Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: relationships

  • Greedy Relatives

    Maldeath actually called Paw to find out how her eldest brother is doing after ‘dying temporarily’ last Saturday. The sad part is Paw’s younger brother, “HenPecked”:- He doesn’t know how to send money to the Philippines! It’s because his pathological liar – Babel – handles all his affairs and mind for that matter.

    There was no mention if Paw’s siblings would help “Minh”, the adopted daughter of the deceased, my paternal grand-uncle “Julian”, who has been noted has trustworthy with finances and selfless in hauling on his shoulders the junks ordered by Paw’s ungrateful siblings, who charged the guy on the rent money from his sister’s (my deceased Lola’s) funds!

    So to the pathetic cousin Shill: Your Paw, my addicted Uncle Gigalo, can burn in hell for gambling money from: his own Maw’s, your Maw’s, you and his second wife’s! The Mac, that creepy, chez-whitey, Glorge and two swindling children can burn in hell, too for taking property that should have been shared with the rest of us. You see, our paternal GrandPaw sold his share (out of greed to keep everything in the family) to the his brother with the sugar plantation. So I curse their greed to hell on your behalf.

  • 20101102-Dream Journal

    This morning I awoke to a nice dream. I was interacting with a taller “white” guy. He had short, light brown hair but there were cow-licks everywhere, making the back, top of his hair go upward and forward. For whatever reason, his persona is similar to Stephen Colbert, who has much darker hair, of course.

    This guy got pissed at me. I believe he was sitting down and threw up both of his hands up into the air, saying:

    “You are not being straight forward with me!”

    We were in a public “square” full of people. In a scene there were two women playing on an oblong table, which was to my left. The guy was to my right. He motioned to me to make the table straight and align at least two of the four legs to the cracks in the sidewalk/ground below.

    I told him:

    “I can’t. These women are busy playing.”

    But as soon as they were done, I straightened out the table.

    There was another scene prior to awaking up this morning. But I forgot. It may have something to do with his hair. I thought he was the taller, bald guy at work. Hahaha!

  • Ballot Counted

    I just checked the “Vote By Mail Tracking Ballot” for the three of us and here is the response I got:

    YOU ARE HERE › SCC Public Portal › Vote by Mail Ballot Tracking

    Vote by Mail Ballot Tracking

    Absentee Ballot Tracking
    Here is the result of your search:

    NOTE: If you have any questions or problems, please call (408) 299-8640.
    Election     :     November 2, 2010 Gubernatorial General Election

    House Number     :     [whatever]
    Zip Code     :     [whatever]
    Birth Date     :     [whatever]
    Ballot Mailing Date     :     10/04/2010
    Ballot Returned Date     :     10/31/2010
    Ballot Counted     :     Yes

    Find a Ballot Drop Off Location

    [ > Search Again]

    New Results are posted daily and available after 9:00 p.m.
    Please check back if we don’t show receipt of your ballot.

    —

    Notice that the date was on “All Hallows Day”.

  • 20101031-Weathery Ways

    Today was beautiful! The skies were crispy, clear and blue. There were no clouds in the skies! Only the brightest sunshine came out to warm me throughout my naps! That’s right! I slept for three hours until I awoke around 1:30pm or so. The blinds were tilted slightly downward so that I could have some sun rays shine upon my sleeping form! That’s right! I haven’t recovered from this morning’s emergency with Paw’s temporary death throes. He didn’t see heaven, though. Later very few sylphs posed horizontally.

    Then the evening skies were still and warm. The SF Giants won the fourth game against the Texas Rangers. The twosome came over to watch with us and ate dinner, too. I was the one who passed out most of the candy to approximately 66 customers, err, children. Then I decided that around 9:00pm was the closing time for passing out decay-causing candies and chocolates. The chips and pretzels were gone. The decorations that Paw and Maw put up by themselves were taken down by moi in, say, just ten minutes. I just didn’t want Paw to pass out while on the stepping stool. Maw helped to carefully place the contents in their containers for next year. I decided to cut and throw away the old twines attached to the decors.

    The kids were normal. Some wore scary masks. One work an air pilot’s outfit. The usual fairies came out and that’s all I remember.

  • Vote By Mail

    At around 4:00pm yesterday, Maw and I got pissed off because we needed to drop off all three of our “Absentee Ballots”, which we filled out together at the dinner table on Friday evening after dinner. Our choices were the same. We sealed, signed and dated the blue envelope and took pictures of each other holding our voting envelopes proudly.

    We both left Paw to get ready for that evening’s mass prior to picking him up at around 4:30pm after dropping off our voting materials at the drop-off box near the flagpole. The box is located outside the building. A very blue-eyed, disabled guy (who looked similar to an ex-boyfriend on mine from years ago) took our blue envelopes and popped those into the drop-off box as a courtesy. He told us that we could check online for the status of the envelopes. Again, disabled people are good folks. He is the friendly type.

