Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: relationships

  • One-Eyed

    Like the divorced nutter, L0L!nda, who married her one-eyed, second husband, Juan, an illegal ALIEN, my VERY first “boyfriend”, who was a butt ugly, dark-skinned guy but had a good heart and a street wise attitude, had one eye – a “lazy left eye”! It was more prominent than his good, right eye, by the way.

    His one eye could be compared to “The Eye of Providence, or the all-seeing eye of God” – one of many symbols of the Freemason.

    We met over twenty years ago. So right there, I’ve been tagged by the Illuminati. I’ve read somewhere online that certain people are “chosen” and then “bred” with other reptilians (or reptoids) or something like that.

    It’s no co-incidence folks! I once fell in love with my own one-eyed “Horus“!

    The Eye of Horus is an ancient Egyptian symbol of protection and royal power from deities, in this case from Horus or Ra. The symbol is seen on images of Horus’ mother, Isis, and on other deities associated with her.

  • 20101028-Turning Cloudy

    Okay! What happened to my sunshine, clear blue skies, clouds and sylphs? Bring them back! For the past few hours, the foggy clouds came rolling in! Was it something I can’t afford to do this time? Wow! Is it that bad? Damn!

    You can tell those other set of reptoids to burn in hell. They continue to fool me and others. I don’t know what else to think. Do you expect me to believe your kinds are capable of doing good? All I see and hear are lies!

    How am I supposed to take the next course of action with uncertainties lurking in the near future? I guess I’m just supposed to kneel down on my knees and pray really hard. Is that it? It’s not supposed to happen this time? Wow!

  • Addressing Moi

    “Manang, Flynn!”

    ~Mike

    “Senior, Mike!”

    ~Moi

    —
    I’m like, WTF? Isn’t that supposed to be an impolite way of addressing someone who is NOT an older sister and unmarried? I’m five years younger than he is and far from being married. But this is the polite way of addressing a Filipina for the Ilocano & Cebuano. Since I understand Tagalog, Mike should have addressed moi as Ate, not as in the past tense for eating food, but pronounced as “Ahh’ – te”.

    Of course, I’m clueless and get thrown off easily by surprises. I had to explain that to him plus the fact that I’m “deaf”. So we walked off from the water fountain after he got his snacks of chips and the blue water bottle and after I finished dispensing my warm water between HOT and COLD.

  • Dirt Path

    Today, I walked the dirt path of eBay. Two dark-skinned Filipinos, who rushed through the traffic to get in front of me from the left took the dirt path, which thankfully is not muddy. The dirt is mostly creamy, sometimes pink with loose gravels shining like diamonds. Some debris of fallen leaves are strewn. I could see some cement.

    Most of the time was sunny with little shade. Only a few “forest-like trees” with their distinct scent offered a few moments of wilderness and shade. Then I intercepted Theresa, who walked a few yards with me to the back parking lot. She didn’t say much except me: Good.

    For most of my walk, I thought about the rent money for “my family”, about my monthly draft near the thousands to cover a debt settlement program located in San Mateo, CA: (Your cousins live here, Pete) and how two “UFO” clouds appeared southbound to spot the skies, along with miniature “heads” of sylphs northbound. One chemtrail went over my temp job from hell this morning and a few more were being eaten up by sylphs this afternoon.

    I have no choice to but hate you Pete. Even the Feds suck:

    “Good to hear your voice. Thank you. Everything is running smoothly. It’s going to take some time. Hang in there. Be patient. Everything is fine.”

    Can you see what’s going on here folks? Do you think I could hate TPTB? There is no answer. Fast forward OVER ten slong years, do you think the lawyers would believe anyone now? Do you see how HEARTLESS these people can be to others? Prove me wrong, morons.

  • Two More Surprises

    At around 10:20am today, we each got a palm-sized plastic pumpkin from a nice lady with a narrow head full of brunette hair. The orange-colored smiling “Jack” had its head stuffed full of candy of four pieces – one purple-colored EYEBALL, one small Smarties candy roll and two small packages Whoppers candy balls.

    At around 11:20am today, I got a phone call from Paw. Both Maw and he went to Bishoff’s Medical & Mobility off Bascom Ave. (not Beshoff Motorcars off Tully Rd.) for their new Omron® blood pressure monitor. He got it for $130.01 with tax. He didn’t get lost but spoke for over five minutes and later about his baseball game on television. It’s the San Francisco Giants. They haven’t won in over 52 years.

    Normally, I don’t like personal phone calls while at work. This phone system has a “Caller-ID” feature and time duration of each call. But I cannot stop the elderly from proudly calling about their new electronic gadget. It’s suppose to be “doctor’s recommended”.

  • Monkey Chooses

    In a fake lab, there is a professor/scientist and his experiment subject – a monkey. This primate has undergone rigorous testings. In one test, this advanced human starved the monkey and places two stimulus. One is a wad of cash and the other is a basket of fruits.

    Now you’d obviously answer that the hungry animal would go after the basket of fruits. Not so in this scenario. For you see, the test subject is a VERY intelligent animal – a human. He went for the wad of cash, knowing he could buy more than one basket of fruits.

    The test is concluded: Although money cannot be eaten, putting the paper tiger to good use means a whole lot to the starving populous.

    You asked: “Did the monkey get his yearly supply of fruit baskets?” That depends on how YOU my dear readers wish to conclude this story.

  • Bad DPH

    After yesterday’s lunch walk, I felt my allergic attack. I took my Benadryl at around 1:30pm. And then for the rest of the day, I did nothing because I was napping in between the SLAMMING back door and people walking by my desk. I left early because I didn’t take my late afternoon break.

    The little antihistamine pill worked so effectively that I was napping during this morning’s mass!

    Then this morning, the pest, Hoan, emailed me about whether or not I will be taking overtime. I’m like: F.U. Is he like my supervisor or something? I normally don’t reply to his personal emails, which is in the guise as work related. These people are so weird. Why can’t there be normal people?

    Well, there are some normal people, like the girl sitting next to me and Theresa who placed two lipsticks on my desk. One is Estee Lauder – Pink Parfait # 161. The other one is Trendy Mauve by Luxury Products LLC. Usually when people are that generous, they are up to something, like Leoni was and moi, of course. So how am I supposed to repay her for her kindness, by walking with her every friggin’ day?

    Again, sometimes I prefer walking alone or with that handsome guy. Either way, I’ve got to learn tolerance. I just don’t like talking about my boring, superficial and non-eventful life. There’s nothing to share except just walk around and enjoy nature and good company.

  • 20101028-Stupid Does

    Here are more stupid things I’ve done:

    • On Monday’s lunch walk, I used my left knee to press the cross-walk button out of frustration. I hurt my left knee but the pain of its “dislocation” has seem to disappear.
    • On Tuesday evening, I decided to stretch Maw’s legs. I started with the left and then the right. When I cupped my left palm underneath her right heels and pulled, I felt a series of snapping, popping and realigning of my bum left wrist. The movements were so strong that the sensation moved from my hand to her foot. Maw looked up and I walked away quickly and silently while holding my bum hand in amazement.
    • On Wednesday afternoon, I had taken a Benadryl. I felt my throat tighten up again. This was probably from the air being “polluted” with freshly mowed lawn, which Theresa claims to like. I’m allergic to grass and weed based on the “scratch tests” on my back. The stupid test from years ago didn’t test for exotic fruits, however. How stupid is that technology? I went to sleep right after dinner and awoke around 11:30pm. My heart rate was rapid and loud.

  • 20101023-Divorced Nutter

    When I had FULLY opened the blinds upstairs and the windows to allow some fresh air indoors while vacuuming the parlor-designed carpet, I believe the divorced nutter got paranoid that we are looking down into her backyard and laughing at her.

    I remembered hearing the VERY faint sounds of a “baby mewling” or a “cat meowing”. Then I said in aloud French:

    “Ecouté bien! Elle est folle. Elle est mal à tête!”

    I assumed that the Asian renters (either Chinese or Vietnamese) had their grandchild with them. So that’s why I said something in French in the hopes they understood.

