Highway 101, I came to believe that this little sign of hope crossed my path to prod me onward with only good thoughts and positive attitudes. The partially cloudy morning did indicate that I have better work on making today another smooth one.

    Upon arrival at work at 08:35AM, there were little donuts and bagels leftover. Usually there should be more remaining around 09:00AM but at least I’ve gotten a half portion of dry donuts, which I will wash down with the brown coffee of yuck later on from work. This should start the day out fine with some sweets.

    I sat down at my cubicle; immediately whipped out my passwords and logged online to process my credit card payments, which are all close to being maxed out. I have a total of six credit cards that I hope to one day bring down to zero balance and close out altogether. Living on credit is no fun and dwelling on cash is only an illusion.

    Hoping for lots of money is hell when there is none to be found. Experiencing anger and betrayal continues to challenge any prospective recipient of any good deal. The feeling could be similar to a practical joke I saw on television where people thought they won the lottery on fake numbers given by family members.

    Living without lots of money is hell after wealth has been enjoyed. Personally, if I worked hard to earn my place in society and suddenly fell off the ladder of success, I would feel very depressed and perhaps quite vengeful. I do not know anyone who would expect death as the next means to salvation of soul or peace of mind.

    Today, my little piece of heaven was feeling the euphoric buzz from drinking the US5.95 note worth of a tall frosty sized mug of margarita with salt and lime, which I did not squeeze into my beverage for extra flavor. For lunch, my co-workers and I walked a few blocks at a Mexican restaurant where I had my fill of the chicken wrap for around US8.95 notes.

    The day once again was filled with high hopes, cool breezes, clear blue skies and good company. Walking on ugly, yet comfortable low heel shoes of fake leather, black color has made my brief trips between the restaurant and the twelve story building tolerable. There were nice flowering bushes that lined the side walks and very small orange blossoms from low ground covers of which I wanted to take pictures.

    Heaven is further expanded when I got a chance to chat with a new twenty year old, Yahoo! Member, who happens to play guitar. I do not understand why people mostly of Middle Eastern or South Asian Indian descent and younger lads ten years or more my junior would want to chat with me. My astrological reports indicated my future mate, if any, is an older guy by the way.

    Maybe it’s my black hair or my aura that attracts certain would be perpetrators. I do not consider any Yahoo! chatters my general public but rather curious strangers in need to connect with potential friends, like me. I love chatting and the fact that this service is available allows me to further practice my writing skills.

    I was feeling good from the alcohol and that reflected on my chatting messages, which I could archive and retrieve later on for documentation during my down times. According to this member, my personality was shown as humorous, outgoing and more positive. This is who I am deep inside without the need for alcohol, which would have allowed him to take advantage of me.

    Since my ego, like my already big head, is larger than life, I tend burn the candle at both ends and leave people to their own devices. Later I started to show no interest with this guy who, like most Yahoo! chatters, is out for only one thing. If they wanted to really get to know me, my Yahoo! 360 blogs are available for viewing and e-mailing is another option to track these members.

    Heaven is nice weather and nice people. Hell is evil money driven by bad people. If I were to choose between heaven and hell, I’d be a happy woman among people who could enjoy life with all its natural simplicity without depending on money, alcohol or other sinful experiences to further degrade the human souls.

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  • 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.

  • 20060426-Blessing Dark

    After Paw answered the phone around 07:20PM and after he walked upstairs in his underwear to hand me the phone, Brat requested me that I come over and help clear the outside and inside of his property. He said to bring my smudge and I immediately got dressed.

    I fumbled around in my drawers in search of the remaining stalks of the fragrant sage and found two inside the plastic bag. I’ve not used the rest in the past six years and I told myself to purchase more of these plants for clearing the environment. I’m a novice but have learned to respect ancient healing methods whenever possible.

    So I went downstairs and grabbed two of three holy waters in plastic white bottles from the sacred space of our Christian alter: picture of Sacred Heart; miniature statuettes of Fatima and St. Joseph; hanging plaques of prayers; candles and other assortments of reverence.

