Tag: personal

Let’s see: The current time is 2008 (Pacific Time) and I am digesting another delicious leftover dinner of bar-be-que chicken bought by my parents yesterday. Dessert was fruits of one pineapple and freshly picked pears that were cut and clean by ‘Shiva-Paw.’

I have read another long-head article and thought to myself, hey, I could describe what personal property I happen to carry on my person. I currently use this ugly, black-colored over the shoulder leather bag with one strap and not those miniature log-shaped totes with two straps that one would carry on the arm.

I do not know how women shop while they have their logs weighing down one good arm. Duh! I find the dainty look quite impeding to the shopping experience. With my bag, I could have two free arms to select various clothes and have lots piled on my arms to try on at one time.

There are several pockets with zippers to hold my stuff – two outside pockets, two middle side sections and the middle section with smaller compartments. I didn’t have much to put in when I first bought this bag but now I have more to weigh my shoulders down.

The outside pockets are for my cellphone and keys. The cellphone section holds the unit itself and two recharging cords – one for AC and the other for the car. The keys section holds my work badge, house keys and car keys.

The two middle side sections are for my debt and papers. The debt section holds my wallet of identifying documents like a driver’s license, checkbook and some pens. The papers section holds an assortment of coupons, reminder cards, plastic forks, knives and spoons, my feminine pads and a paper notepad.

The middle section holds electronic and hygiene items. This section contains a small binocular, digital camera (which also takes videos), potpurri perfume (which makes people sneeze), two types of breath mints, and makeup. I have a bottle of eyeglass cleaning solution and the silk cloth from the eye doctor for using on my dirty pairs of eyeglasses.

I prefer to keep my life organized in case of emergency purposes. This bag with all its sections helps me to avoid loosing things and provides a sense of security knowing that I have whatever I consider precious stuff wherever I go.

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

Phases:
1968: Born in the USA. (Unit: Filipino female).
1976: Moved to west coast from east coast. (Military family).
1987: Graduated high school. (Pointless).
1993: Graduated college. (Clueless).
1993: Worked first steady job. (Data entry/switchboard).
1996: Worked second steady job. (Data entry/collection).
1998: Discovered latent abilities. (:shock:).
2000: Posted first personal ads in Yahoo! (:wink:).
2000: Met four business-minded people. (:roll:,:evil:,:twisted:,:mrgreen:).
2003: Got hired into third steady job. (Data entry/collection).
2006: Still waiting for nothing. (:cry:).

Dudes encountered:
1985: Met first blind date. (Black dude).
1987: Met first boyfriend. (Bolivian dude).
1995: Experienced first heartbreak. (Polish dude).
2003: Captured married man’s heart. (Pakistani dude).
2006: Bereaved first online ‘husband.’ (Italian dude).
Various: Mucho.

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Saturday September 2, 2006 – 04:23pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

I came across an article around 04:30AM. It describes a woman having children with autism from male donor sperms. What caught my attention was in the first paragraph, which describes her child as being ‘extremely sensitive to sound and walked on her toes.’

I remember as a child walking on my toes and repeatedly rocking my head sideways prior to sleeping. As an adult, I hate loud noises and bright light to this day. Today’s early morning research on these medical conditions points to other weird ‘symptoms’ of lacking normal social interactive skills and having larger or smaller skull sizes.

The related articles online are ‘symptoms’ described mostly for children. But I will find out if there is any such thing as diagnosis for adult autism. I see indications for repetitive and non-conformist behaviors. But being pigeon-holed into ‘abnormal’ categories is not nice.

By the way, I’ve gotten one of those ‘gun’ vaccination on my upper left arm. The multiple-needle scar is still visibly circular and paler in color than the surrounding skin area. The medical community claims there is no link between vaccines and autism. (Yeah, right!)

Author’s note: I have yet to create more masterpieces in art via my much neglected poems. The poems by ‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida are so dearly missed.

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Saturday August 12, 2006 – 05:22am (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments