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  • 20060610-Open Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  • 20060526-Sleepy Sleep

    For the past few days, I’ve felt weak and sleepy.
    Yesterday, I’ve blogged about birds and felt weepy.
    Prior to sleeping, I’d relaxed but feel tizzy.
    Recently, I’m not quite alert and feel dizzy.

    I don’t know why my system would shake and quiver.
    My love and light would be sent back like a river.
    No pain was in my left temple side of my head.
    One night I dreamt a tug pulled out the pain instead.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 at 10:33PM…

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

  • 20060427-Blue Days

    ‘The weather is great. I love this weather!’ ‘Squirrel-Ling’ exclaimed as he came into the house to unload his bicycle from his black Mustang. He usually bikes to work, which is about fifteen minutes away. But since he will move (whenever) into his new house, he could opt walking to work at the same amount of time.

    I was playing ‘bite the balsam’ wood with two parakeets, Yeyo and Fat Budgie. At the same time, I heard a positive response from him in a long time. The mostly gray clouds and unseasonal rain for the beginning of 2006 has been replaced with another fine day of clear blue skies, very little signs of clouds and brown smog sticking over the horizon.

    I would rather hear grumpy people making happy noises than happy people making grumpy noises. ‘Squirrel-Ling’ is a happy person and his baby pictures shows him smiling and his aura is of no ill will. People like him as I mentioned in my previous blogs and seem very attracted to this handsome ‘Squirrel-Ling.’ 

    Blue days are always relaxing and calming. The Sun overhead was not that hot but felt lots of heat penetrating my big shiny forehead. My sneakers are at home and I should remember to bring them for walking outside on blue days like this.

    Today, I managed to take a walk with a couple of co-workers for lunch. At least I did not overheat underneath my black vest with a high collar or sweat too much to stink up the cubicles at work like some people do after they work out at the company gym downstairs AND without taking a shower.

    We bought the $7.00 special, which included a baked, teriyaki salmon on top of cabbage salad with medium hard breadstick. I think we wasted half our money on the pretty plastic, hexagonal shaped container with a hinge and on the fact that the salmon was only six by three inches. Moreover, I do not like cabbage this raw or uncooked and prefer this boiled as part of soup.

    I wanted to drive home with both my windows rolled down but had to rolled them back up because of my more sensitive hearing. For the brief moments of enjoying the beautiful scene of nicely manicured business parks of flowering blossoms on tall green trees lining my path towards home, I took long breaths of the crispy cool air and daydreamed of more days of blue skies.

    The red firetruck of the SJFD blared it siren towards the railway intersection from my road at 06:33PM. Earlier on my way home, a white SN truck blared its siren opposite from the soccor field and I almost stopped in the middle of the intersection to avoid it and the car to my right in order to pull off the side.

    Anyway, I shall continue with my stories. There is no need to feel fearful or intimidate by the actions of recent activites from police people intercepting the speeding motorists or the fire folks stopping the congested traffic.

    My awareness of beauty from within myself as I program my brain for positive thinking and raise my spirit for perfect harmony has been reflected both yesterday and today in the form of blue skies, fresh air and happy people.

    I have decided to concentrate on bringing warmth from the Sun back to us after the long wet weather. We could use some heat to dry off, especially of soaked feathers from the outdoor birds. Both days did not leave me drained of precious energy as I continued to work indoors.

    Other aware people are encouraged to be more in tune with nature and together we could raise the vibration of the planet to its rightful place among the stars where goodness prevails. Everyone could take on personal efforts to make anything possible at given anytime.

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

  • 20060412-Red Bouquet

    The sleepiness of red wine is in my big brain.
    The alcohol does not stop my heart aches and joint pain.
    Somewhere beneath my baggy eyes there is a dream.
    My past memories are but a vast empty stream.

    Chocolate chip cookies helped to wash the nasty taste down.
    This is not close to painting of red around town.
    My response time is more unfocused and slower.
    This blog is difficult as my eyelids lower.

    Being drunk is not good and not a bit longer.
    My spirit is soaring and feeling much stronger.
    The wine in Styrofoam cup gave me this feeling.
    We bade farewell to ‘Crys’, while my head was reeling.

    This fine blog is a joke and a moral for all.
    The fun with others is during a party call.
    My empty stomach and hunger late in the day
    made me forget the effects of this red bouquet.