    The sounds stopped. I had brought out two fans from upstairs and Paw brought the other two from downstairs. Then my sounds started: The air compressor was many times more nerve wracking for the nutball than it was for moi, because I’ve learned to desensitize my pain threshold recently.

    Then the spraying from the nutball’s garden hose OVER THE SHARED FENCE started, along with the nutball’s phone call to the SJPD, THREE HOURS after SHE was hollering from the top of her lungs while on the top of the patio.

    “Manang! Palinda! Salbahe! Bastos! Why do you have to be so nasty?”

    Of course, I ignored her and turned my back, not knowing if she was looking through the fence or up on the patio roof. The sound of the air compressor drowned out the demon’s noise. To the SJPD, you’ve read my recent blog entry about how Paw saw her on the patio roof. We forgot to mention that SAFETY hazard to you twits.

    So when I make sounds at my desk at, it’s probably the frustrated demons from within. It might have rubbed off on me. You see, I reflect what is going on around me. I report what is strange and weird. I may be slightly empathic and tend to absord other people’s cooties. So now you know.

  • 20101025-More Spooks

    At around the 10:50am, I was walking around the building. I saw the SJFP red-colored fire truck in the distance northbound from where I was starting my mid-morning break. One guy got out to do something to the yellow fire hydrant. The truck moved up a few more feet to the next fire hydrant and another guy got out to work on the hydrant. Then the truck rounded the corner to its right and parked across another hydrant in which the driver got out and worked on the hydrant, which was to my left.

    But I scooted to the right between some bushes and avoided any possible sprays from his activities. [Snickering!] I should have talked to the nice-looking, skinny, white boy and find out why they keep working on the fire hydrants near this area.

    Then after another five to ten minutes, I finished the “half-circuit” of walking and saw the fire truck (T-28) make its was into the back parking lot, down a couple of aisle and towards the back, only to roll away slowly to the cul-de-sac and out the “drive”.

    I got my shoes, paused, looked, thought and carried on my way (a song).

  • 20101026-Bored Again

    In one hour, I’m friggin’ bored again! From the moment I logged into the computer to finishing up the scheduling of new orders, I got my coffee, checked my emails and blogged! OMG! What am I going to do next? Am I just going to sit here and rant some more? Nah. Actually, there’s lots of “work” to be done – like pegging, boosting, fantasizing about the handsome GREEK guy and reporting any weird stuff and thoughts that may happen to enter my small mind.

    OMG! The skies are crispy and blue. It’s good weather for holding hands with my fantasy guy, wherever he may be – in my dreams, of course. Again, I love fairy tales, romances and beauty in nature. I don’t like it when reality is “too good to be true“. I love red roses and blue violets, too. Hahaha! I rhymed here!

    It’s no wonder things seems to be calm today: I remembered to power up Steevo’s Desktop SP and didn’t get enough sleep from switching and tweaking my weblog late last night. I forgot yesterday and last week. I really should buy Shrimpsei’s Nano Otter Box. It may be lightweight. Plus it has a iPod thingy for downloading MP3 frequency 528.

    If only justice is served NOW, then I’d love to buy more orgone stuff.

  • 20101025-Noticing Numbers

    Yesterday, I took a snapshot of Paw’s odometer for his Mazda Protogé. It read 33,133. He wanted me to take a snapshot when the odometer read all three’s: 33,333.

    Today, I finally bought my scar gel and three makeup products near the $1.00 range. The total amount came to $33.04. Two are brown colored lipstick – one regular lipstick and the other pencil. I wanted to achieve my old gangster look but with subtly.

    The black eye liner will help bring out my VERY SMALL eyes from behind my eyeglasses. The heavy eyeliner look should spook these smiling people: I really want to punch their faces with my gangster look.

    And as a surprise, I bought my self a DRUMSTICK ice cream. I believe it was fudge flavored, vanilla ice cream with peanuts. Yummy. I opened it and ate while driving with one hand. My coordination while doing two things at one time is VERY compromised. I was barely able to concentrate.

    Then I greeted Maw who was exhausted from cleaning the poop off the tray of the parakeets and I offered her my 5/6 remainder of my sugar cone delight. She ate it all!