    My vest and jacket pockets were stuffed with bottles of holy water and my cell phone, which never rings. My back light blue jean pockets had my circular shaped, magnetic removers for protection of my rear.

    My already heavy, black leather bag had the mini-torch for lighting; my two remaining smudges; a three legged turquoise circular container to catch the burning embers and a pyramid-shaped HHG for extra protection.

    I arrived at the designated place, which is my first to clear other than my home. Brat seemed to be talking on the phone. He wondered what this acid burned, red colored mini SUV truck, which had no license or license plate, was doing parked opposite his new house.

    Prior to leaving my home, I visualized my personal clearing and thought of only goodness. The first action I took was sprinkling holy water around the front of the house and then lawns of his sidewalk and front yard. Later I went through the front door; into the inside of the house and out to the backyard to perform the same sprinkling of holy water.

    I did not have any particular prayer prepared and repeated familiar ones from my Catholic upbringing. The only intention was to offer clearing and removal of any stuck energies. My next task was to use the smudge which I lighted several times until success was made.

    I didn’t want to burn up a lot at one time and had only a few minutes to perform my novice rituals. Brats’ friend does hers professionally and I know she could read anyone like an open book. Honestly, I would feel naked around her and have a hard time thinking nice thoughts.

    Anyway, I slowly worked the smudge around the back sides of the house and got to every nook and cranny that seemed too constricting. The place seemed full of pressure, which is similar to my head pressure as I blog this sentence at around 10:02PM. I later worked the backyard, which has been cleaned by a gardener this week.

    Next I went inside the first floor of the house from a counter clockwise position. I started from the backyard door to the bio-unit room, the living room, the bathroom, the garage and lastly the kitchen.

    I don’t know what the difference is with the direction of my method. I happen to be right handed and felt like I had to start on the right side of my walking. I only know that the smell of the smudge was working inside the house and up my nose.

    I slowly walked upstairs and marked each step, which are ten; then one miniature landing; and four more. I wondered if the couple wiped down the hand rails of the stairways yet.

    I got my bearing and worked to two bedrooms and walked inside each closet. Then the laundry room area started getting stronger. By the time I got to the bathroom area with one toilet and one shower and tub section, Brat felt his arm hairs stand on ends.

    My head pressure is currently building up more as I compose this sentence at 10:10PM. I felt something clear as my heart beats swooned. There was a section of two wash basins directly opposite this bathroom. The portal between this wash basin area and the third bedroom to was smudged especially well.

    From the third bedroom and its closet, I went through the hallway and into the master bedroom. The master bathroom was well lighted with two more wash basins to the right with a Jacuzzi bath to the right and shower to its right.

    The little toilet was straight ahead and compact. I didn’t like this tight space. The adjacent master closet was between this toilet room and the shower. I took my time in this closet and went upstairs later on to clear a second time with holy water also.

    They claimed there was some blood stains on the wall behind this glass door to this master closet. I said my prayers and told whatever was stuck to go away in peace. My head pressure continues as I compose this sentence at 10:15PM but not as strong as in the first bathroom scenario.

    I then used the remaining holy water to purify the inside of the house but did not sprinkle as liberally as outside. I didn’t want to wet down the wooden floor or the painted walls because Twit was there and wasn’t sure if she would approve of me wetting her new house.

    The clearing session was over in a few minutes and packed up my property so I could go home. Brat claimed the energy from the smudge was especially strong around the bathroom upstairs, which faces the next door neighbor’s house.

    A big, one and a half inch, brown spider crawled on my bedroom wall directly opposite from my blogging space at 10:20PM. I captured the big spider with my drinking plastic glass and used one of the note pad sized, page of my calendar to cover the glass.

    I showed Brat, who was playing his usual war games of shooting the enemies and he said to throw it outside where it could live. I decided to flush the critter down its watery grave into the toilet downstairs at 10:25PM. I flushed it twice to make sure the sewers directly below washed that entity away. The second flush seemed weaker than the first.

    Anyway, I shall continue with my story. We both came home at the same time with Brat five minutes later and we ate dinner. With Maw’s pleadings, we had to drive back to his home.

    I dug around one of the upright plastic drawers on wheels, which is located in closet across from our front door, to find a descent night light for the blessed statuettes that my bio-units bought two days ago.

    I couldn’t find any night light for the sacred objects and took the pretty one from my bedroom. It looked like a miniature frosted lampshade. I think I want it back because I need to my night light to sleep. I get spooked and bit suffocated at night if my bedroom is totally dark.

    We drove to his place and I plugged the night light to the right side of their temporary sacred space. This makes the house less dim and oppressive. Whenever there are objects of reverence, there should be light somewhere nearby. The inside looked much better with that night light turned on.

    I think this particular blog ran too long and my hair is still wet from my shower, which should further remove any cooties left over from my ghost busting or clearing activities earlier tonight at Brats’ new house. I hope he feels much better after my help.

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  • 20060426-Blessed Day

    Today is glorious, which describes the whole day perfectly. The morning had some overcast sheen of white with sylphs floating in and around the light purple and grayish cloud formations.

    By noontime, the whole sky became brighter, clearer and bluer. The air is crispy and the vibration all around is calm and uplifting. Light winds seem flow among the trees.

    Today reminds me of rosary prayers called ‘The Glorious Mysteries’ (said on Wednesdays and Sundays). This is one of three mysteries of the Holy Rosary with the other two being ‘The Joyful Mysteries’ (said on Mondays and Saturdays) and ‘The Sorrowful Mysteries’ (said on Tuesdays and Fridays).

    This is a helpful meditative tool created by and for Catholics. Personally, I think the rosary beads is similar to any prayer beads used by other religions, especially her Buddhism. The differences are the prayers and the utilization of the string of beads.

    Today is a blessing Brats new house. There is no real connection for a blessing between Twit’s auspicious belief between the hours of 11:30AM to 01:30PM and ours being on a glorious day of the week. I like to consider both versions are good luck.

    Maw called me at work around 11:00AM today and I wasn’t too sure about going to Brats’ new house. I asked her last night if my presence at the blessing was fine with her. Her bad English may have been better expressed as more of an invitation rather than a dry statement my not having to go.

    I managed to arrive at home around 11:30AM and all three of us were in a hurry to get to their new house to avoid being late. When we got there, we found two unorthodox events.

    First, Brat was not present and we saw him walk from work to his new home after some two minutes of our arrival. Second, Twit was already with her mother and older sister. My first impression was that this was yet another bad sign but quickly inserted only good thoughts.

    The fact that she came first has smacked into our face of our tradition already. Both people are black sheep of each bio-unit by the way. So this is no surprise if they go by their own rules at the expense of old traditional values.

    We got out of the Mazda sedan and quickly unloaded the trunk. We heard Brat already getting mad at Twit for not waiting for both him and her to enter the new house together for the blessing. Maw instructed her son not to get mad at Twit in front of us again.

    This is because she will forever be clueless because that is the way she is and has been brought up with no understanding of basic etiquette before coming to America. Our goal was to drop off the items, talk to those people and leave right away.

    We believe both should have waited for us to symbolically bring in our tradition as well. For any new house, the couple should be present along with a few member of the bio-unit. Each side should hold at least something new to bring into the house.

    Symbols of abundance in food, such as sugar, salt, flour, rice and water, were brought in. We added a box of raisin brand cereal, cookies, crackers and chocolate, which Twit doesn’t consume. Other symbols of good luck were brought into the new house. These were new flash lights, batteries, anti-histamines, pain-killers and candles.

    Yesterday, my bio-unit bought three Catholic items of reverences, such as two statues of Fatima and Sacred Heart and a wooden crucifix. All four of us woke up early at 06:00AM and brought these items into the back of our church where the old priest was supposed to have blessed these items and us at 07:30AM. He was late around 07:55AM. Brat was late for his work.