    Revised on 07-10-2006 at 09:33PM…

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

  • 20060314-Burgers Singing

    At eight thirty five, my right ear hole rang tonight.
    I read an article about their cobalt blue.
    This means that better days coming is quite true;
    although my fellows no longer blog of their plights;

    There is no need to reveal by what one already scorns.
    Whatever action has been done or badly said.
    There is one faith that they cannot and will not tread.
    That true love is always there to remove old thorns.

    On March twenty-two of thousand three, my fate
    was a strange encounter while at a starry place.
    It was near railways and a dried up river space.
    At fourteen hundred and twenty minutes, I ate.

    Suddenly, my right ear hole rang loudly that day.
    I rubbed that ear hole to make the sound go away.

    There was a camera near the money giver.
    It was mounted near the top left of the bathrooms.
    I ate my big burger amidst greasy fumes.
    My last visit there was near the greasy river.

    He walked towards the bathroom slinking up from behind.
    He wore a long black overcoat below the knee.
    He hurriedly left without a goodbye to me.
    He wore no smile and had dark shades on like a blind.

    My right hole ringing reminded me of both
    stories but there is no jury to listen to my oath.

    Revised on 07-08-2006at 01:33AM  in an attempt at two sonnets…

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

  • 20060307-Stand Stills

    Here we go again, it’s time to blog. I try to practice my novice writing skills by blogging at least once a day. My brain is currently at a standstill and had to sit in front of this computer for a good thirty minutes while waiting for the cogwheels in my mind to start spinning.

    This almost feels like being stuck in a gridlock during rush hour and not using the restroom prior to leaving work. That is what happened when a car is not used for a long time. The engine, like my writing brain, takes longer to start. I remember dark black smoke coming out of the exhaust pipe of one of our cars due to not using it for two weeks.

    Over the years my bio-units paid off in cash a total of seven vehicles and are currently down to two now. It’s all about working hard and saving. Donating these vehicles came from their hearts, of course. And that’s how we are.

    I prefer to be the minimalist in the family and let Brat have the headache of paying for the maintenance and repair of these two cars once they are his, if he wants. I already have my gray colored 1996 Ford Mustang and it runs fine except that I have to be careful not to accelerate too fast or I’d start smelling smoke from underneath the hood.

    I already spent too much on that car with new tires and its major tune ups at those expensive dealerships, which have the parts anyways. I think my brakes are feeling squishy and it’s making a squeaking noise each time I press the brake pedal. I don’t like my car breaking down on me.

    I should utilize the public transportations like VTA buses and BART train system more often instead of looking “cool” in a fast car. I could avoid these harrowing experiences of being stranded, costly repairs, these high auto insurances costs and rising gasoline prices.

    We do have these VTA bus stops that are approximately a quarter a mile or so apart. The closest is fifteen minutes away from our house and have traveled that distance on foot while attending high school.

    It was when I reached age eighteen that I actually started using a car for attending college. As for the BART system, I use that to go up to San Francisco once in awhile. Next, I’ll learn how to ride the local trains here for fun to found out what it is like.

    There is still the option of selling my paid-off, six-cylinders Mustang for a more fuel efficient Hybrid vehicle instead. I may either opt to take the public transportation, buying that Hybrid version for the sake of our environment, carpooling with no real friends, cycling with worn out knees or walking five miles to work on aching feet.

    Wouldn’t that be nice if we all could ride on mini hovercrafts that are totally stealthier and sleeker in design and didn’t need the likes of oil or oil derivatives to run the advanced anti-gravity engine? I think this profitable and futuristic opportunity would be much cleaner for our atmosphere and the air we breathe.

    I love breathing fresh air. We may be able to avoid these worrisome standstills when there are parts and fuel that never need to be replaced. Oh, but I must be thinking way ahead of our current intelligence because the general populace don’t have access to those transporters or star gates or time-travel technologies. Darn!

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    Tuesday March 7, 2006 – 09:11pm (PST) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060304-Breaking Straws

    “Peace is with you, Maw.” My little brat (old soul) said to my Maw (insecure child). Nothing but silence lingered in the air. Then the heated arguments would ensue with the child throwing her tantrums of kicking, screaming and crying at the founded soul of old wisdom.

    Whatever has been transpiring between these two recently has escalated to the final battle of hearts. I do not know who will win. Both parties are expected to end their stage act soon enough. And I am excited to find out how this tragic play will end.

    The evolution of anyone person is tremendous and I see great things about to happen. brat will move onward towards better days with his heart’s desire and a new house. Maw will be more restful knowing the boy has proved himself to be better. Paw will remain the same calm figurehead of the family.

