Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: Philosophy

  • 20060308-Platitudes Care

    Reading comic strips make me laugh and I almost snorted out through my nose these rice pilafs for lunch from the cafeteria downstairs. As I ate lunch, my mind came across this one word, platitudes, which sounded like an animal called a platypus (or duckbills) with attitudes. Platypuses are cute with their bills resembling ducks as they play in their natural habitat of water.

    I don’t consider myself an animal but animals with attitudes sound like me when I get angry. Being angry is not nice but there is justified anger when crossed by unwelcome intruders. When angered there is no other outlet but simmering stress that eventually come out as sheer outburst? Nothing could hide a volcano about to blow its top off or the anger of a woman betrayed, hurt or deceived.

    When I hear that I have an attitude, I bow to them in silent regard and flip them off mentally. Of course, my face will contort into this red-faced embarrassment upon hearing such remarks from people I hardly know. My aloof composure may need to be more relaxed. But how could I relax when I’m already an anxious person in front of strangers?

    I could meditate to bring the calm over me, like grinning widely from ear to ear to keep me from laughing out loud in their faces and work towards a more natural and friendlier smile, which always work for some with nice teeth. And when no one is looking, I may stick out my tongue at them for making fun at me in the first place.

    It’s impossible to keep a straight face without looking like some programmed robot without any feelings. I don’t know how people can keep their emotionless state for too long without breathing in the air after someone farted inside the elevator or laughing with the person who did that natural bodily function.

    Both good and bad attitudes exist because this defines the person. From my psychology class, any behavior could be modified before the hard core attitudes could budge a little to allow for some improvement. This sounds like an experiment for us all and I don’t like being part of an experiment that may be either beneficial or detrimental to the goals of the researchers.

    I tend to act like a sponge soaking up all the communicated information and incorporate what I’ve learned from others and discovered by myself into my sphere. Unfortunately, I also take things personally because it’s hard to separate my truth from theirs.

    Like my mutable sign, my attitudes will always adjust to the tune of the changing environment. I don’t wind surf on the waves of North Shore but surfing the internet is as close to taking sides. The battle is trying to find the part of me that cares.

    These are my platitudes as expressed via an online journal composed by a simple person, a novice writer and a powerful influence to my small public. I care about making a difference in the world no matter what attitude this blogger has to offer and share. So there! Nyah!

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  • 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

  • 20060228-Milk Box

    I’m stuck in a rut and living this flat-lining existence of comfort and bliss with no worry or care in the world. I’m stuck in a writer’s block that creeps upon me now as I try fruitlessly to think of useful words to describe the event. I’m stuck in a dream world that seems too good to be true and that nothing could get any better than being here alone with my thoughts and by me.

    Honestly, I could do myself a ‘real’ favor and go outside to the ‘real’ world and meet other people with ‘real’ experiences of riding the peaks and troughs that seem similar to ripples created by a pebble dropped into a pond. But first I must finish my soy milk. (Personally, I do not like the unsweetened version because the nasty taste reminds me of Play-Doh).

    I drink my soy milk diluted with bottled water for ease of swallowing. This should provide my mind the nourishment it needs to think better. My hope, furthermore, is for a clearer perception of where I’m going with this blog. Ah! I feel the half fullness of my stomach (or half empty glass for the pessimists out there) of soy milk permeating into the creative portion of my being.

    Yum! There we go-another swallow of this slightly sweetened formula that reminds me of mother’s milk. I feel like a baby once again thinking about those younger years of being pampered by my mommy and powered by my daddy. Oh, swallowing is only for food and liquid, right? And that’s how I should keep my blog: nice and clean like a baby’s bottom.

    Another swig of this stuff and I’m almost to the bottom of the glass. I hope I have enough space in my stomach to keep the flow of words going in this blog. My mind is now in creative thinking mode. The boost from this liquid proves to be helpful for me.

    And now I have a blog in mind since my original topic seemed to have changed after finishing the foodstuff. For whatever reason, I now see an avenue on better days. All this introverted activity has gotten me nowhere except to prove to myself that I may have a creative edge in writing. I guess practice is all I needed.

    I wonder if being indoors is paradise all the same with me and no one else and with the scary prospect of no parole (a pun, please). This sounds like a normal deal for any secure minded individual to stay locked up in a box containing other boxes to provide a lifetime of enjoyment.

    My favorite boxes are the musical ones that hold my jewelries and silent ones that hold smaller trinkets. There are my drawers (of white with gold-colored trimmed furniture that my parent bought for me as a child) for keepsakes and other articles of clothing.

    My computers (one primary and the other a laptop) provide very informative data when I could log online with my freaking inexpensive, dial-up service, which seemed to have disconnected earlier tonight and a few weeks ago.