    Brat left for work immediately after the blessing and the three of us stayed for the daily 08:00AM mass where mostly older folks would normally pray. I had to go home because joining my bio-units for breakfast would not allow me time to reach work.

    I saw four good looking police officers intercepting speeding motorists on my road again today as I did yesterday as well. I was fantasizing about meeting them but had to boil and eat my blocks of dried noodles for breakfast. At 09:11AM, I left my home to go to work and took my time for I was enjoying the nice day with my car windows rolled down.

    All I could do is be an optimistic person although there are striking differences between both cultures. Both Brat and she are in love and I do not want to get too involve with their mess. I am most certainly sure that Twits’ side did not approve but they too have no other choice but to play along as the three of us do.

    The day is both a blessing and a disappointment. I will leave work early today to find out what will transpire in the upcoming days (or years). My hope is for only happiness, long life and good luck for anyone who may have encountered blue days. The blue skies above, furthermore, should imprint into our psyche that better days are always presented in some fashion.

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  • 20060424-Calm Reflection

    I love calm, stillness and quiet. There is nothing more serene than to be able to think clearly when there is no noise, distraction or worry. My performance is enhanced when I’m especially able to tune into my inner guidance for my blogs.

    Yesterday’s hysterical performances by both Brat and Maw would be considered the storm. Each had their versions of how their own worlds should operate and why those opinions stood firm and unmovable. Both got loud inside the new house and later on outside the front garden.

    The stupid Twit stood nearby either looking clueless or gloating happily. I find their heated arguments can never be reconciled due to the fact that neither would give each other the chance to be heard. Both do not listen to what the other is saying and right there is the problem.

    Their behavior is as strong as a storm. Storms are weathers of hail, rain, snow, thunder and lightening but also of very fast winds. Their anger is like lots of hot air being blown out of their mouths with imaginary steam escaping from their ears.

    Arguments, like storms, are ferocious at first. The pent up energy has nowhere to go but to find the targets. Unfortunately, the destructive forces leave behind a mess and sometimes hurt those caught in its wake.

    But the mechanism for storms is always cleansing. Without these movements causing the destruction, there is no room for creation. There seems to be life after devastation and renewal after damage.

    After all that has been done and said, I have learned that no one could avoid at least one hard lesson in life. Maw especially had a rude awakening yesterday and felt she did the best for her children. She cried to me knowing that her days are over as a bio-unit.

    This is sad to know that someone so strong in fighting spirit could be so vulnerable in being alone. I tried to hold my tongue lashings as I listened to her sobbing of dejection and betrayal. This is not new to me because I have had my share of awakening to my weird world.

    Her forgiveness was given to me for whatever hurtful comments she may have overheard last night from upstairs while eavesdropping on my conversation with Brat. As a matter of fact, I do not recall the details of my conversation because my memory bank does not store unessential data well.

    An apology to Maw is still pending. My help to my bio-units is still available while living at home. I hope she understands that the dinner plate, which she put out on the counter for me tonight, is greatly appreciated. This is a sign to show that she cares in spite of the hurt she has experienced from both her bio-units and relatives.

    The day after the storm that had hit our lives is calmer and I reflect upon the events that lead up to the disagreements among us humans. We are not perfect and have been patient to learn all that we could about each other. There are many times that I could have given up fighting for any cause and gone my separate way to live happily ever after.

    I am still waiting to be a happy woman as a matter of fact. I have yet to conquer not the world in all its failings or my shortcomings of being human but to take by storm the lower based entities that dare to worm their way through my bio-units and friends.

    After thought: I wonder if the airheads would come to their senses after Sunday’s storm and offer an apology soon for those who cleaned their new house and cleared their front garden. After all, taking the first step to put one’s pride down is always the hardest and this couple has a long way to go.

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  • 20060423-Completely Confused

    I have good news and bad news. Good news is I am still me. Bad news is I am confused.

    Am I really free to choose my own path in this lifetime? Or has everything in my life been planned out from the beginning? I am stuck the middle once again and do not know how to begin!

    First, I believe that everyone has been given the ability to choose which path to take in any one lifetime. I think this is called free-will. Second, I believe that everyone has been placed in a perfect position to learn from each other. I think this is called pre-destination. Which one is correct?

    I cannot believe one or the other and may believe that both concepts co-exist. There is this strange balance that is very hard for me to achieve. And I’ve been tested so many times that I think my brain could explode!

    I have tried to find solutions by thinking with my head and by feeling with my heart. Yet, neither method could come to any clear conclusion. I think I do not fully understand my purpose and I feel my small voice is not heard as a result.

    ‘What am I to do next?’ I ask myself. I stand at another cross road and may consider doing nothing once again and letting the events all around me fall into their nice places. There are too many weird things happening recently and I cannot find my own answers.

    Today there have been two cries for help. One was by Brat and the other one was by Maw I wish to be there for both of them. I tried to help both and failed each time in their eyes. Or have I failed but myself?

    This morning my bio-units and I helped to clean the new house and garden of Brat. We worked together fine for four hours straight from 11:00AM to 03:00PM. The disappointment was that Brat denied ever requesting our help when Paw spoke with him over the phone. No wonder Twit was surprised to see us three over at her house.

    This evening my bio-units realized that children are meant to be set free. We four have lived together fine for over three decade. The disappointment was that Maw realized providing help to her children is no longer needed. No wonder both Brat and I are not too happy living this long at this house.

    Both events that have crossed my path today indicated that help was clearly needed. Based on my inner guidance, I would conclude that the only solution to both events is to help whenever requested and with unconditional love. This ideal would have a happy ending.

    However, when the request for help is unwanted, the choice is clear. There is no need to provide further help to people who do no seek or ask due to the fact that the appreciation won’t always be reciprocated to the giver of kindness, compassion or understanding.

    The main conflict of interests is between the Self and the outside world. Each person is allowed the opportunity to choose between being nice or mean or between generous and selfish. The results are then weighed in the end.

    My conclusion for the meantime may be this: There is no perfect solution. I hate that neutral answer but this is the best that I could offer. And as each event presents itself to any one person, there is only hope that peace prevails no matter what happens to me or anyone else.

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  • 20060423-Cleaning Chaos

    I was awakened twice by Paw knocking on my bedroom door. I couldn’t wake up because of going to bed early last night; waking up early this morning; composing a three hour blog; and sleeping another four hours to make up for lost hours of beauty rest.

    Brat called us from his new home around 10:00AM. He needed help in cleaning the house. I loaded up the trunk of the Mazda with Maws wooden basket of orange drinks, bottled waters and bear claw pastries; one vacuum cleaner; two sweeping brooms; two dust holders; one mop and one floor sweeper, which was the same one they bought today but never used.

    We arrived with the usual lack of manners from her, which is typical of her kind because I’ve encountered many before her. I had expected her to come out and greet my bio-units and me and to help us unload our cleaning tools. I do not understand why two people need to change the front door handles and locks and why continued to smile from the front door.

    I ‘manned’ the vacuum cleaner downstairs while the mostly wooden floor of maple was swept by Maw and mopped by Paw for about one hour. Another hour or so was spent by me vacuuming the upstairs carpet of light beige and newly installed marble flooring. We did not bother doing the bathrooms.

    The cleaning of the two-car garage was done for another hour or so. Paw swept the walls and garage door free of spider webs while I swept up the saw dust and debris below. Maw held the plastic bag open so I could throw away the two piles of dirt.

    Twit and I attempted to pull out the garden lanterns from the front lawn because Brat didn’t like these in his lawn. We stopped pulling the black wires at the backyard because of potential electrical hazards. She had the wrong pliers to try to cut the wires free from the soil and Brat got mad at her again for not knowing better.

    They will hire an electrician to remove those wires and another cream colored wire sticking out from the backyard. There seemed to be a fountain that used to be in the backyard due to the dark gray outline of moisture left behind on the cement.

    Twit actually got her hands dirty because Maw told her that her hands used to be nice and pretty when she was young but had use her hands later on in life to get any work done around the house and garden. The front ice plants of yellow flowers were being removed with one of her shovels by the four as I drove twice to retrieve gardening tools from our garage and our backyard.

    After I handed Paw his favorite leather gardening gloves, I handed her a pair of our light green colored gardening gloves but she didn’t seem to want to put those on. Once again she didn’t seem the kind to get her nice and pretty hands and fingers dirty for now. My hands are rough and not as well manicured because of working too hard to care.

    I immediately swept the sidewalk with the walis, a Filipino broom made of several long bamboo sticks wrapped together to form a handle on one end. I had to bend over and squat down low to get the full sweeping effects of this broom, which could get into the crevices of the sidewalk.

    She got the long handled broom and she too began to sweep whatever dirt remained on the sidewalk. Maw got herself another walis because this is her preferred sweeping tool. Paw and Brat got to use shovels of straight and spade; hoes and pick axes.

    I saw one millipede and many pill bugs both young and old running from the sidewalk to the lawn since their home of yellow flowering ice plants was being pulled, shoveled and raked. I kept sweeping them back; saying sorry and trying to avoid stepping on any one of them.

    We piled our hard work in front of their house for pick up tomorrow Monday by the city. I then loaded up Paw tools (0r property as he mumbled under his breath) into the trunk. Maw got mad again thinking that the same plants needed to be removed from around the mailbox areas. The gardening activity took another hour or so.

    We kept our energies up throughout the whole ordeal by eating and drinking whatever we brought over. I drank two bottled water; left over bear claw pastries from Maw and Twit popular coffee drink in a bottle, which she bought. I had to drink lots of liquid because I was still experiencing these headaches from lack of proper hydration.

    The sentiment from both my bio-units and I is that although both airheads are in love; they do not seem to know what they are doing. We do not understand why they seem to take long too dump their properties into their new house and why it would take us three people only four hours to accomplish this cleaning when both had the whole week since Tuesday to clean.

    We completed our first of lifelong ‘help’ to these airheads until 02:30PM. We left disgusted after both did not show proper respect and appreciation for our hard work by closing the garage door from the kitchen on us. They continued to talk about the keys to different doors as Paw tried to explain the various usages of rags left over to his son.

    I had expected Twit to at least offer to take us out to lunch but once again her kinds to do seem to care. I will tell Brat to not get engage to her yet because she does not understand English all that well; basic protocol of being nice to people who could have used some decent nourishment from today’s work; and knowing better not to share keys to the house with her relatives unless going on a trip.

    I am tired and had to pop our dirty clothes into the washing machine. My shower was tiring but refreshing starting at 03:00PM. I managed to get online to edit this blog starting at 03:20PM. I am not happy to know that our service to humanity in this form could be this physically exhausting. My rare headache continues to throb in my brain.

    My logic prior to getting out of bed was that I was overweight and could use some needed exercise and that our cleaning their house right away would expedite their moving from our lives so they could start their own. Although there are differences in handling today’s event, Twit said ‘thank you’ to me softly at the garage door without looking and that was enough for me for now.

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  • 20060423-Clueless Connecting

    I love playing games, especially when growing up with my babysitter in Norfolk, VA. There was the ‘Life’ where most want to end up as millionaires, the ‘Chutes and Ladders’ of going up and down to nowhere and the ‘Sorry’ of being somewhere that seemed bad.

    Other games where jumping from the sofa as high up as we could towards the ceiling and downwards below to the floor to the song of ‘We All Fall Down,’ which may have been from the ‘Osmond’ but am not too sure now.

    The babysitter of the daughter would get mad at her for letting us play this dangerous game and she would pinch her by squeezing, lifting and turning some skin mostly on her upper arm. Our playmate would cry and say sorry and we kids played some more when she was not looking.

