Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: relationships

  • 20101222-Divorced Nutter

    When the boy barely got into his car to leave after eating dinner here a few minutes ago, the divorced nutter backed out of the driveway really fast. I wanted to flick off the nutball but I didn’t want to offend Paw or the boy. The nutball turned “right” down MY long stretch of road.

    At around 6:00pm, the divorced nutter was following me. She had pulled up very quickly on the left side of the driveway and I got out of my car immediately thereafter and scooted fast into the front porch to avoid detection. I didn’t want her evil eyes looking in my direction.

    To the SJPD: I’m not stopping my rants until that nutball moves out by having the house foreclosed! The illegal alien living with her just makes her nuttier!

  • De Ja People

    Here is a list of recurring “personalities” that I’ve encountered in the workplace:

    • good looking, tall “white” guy
    • damn annoying, short “white” guy
    • well-mannered/poised/dressed controlling “black” girl
    • fat and bubbly “white” girl

    —
    There are a few more but those aren’t so obvious to me right now.

  • Creepy Faces

    Neither should I judge a book by it cover nor a face for its ugliness. Two guys here at this “temp job from hell” have “melted” faces – a white guy and Hoan, whom I still find quite annoying. There is no smoothness to the surfaces of their faces – grooves of long lines, dents of cavernous craters, bumps of hills and furrows and other unattractive facial spots.

    Today, I hurried home for lunch, thinking the boy would join us. Instead, Edna and Danillo came over and brought over a flowering plant called “Star Of Bethlehem (Ornithogalum).” It was already blooming white in color among the green “spikes”.

    Edna kept looking at me and I know why: Her daughter has been through rough times during her childhood and is not in good terms with the old fart, whose face was showing the color of blistering red and probably from chemo-therapy for his kidney cancer.

    I believe Steevo’s desktop succor punch, which was inside my lunch bag was making him red in the face. The demonic fart wouldn’t stop rubbing his forehead (or third eye chakra). You see demon-possessed humans harm children. The devasated woman wanted him dead for what he did to the daughter. Enough said.

    As I left the coloration of his face took on a lighter pink tone.

  • Creepy Pinoy

    While shopping for food at ChowKing (off McKee Rd., San Jose, CA) to bring home for Thanksgiving dinner that night, we came across a stout-looking, dark-skinned Pinoy guy, who was selling dried fish called “tinapa” in Filipino. For whatever reason, Maw and Paw had received a comment or two from this annoying but smiling fellow. Another guy who wore the uniform for SeaFood city was nearby and probably ready to smoke his cigarette.

    The comment he made was:

    “Jackamo!”

    To Maw, it meant nothing. But to moi, he meant to say to potential customers, nay to strangers alike, or people in general who do NOT buy his salty fish that:

    “You Jack Ass!”

    But the twosome refuse to believe someone who can assume well to sense what is going on in people’s mind or nutballs, such as that apple-shaped cad of a human.

    So next time you encounter that grundgy little troll, tell him loudly:

    “Back to you Jack Ass!”

    The guy is Ilocano, (or from Ilocos), like Tess K.

  • Early Morning Mass – Day Seven

    We awoke early again for the 6:00am morning mass of “Simbang Gabi”. I was and still am feeling groggy even though I went to sleep around 11:00pm.

    The mass was held by an obvious GAY priest. Maw pointed that out to me and I was digusted at the sight with his voice inflection and hand gestures, especially when he fingered the “crumbs of bread” into the cup of “wine” in a particular motion. Sorry, folks! F&gg@ts are gross! No wonder the Catholics are getting a bad rap with abuses from pedophiles! Some work as predators from within that religious organization.

    The “Fil-Am Vets” played popular Filipino, American and Christmas music on their rondallas at the reception, which had served cold food of pancit noodles, mini-pandisal, sliced pieces of ham, macaroni salad with pineapple, fruits of orange cataloupe, green melons and red watermelons, and hot drink of coffee and tea.

    I went to work early as usual.

  • 20101221-Being Bored

    In approximately two hours, I’m able to finish around 200 entries. That’s average of over 150 items per hour. So the boss can take out the two lumps of clay. They suck up precious hours of nothingness. Everything’s caught up. I don’t understand where the backlog is. The job can be done in half a day. The rest can be done by the full-time staff. The three positions are meant to meet the “diversity quota”. There’s more involved but the smarter ones can figure out what to do next. Hopefully next month, I get to be free of these morons.

  • Early Morning Mass – Day Six

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

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

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

  • 201012201-Rare Lunar

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

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

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

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

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

  • 20121220-Got Gifts

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

    Thank you
    for being
    there
    The Boys

    🙂

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

    Green Trinket
    Green Jewelry Container

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

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

    Orgone Sunburst
    Orgone Sunburst

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

  • 20101217-More Spooks

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

    Here are a few of my theories:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Maw quipped:

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

    —

  • 20101220-More Spooks

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

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

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

  • Dizzy Air Shopping

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

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

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

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

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