    Anyway, I just went online at “The County of Santa Clara – Registrar of Voters (DEP)” to track our “vote by mail ballot” a few minutes ago. This is the response I got for the three of our votes:

    Vote by Mail Ballot Tracking

    Here is the result of your search:

    NOTE: If you have any questions or problems, please call (408) 299-8640.

    Election: November 2, 2010 Gubernatorial General Election
    House Number: [whatever]
    Zip Code: [whatever]
    Birth Date: [whatever]
    Ballot Mailing Date: [whatever]
    Ballot Returned Date: Your absentee ballot has not been received.

    Find a Ballot Drop Off Location

    [Search]

    New Results are posted daily and available after 9:00 p.m. Please check back if we don’t show receipt of your ballot.

    I was, like: “Hey! WTF? It’s past 9:00pm!” I guess Absentee Ballots are not “counted” on weekends. Because when Maw and I went inside the building to personally drop off our envelopes, the place was closed and only open from Monday to Friday between the hours of 8:00am to 5:00pm.

    So I’ll check back later on. But we know that the election process – from the candidates, propositions, measures, etc. – is rigged to the favor of the wealthy. That’s just our opinions, of course. However, I assume to know more than what the general public is not meant to know. Brouhaha!

  • Visitor’s Pass

    At around 10:00pm, Paw passed away (temporarily). He actually “passed out” for approximately ten to fifteen fifteen to twenty seconds. Maw panicked and turned beet red in the face while trying to revive him in her arms. I let a blood curdling scream: “Dad!”. Maw said: “Call 9/11!” Paw said: “I’m okay.”

    He was okay after the doctor at the emergency discharged him around 1:30am. Apparently, the increased dosage to one of his medicine prevents his heart from pumping blood to Paw’s brain while another medicine lowered his blood pressure.

    I surmised that he was pissed off that we said more novenas and litanies than the normal three chaplets done in thirty minutes that evening; was still grieving internally for his recently deceased Maw; and got shocked from this afternoon’s news of his deceased uncle.

    I also sensed that his physiological response to EXTREME psychological and emotional stress, like moi, is the decreased blood supply to the brain and the resulting cold and clammy feeling. Mine would be blue lips. His was the color of death – pallor of ash.

    He temporarily died while sitting on his chair, which is usually positioned facing the miniature alter upstairs in Maw’s bedroom. I noticed he stamped his left foot out of FRUSTRATION, which was rare. His speech pattern was off and he couldn’t follow the prayers or respond accordingly.

    Then I noticed that he started to turn left very slowly as if to look at Maw. His eyes were open and staring blankly to a slightly upper left hand corner. His body was stiff and unresponsive. His tummy didn’t move up and down to the rhythmic motion of breathing. He was really dead. His upper body slid slightly off the chair and onto Maw’s bed to his left as I saw his unblinking eyes in my seven o’clock direction from him.

    I was standing at that time and didn’t flick or react until Maw said screamed for me to call 9/11. I didn’t feel ready to grieve at the time for I was on the phone with the response team and trying to answer the questions clearly and coherently. Right there, death doesn’t bother me. Right there, dying doesn’t frighten me. Right there, I was prepared to fight back the tears and didn’t care for my feelings.

    I had to “be brave” as the boy told me while conversing at the waiting room. The twosome came after I called the boy’s cellphone, which he didn’t pick up because his battery needed charging and then hers, which she thankfully answered! But she mistakenly used the wrong sets of word to relay the message to the boy: “He passed away.” “He passed out” would have prevented the boy from feeling palpitation in his heart. He was pissed to have heard the incorrect words.

    So it’s around 3:18am, Maw is sleeping while Paw is logging his entry for yesterday. Maw took her Valium and Paw will resume his old medication at 25mg a day. I (on the other hand) have had enough with those Masons, Satans, Wiccans and their bizarre rituals of bloody sacrifices. “All Hallows Day” may have taken his Uncle Julian this year and his grandmother “Taling” many years ago but last night was not the night to take Paw.

    You will not pass this time.

  • One-Eyed Kitty

    When we were young, we were restless. I was mostly clueless and didn’t stop my younger brother from throwing a small rock at a very black kitty cat. The small projectile injured the left eye of the kitty and rendered it blind in that one eye.

    I believe that we are cursed for burning ants with our magnifying glass, swatting flies in mid air, skewering baby Monarch butterfly caterpillars and squashing spiders and vacuuming other small critters.

    While I washed tonight’s dinner dishes, I cradled the poor kitty in my mind’s eye, soothing it to sleep. I also sensed that my brother should repent and ask forgiveness of the kitty from long ago. Perhaps then he will have have peace of mind and less fighting while conscious and in his dreams.

  • 20101030-Phone Call

    Well, Paw just got a long distance call a few minutes ago that his maternal uncle “Julian” passed away in the Philippines at around 1:05am on Sunday (or Halloween Day if they celebrate the event). Julian is the last of five siblings of his mother’s side. Paw seemed quite affected by the news. He is calling his other relatives now.

    We kids really don’t know the guy except by name.

  • Seven More Demons

    With regard to the divorced nutter next door, I figured one demon is better than seven spirits more wicked than her. So I guess she does serve a purpose after all. It was a small thought since the latest incident last Saturday. This thought was in reference to the following Biblical passages:

    Matthew 12 KJV

    43When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest, and findeth none. 44Then he saith, I will return into my house from whence I came out; and when he is come, he findeth it empty, swept, and garnished. 45Then goeth he, and taketh with himself seven other spirits more wicked than himself, and they enter in and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first. Even so shall it be also unto this wicked generation.

    Luke 11 KJV

    24When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest; and finding none, he saith, I will return unto my house whence I came out. 25And when he cometh, he findeth it swept and garnished. 26Then goeth he, and taketh to him seven other spirits more wicked than himself; and they enter in, and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first.

  • Actors’ Hoards

    During this Monday’s morning sermon by Father Michael, he mentioned the following word definition:

    Hypocrites

    Origin:
    1175–1225;  ME ipocrite  < OF < LL hypocrita  < Gk hypokritḗs  a stage actor, hence one who pretends to be what he is not, equiv. to hypokrī́ ( nesthai ) ( see hypocrisy) + -tēs  agent suffix

    Hypocrite is Greek word meaning ACTOR, which means they usually play a role and assume the personality set of that character. It’s almost close to having multiple personality. And that is a psychiatric illness.

    For the most part, actors are creative artists, initially starving and coming from humble roots. Later, as the actors, who are supposed to keep true to their art and inspire others to learn the trade of being “actors”, who entertain but hopefully so not to fool their audience, they are sometimes prone to addictive habits in substance abuse, such as drugs and alcohol and other an abuse to self and others, loved ones and strangers alike.

    These asset are no longer “true actors” but mindless puppets, who are groomed like dogs by their handlers. The actor’s hard earned wealth are reaped by their handlers; while the puppets enjoy their temporary limelight of fame and fortune. Upon the deaths of these assets by nefarious “whack jobs”, they are “taken cared of” by their managers, accountants, estate planners, lawyers and other ungrateful administrative tools, such as family and friends.

    Again in my previous blog entries, instead of getting the family involved, these assets are taken advantaged of by those who seek to profit from the hard work of these artists. In a world full of hypocrites, its no wonder people are better off dead so that others can take from the rich. Get it?

  • Hallows Day

    At around 9:30am today, I talked to two little Viet kids. One was not a pink fairy but Tinkerbell. The tip of her right wing is a little torn. The boy was an Autobot – yellow color – Nightstalker or Prowler.

    At around 12:00am to 1:15pm, Hoan, Theresa and I enjoyed the Halloween party. The catered food was tomato wrap, hot potato salad, smallbread with three or more types of cheese spreads and lots of desser wedges all stacked up on nice silver-like displays. But I sat with Theresa and the finance department. The VP of finance was there and so was the accounting manager. Allan B. took the day off. My main fantasy guy took his lunch away from the crowd.

    The costume winner was a “She-Devil” for $100 prize. “Tupac Shakur” and “Renaissance Man” followed as 2nd and 3rd, respectively. It’s obvious the company sold out – Satan, who is FEMALE! And Tupac lives! Amazingly he looks like the artist! The other big white guy is normal.

    I took some pictures but the “Dark Angel” dressed in black with black wings got in the way. The “Poisonous Spider” looked all black and blue. There’s a couple of TALL and groovy guys with wigs from the 70’s – an Afro and the sideswept bangs.

  • Couldn’t Sleep

    I couldn’t get to sleep well last night because I was:

    • Worried about “my family” going homeless (again);
    • Worried about “my family” starving (again);
    • Worried about my finances and temp job from hell;
    • Feeling too cold that I had to wear the girl’s lime-green colored bath robe of VERY SOFT acrylic – (Thank you!);
    • Feeling too hot from the heater and/or strange prinkly heat that I got some red rashes and red bites probably from little mites;
    • Feeling sick with some soreness inside and towards the back flap of my left nostril area; and
    • Feeling angry and resentful against TPTB and pals.

    Like yesterday, Maw and I felt sleepy this morning. She and I closed out eyes during yesterday morning’s mass and napped! I believe she napped again this morning. I definitely snoozed a little bit.

    She has been having her asthma attack the whole of this week and during the nights, just prior to our daily, evening rosary prayers. I especially have no been feeling “right” and laid-off the organic milk from home to put into my mug full of Flavia coffee at work. And John and Tess are sneezing like they got cooties here at work. Even the Viet wouldn’t stop coughing after he brought his whole family to Disneyland in Los Angeles, CA – the place of mostly reptilians (or reptoids). They are a bunch of creepy, people – loud, obnoxious and dry-humored clowns.

    I believe the recent spraying of chemtrails during these foggy mornings have lead to the sick, flu-like feeling all around us. And that means I should stay indoors and avoid inhaling the spews during my walks around the buildings. But the sylphs yesterday and today are worknig overtime.