    I love to do puzzles of all sorts: crosswords, word searches, mind games and connecting the dots. The word puzzles of filling or looking up different words are medium hard while the mind games of testing the thinking abilities to solve math problems or logic were the hardest. The easiest was connecting the dots.

    Connecting the dots involved no thinking at all. There were numbers that guided us kids that resulted in pretty pictures of animals, plants or people. Sometimes we could fill in the outlines with pretty colors from different named crayons, which when first new would squeal in the right tone by holding the waxed pieces completely vertically.

    Playing games and solving puzzles were fun when I was younger and still enjoy doing a few crosswords and word searches from a television guides, which also contains horoscopes. Horoscopes are also entertaining as I compare my birth sign of Sagittarius to other celebrities and wonder if I am similar to them in every way.

    I am sure there were other games from my childhood that were not as memorable as the ones I’ve mentioned. My memories of the past have faded and are not as etched into my memory banks as other people I’ve known.

    The hardest game to play as an adult is taking a hint and solving clues. People would joke with me and I would play along thinking that what they have said is true. I’d smile and laugh with them and would find out later on that there is no truth in their statements.

    Brat is notorious for making me a fool because he would string me and everyone else along. This would make people like me angry later on because of the confusion he’d create in his audience’s minds. Some people do not understand how to lighten up, especially us women.

    His sense of humor comes from the side of Paw. I’ve got a few kickers of my own here and there and have learned to utilize this inheritance into my blogs. But I seem to find that the guys are funnier on both sides of the families.

    I do not mind playing games now that I’m older. This keeps my inner child fresh and alive. The only difference is that instead of being mostly fun and innocent; the games affect other people who seem to have no fun and are no longer innocent to take a joke at face value.

    There should be a general compilation of rules somewhere to guide and direct the adults to behave properly. Etiquette and self help books do provide various sources to allow the persons to think for themselves. Talking to people everyday and reading articles online are other ways to gathering information.

    People would be less confused with reduced distortions to the already overwhelming information. Each mature individual would then hopefully be more responsible in any action, word or deed performed in any given moment in time.

    Unfortunately, there are people who are quite clueless and may at times misconstrue the meanings behind the messages of the originators. Some may act upon these data with unfavorable results; some do not think there is of any importance and let the matters fall away.

    I find myself being very clueless most of the time. This is no fault of mine because I have a difficult enough time hearing the people speaking loud enough through background noises or clear enough through clenched teeth. The messages that do not reach my already bad hearing are at best noise.

    A noisy world is uncomfortable and the sounds could overwhelm those who are quite sensitive. I, for example, am sensitive to loud and sudden noises and to noisy crowds. Noise does not have to be sound.

    Noise is what makes data unclear or intelligible. Meaningless fact is noise. Irrelevant information is noise. People say things that do not make sense. The world with its past and current events did not and does not make sense. I don’t know if I’m making sense now.

    Those that try to make sense sometimes miss the mark. Silent treatments should indicate that the lack of interaction means there is either no answer and are found elsewhere or there are certain persons who should keep quiet and not contribute anymore noise, especially to a particular forum.

    Those that continue to miss the mark are completely lost. Dropping hints along the way should indicate that there is some effort in play to prod the clueless minds like sheep that need to find a way home. An ideal home for those seeking answers is the greener pastures.

    Direct explanations are the last resorts and spoil the game of making the person wiser. When a homer has been established, there is no more noise. I personally have learned much better when my teachers offer their knowledge or wise explanations simply because the data provided was either not readily available or not easily understood.

    The goal all this time for me in particular has been a series of pounding simple sense into my clueless mind, which has had a difficult time in connecting the dots of various data in order to arrive towards the conclusion that Silence is Golden.

    Then again, I prefer to communicate my personality to the world via my blogs rather than to remain silent and go unnoticed among the multitude of voices. Because in reality, I’m too soft spoken to be heard and too timid and shy (at first) to carry on a normal conversation.

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