    In my closet, there are many old types of clothing on old hangers and other containers of old stuffed animal toys and object of arts that Brat (with an ‘old soul’ of Atlantean wisdom) has gifted me over the years.

    I used to listen to my stereo system, which I moved downstairs to replace Paw’s larger stereo system, which he bought from Okinawa, Japan back in 1976 and which has been recently donated to a local charity.

    I used to watch televised programming, which did nothing but hook me into this humorous drooling stupor of watching only the best and informative truths provided to ~sheeple~.

    I read books, articles online and periodicals once handled by patients waiting in doctor’s offices. I find that reading is a good source of information because the readers create the images and sounds in their own minds.

    The greatest box that one could ever have is a beautiful mind. The contents of one’s mind are infinite and the possibility to create a new world by composing my blog is like the milk box and its liquid contents. Sharing my blog to my readers is as good as drinking a tall glass of soy milk. Cheers.

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    Tuesday February 28, 2006 – 09:30pm (PST) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060225-Speakest Thou

    Typing out blogs has been very rewarding for me thus far. I couldn’t even image how much karma I’ve have overcome over the years of being the strong silent type, a trait that I’ve might have inherited from Paw.

    And I am definitely not like Maw, who happens to be quite a hot-headed, brow-beating and yet loving and caring individual who still doesn’t understand herself why others don’t play to her expectations. I think we should fear and learn from older women.

    Never speaking much, keeping to oneself in quite solitude, avoiding noise and crowds, leaving the team work to others, I’ve come to realize that communication is important to me.

    This is not so much as to expose every bit of what would seem a drivel or ongoing mind talk; but I’d like to share a more personal expression of what one soul, one person could contribute to the public eye without fear of scrutiny or retribution for being me.

    Is this too much emphasis on ego? Yes! And, I’m much more than that girlfriend. Just wait and see (with two finger snaps in the air)!

    People talk too much-blah, blah and blah. I know I type too much-tic, tic and tic. Let’s just eliminate anything that depends on electrical energy and find out what would happen.

    No more electronic devices to power the words of the disinformation or the blabbering of ministries to confuse the already controlled populace. No more rice-rocket cars, gorilla-bar cycles or lion-roaring planes to ride on my already sensitive nerves. No more waving or consuming processed food stuff.

    We would actually learn to farm organically and honor live stock to feed smaller communities. People would actually talk, sing and commune with nature outdoors more often instead of indoors in front of the computer or television the whole day.

    If you live in the city or even suburbs, like myself, the hustle and bustle of everyday life here seem always busy compared to the more wide open spaces of the countryside. The sensation is indeed quite profound and I remember being able to tune into the earth much better. A total blackout in the suburbs is almost as close as being in the countryside. There is no buzz in the air, only calm.

    Is this all I have to say? Not really, for today is another nice weather and our fruit trees out back are starting to sprout their first blooms. I’ve taken a few more pictures and uploaded into this profile.

    The times have indeed changed and we all benefited from technological advancements to make our live easier. Without electrical energy to power this computer and my camera, blogging would not be possible for me. The time would be spent pretty much doing nothing but eating and sleeping.

    In addition, there is the happiness of talking to my parakeets. I think I’ll talk to my parakeets and give them a bath in the backyard. They might have something important to say-tweet, chirp and peep [translated as: We love you].

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    Saturday February 25, 2006 – 01:30pm (PST) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060224-Digits Hurt

    My right thumb hurts right now and I have been working too hard typing all day on the computer at work. I try to massage the area and put back the joints to make the feeling less painful. But there is still clicking and a sense of something being caught.

    Hopefully, I should not suspect any arthritis (or tendonitis) yet for I am much too young for such symptoms. I have to remind myself to type gently to avoid aggravating my thumb and stop banging away on the keyboard because I forget I’m not playing on the piano.

    I have been doing tedious data entry work for the past ten years and one could say I am the best among the rest. I knew I’d end up doing desk work, with any company willing to pay me good enough money so I could pay my bills, which are mostly credit cards.

    Thanks to both my educations-formal in the academia and mentors in the “real world”-I have a career in the endless twiddling of thumbs, whistling tunes of past and present and bemoaning of my decision to continue this path of an otherwise unfulfilling promise to climb towards the glass ceiling of opportunities that awaits most women in my profession.

    Jobs like mine are good to fall on with all the nice benefits and free meals that go with being owned pretty much by a large company such as the one I work. I like my current job honestly.

    I wish I could go on a nice vacation somewhere away from the Bay Area for once and enjoy the surf and warm Sun on a white sand beach while sipping a margarita with a significant other, wherever he may be.

    That is why I work in the finance sector in order to learn how to make money and lots of it; so I myself could move on and out of the rat race. My financial knowledge is still basic and of course, if I were well off, I wouldn’t be working the normal 9 to 5 job in a cubicle with a bunch of other people struggling to raise a family or to pay off their mortgage.

    Mort-gage to me means death (from the root word ‘mort’) until you are really much too old (from the word of ‘age’) to stop working by the way.

    There are better alternatives awaiting me and I still cannot locate that unanswered calling. I know now that the ultimate move should be made by me. But I knew not how to proceed just yet. So my best option is to wait and see.

    I’ve been ever so patiently waiting for the past six years for any sign of improvement in my financial situation. This is my major karma-big time. For anything taken or given away, whatever the case may be, is truly gone and never to return.

    Or if anything does show up, then by natural law should be shared to help others in need. Nothing is ever a gift or a blessing when the gold at the end of the rainbow is used to harm others.

    I think my thumb could use some ice now. This particular blog entry took me around forty-five minutes to compose due to my attempt in combining two more topic entries that I will post later on.

    In the meantime, I’ll “stay put” and continue to work diligently at this company until either both my middle fingers flare upwards at any moment (or at anyone for that matter) or whenever the zeros in my bank account(s) expand, if any.

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  • 20060224-Too Close

    Personal space is considered at arms length. And I prefer to keep the distance between strangers that way. To avoid smelling their bad breath flying right into my nostrils and to reduce my chance of getting colds or flu-like symptoms are two good reasons not to get too close.

    The only time people would ever get within arms length of me is when my bad hearing cannot pick up a word they say. I’d find myself asking, “What?” Other times are to get to know the significant other up close and personal.

    Yesterday, a co-worker had a run into some nut ball from the sales department and claimed that the person was so close both would almost seem like they were going to kiss. So my co-worker, who happens to be happily married, had to push away that person who became embarrassed. I do not know if she reported to the supervisor.

    Another weird incident occurred when a co-worker of mine slammed his hand on my cubicle and became verbally loud to me that I told him off loudly in return somewhat half-heartedly and jokingly to avoid tripping him off further.

    Of course, he mentioned to me that I sounded like his whiny wife and that he wanted us to get married. Some people truly need a reality check. He is divorced, of course. And I ended up reporting to the supervisor what had transpired.

    Closeness is for needy people who want to have healthy relationships; while connecting is for sharing people who need to form healthy relationships. Am I making myself clear here?

    Both stories above are true and happen to be good examples of how being too close in a physical sense is not very conducive in a working environment. I often wonder if the hardly reliable (H/R) people are aware that the supervisors have received complaints. But who cares, right?

    Now getting too personal is another tricky scenario. With the internet being used for all sorts of dis/information sharing activities, it is no wonder that being online is more popular than ever before.

    We may have found our new black box, the former television. Instead of watching media driven programming on popular cable news stations, where we sit hours on end with remote control in one hand and beverage or food in the other, we get to participate with other online users.

    We find ourselves wanting to be close to certain organizations or groups of people that meet our expectations and who may hold answers to our never ending questions. I think this is called information sharing.

    How do we know if what we encounter online is real if we are not there first hand to experience what the other person alleges to have happened? It’s hard to say and leaves the inquirer probably more confused than enlightened afterwards, I suppose.

    For example, would anyone believe me if I shared my near miss accident on the highway with a large, black SUV, which was trying to cut me off at high speed? This blond lady has all the time in the world to speed up ahead of the far right line on northbound 880. Instead she chose to signal her intentions to piss me off. I sped out from behind her and went ahead of the slow moving traffic.

    In another example, would anyone believe me if moronic kids/adults alike spat out their windows in my direction as I drove happily on the road minding my own business? I have fingered individuals many times for spitting out their windows of their vehicles.

    So this goes to show, that for the most part, information provided by the originator(s) of the source(s) could be disinformation unless witnessed by more than one person. Providing visual and audio evidence is much better than testimonials. Because no-one in their “right” mind would believe a kook, a nut ball, a weirdo, right?

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  • 20060223-Egghead Blogging

    Good morning again and rise and shine ahead of the Sun, which has not yet appeared from behind the hills of Mt. Hamilton, CA. I feel a bit tired and want to crawl back into bed and try to recover my missing hours of beauty rest from blogging earlier this morning.

    After a week of blogging, I realize that I could only be human with simple pleasures and simple expectations in this life time. Perhaps, if I try much harder and with sheer will power, I could pursue more divine endeavours.

    Wouldn’t that be a grand idea? To find oneself in this great but fragile world of ours we call home amongst some other six billion souls?

    I would like to get past this stage of seed, the feeling of being an unhatched egg. Or have I already broken out of my confines of self imprisonment? I think I have more self assessment to dwell upon.

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