    And, as for me, well, my purpose as I have known for the past six years is to be the anchor that holds the vast cargo ship from a drifting beyond its limits. I’ve been dragging together my hopes and fears knowing some ‘Moron’ will pull through with love and hope for all of us. My will is no longer their betrayals of my heart.

    The past few months have been a great test for us here so far. I feel springtime is almost upon us. I do hope the higher realms are not laughing too much at us. For we have all come a long way to figure out that there must be answers as to why we break each others’ backs over three dimensional efforts instead of breaking bread in peace.

    There have been many moments of despair and disappointments with Maw. Laughing with us during this battle of wits among the likes of us Twits is helpful. For this same laughter within us paves the sincere purpose to be better than our current selves. I would prefer a comedic ending in this play by the way.

    It’s not funny when Maw has claimed prior to the arrival of brat one hour and a half ago that I have no compassion or understanding. I almost lost my voice in choked up tears from being brought into the level of their playing fields. Yes, I’ll admit I am lazy woman. I do not like vacuuming, dusting, cooking, gardening or taking care of others’ businesses.

    I prefer not getting close to people who instill fear-based thinking into others like brat and myself and suck our energies dry. There is still hope for the few who wish to be free from the daily chores that are no fun either.

    This Maw may experience many lifetimes to learn from past mistakes and wrongs that she still today denies to have ever committed. I find that anyone self-proclaiming no sin whatsoever and that the heavens would embrace them when the time comes has wishful thinking and may have hit the wall themselves without their knowledge. I have observed this in other relatives who have lost loved ones and they too self-proclaim to have been sinless in their own minds. Broken hearts do have wild imaginations, I’m afraid.

    What I have learned during the one hour discussion with brat is how much philosophical bent I’ve bestowed on this already enlightened soul. I merely reflected and discussed with him what I’ve gained from reading articles online. I’ve learned there is no room for dishonesty and hurtful conversations anymore.

    I did my job well because I seem to have acted as a catalyst for this cleansing process of healing the emotional baggage between brat (for now) and Maw (later on). My hope is to make sure brat continues forward towards well-being and more children to reflect his happiness.

    Oh, I can’t wait for the blessed events of many smaller feet versions of myself through the children, if any, of brat. Hey, my turn in producing at least one heir should be next, if possible at all.

    For the meantime, I am caught in the middle. Both Paw and Maw downstairs will be taken cared of by me in their old age (if my future husband, if any, doesn’t mind). I will try to balance my devotions to both my parents of old outdated patterns of a Filipino culture not befitting today’s enlightened adults and brat who provides the kindred spirit of renewed hope in me from this caged-in box of an upstairs bedroom that has comforted me all this time.

    I hope that this bag full of warm pandisal, a much larger and tastier Filipino version of dinner rolls, would suffice in as I fling said items with gusto towards any straw man that crosses my path ever again. Maybe then my aching back won’t hurt so much from being stepped on mercilessly or back stabbed unknowingly.

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    Saturday March 4, 2006 – 09:11pm (PST) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060303-Snowy Snowballs

    There is snow upon the hilltops of Mt. Hamilton, CA. Views from my work high up here will be uploaded into this profile at home later on tonight. The weather has been quite cold a few days now and rain has been sporadic the whole week. The snow provides my eye candy relief from working too hard.

    At least my gray colored Mustang has a nice bath to rinse off the dirt and grime. This saves me money instead of spending some 20.00USD at the local car wash and reduces the damages of my tires from being dragged along the conveyor belt and my paint from being chipped by high powered spraying and drying.

    Snow up on the eastern hills of the Bay Area was a rare event today. Last month was the first snow for this time of the year. So today everyone at work had a second chance of looking out the window and watching the snow falling around our building for about three minutes starting around 4:50PM.

    Image source: IMG_0425 taken on 3/3/2006 5:02:31 PM via Canon PowerShot A610 camera.
    An upclose photo of snowballs within the tanbarks at the base of tree.

    At 05:00PM I took some outdoor snapshots of flowers, plants and the general surrounding area near our building. As I drove home on my usual route, I noticed that there was no other snow in sight except for where I work! To me this means something out of the ordinary because it’s almost like we are reminded there is beauty in the simple snowballs that fell on the ground today. The sizes are quite round and as large as, say, one’s pinkie toe nail.

    Image source: IMG_0424 taken on 3/3/2006 5:01:58 PM via Canon PowerShot A610 camera.
    An upclose photo of snowballs within the brown gravels at the base of a tree.

    During my childhood my family and I lived in Norfolk, Virginia where Paw was stationed. That is snow country and every winter we would play in the snow. I do not remember much from those days but try to imagine I was once there with the old photos that Paw took of the family.

    Paw was the photographer in the family during those days and owed a Canon camera with manual focusing. That camera no longer works and I have inherited Paws passion to take photos recently with my new digital Canon Power Shot A610 that was bought on 11-18-2005 at Moffett Field. This camera has all the features a novice photographer like me could have, including the ability to take movies.

    Snow and cold temperature have been my bane during my childhood. I would get colds every winter and take grape flavored cough medicine administered with love by Maw. Trips to the doctors and antibiotics were all too familiar as I fought bouts of ear, nose and throat infections. I hated going to the doctor. I hated getting sick all the time.

    The worse was having my tonsils and adenoids removed. I remembered crying at home prior to going to the doctor as I hid underneath what is now an antique Singer sewing machine with still moving parts and wooden legs. Maw uses this Singer to this day.

    My hysterical crying continued at the lobby hospital when a nice lady tried to distract me by having me read whatever she held up. I couldn’t read then.

    I starved later on the night prior to surgery because this blond girl who shared my hospital room convinced me not to eat much of my dinner.

    I still remembered being quite afraid as I looked up into the white covered faces of what seemed about a dozen people looking down at me. I waited on the operating table for the gas to put me to sleep and was told to inhale deeply. I complied still fearfully as I fought the sleepiness by trying to keep my heavy eyelids open. I lost the battle to stay conscious.

    The sore throat was annoying as I recovered a few days in the hospital all the while looking for Maw. Ice cream was cold and soothing to the throat and reminded me of snow. I missed the snow and wanted to go home.

    But what I remember most was the fun I had playing in the snow. Both Brat and I would get stuffed into these polyester filled jackets, wear cotton lined gloves, rubber shoes and itchy acrylic, ski-like masks that only allowed the eyes to peer out from beneath to a winter wonderland outside. We couldn’t move much with the bundled tightness of our snow outfits.

    Then both us kids headed out and played in the snow. We didn’t know how to make a snowman. We saw two teenagers next door to us finishing off the head of their snowman. But the only thing Brat and I accomplished was piling up mounds of snow in the same place and never truly got anywhere. We were disappointed that our Frosty the Snowman never came to life.

    Snow brings out the child in us. We play and frolic among the white powdery crunch underneath us and eat the stuff falling from the sky. Coldness is replaced by warm chocolate milk sprinkled with toasted marshmallows floating on the top as we hold our mugs to our noses. Snow is formed from the quick freezing temperatures of raindrops falling from the clouds above towards earth below.

    The times of witnessing these rare events of snow in a climate meant for warm weather and sunny days make me wonder if the earth is really cooling off instead going through this global warming due to depletion of the ozone layer of earth’s atmosphere. I don’t know if the earth is tilting in a different direction that makes for these snowy days either. Whatever allows the hilltops to become covered with snow, I am still humbled knowing that all is well in its own sweet, snowy beauty.

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    Friday March 3, 2006 – 12:28pm (PST) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060227-Gray There

    I see gray clouds up above yesterday and the whole of today. It’s 07:33PM.

    The cats and dogs are pouring their tears as heavily upon rooftops, treetops and mop tops of old hairstyles and everywhere the sounds of washing cars establishments beating on windshields wiping faster than flags waving for Indy cars towards the finish line.

    There is freedom from the transmission devices digging into skin of scalp and hiding where only daredevils roam freely in circles. Pluck!

    The feeling becomes soothing and sleepy in my hands; the root herewith being less itchy and hairy in my palms as I hold to light shining and shiny yet through to show lifelessness, stillness and laughing at the strand.

    I am free and am no longer slave to wandering nails etching railroad tracks to unknown forestation thick and deep. Dark are the colors above as I sleep while it makes noise of squealing delights to once existence on top.

    Now, no longer buzzing in annoyance but in garbage among balls matted or in water flushed towards birthing into ocean wide and blue, deeper until returning with others for the attack and more and more to roam in circles.

    Mirror, mirror where are they? They they are but not in hay as yellow. But in reflections beyond blurry eyesight did I see. Hurry, more are more coming forward with the urge to raise sheaves and harvest that gray there.

    Over there! It’s lost and cannot be found. I miss again from lack of strength to raise arms higher. I see it! Pluck!

    There is relief at last and more to go. I’m afraid where only gray hairs grow.

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    Monday February 27, 2006 – 07:35pm (PST) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments