Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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  • 20060617-Friendly Lessons

    Friends may come and go. Good friends show their kindness in special ways and reciprocate with sincere appreciation. Those that teach us lessons the hard ways are not meant to be kind and not at all thankful.

    One co-worker has a good heart and habit of offering treats fresh fruits, chocolates or other sweets. She sometimes throws these on my desk. I don’t mind these kind gestures and have shared her lunch during days when I felt hungry or too lazy to get up from my desk to go downstairs to the cafeteria to feed myself. I have repaid her by buying her lunch one time. My boss sometimes covers for my lunch which I repay later with whatever cash withdrawal I have left from my bank.

    On 06-15-2006, I’ve received two food surprises. The first one was a free strawberry parfait sitting on my desk that morning. I’ve eaten that one for breakfast and don’t know who gave me that treat. Later on and in another vain attempt to interrupt my cross training with the brat, the other temp had given me a hard boiled egg with a pink stamp imprinted: ‘Best eaten before July 4, 2006’. I ate that one for lunch and without salt, which I could not locate in the mini lunch room.

    On 06-16-2006, I’ve received a surprise greeting from a chatter named ‘Regret Jackboot’. We met through a forum earlier this year. We chatted for thirty minutes until 06:15PM. There was little to say because this was his only time to get online. We talked about the weather and how his area reached 115 degrees. I described my area as being cool and breezy. Both our skies looked clear and blue.

    I learned that he was trying to land a new teaching job and to find relief from his ‘frustrated’ condition and that his Mom is doing fine after a dental appointment. For whatever reason, I knew he would suggest a visit to California. That’s not a bad idea but I wouldn’t know how to be good enough host to strangers. At least his webcam showed to me that he is not scary looking but a bit fleshy, which is fine by me.

    On 06-17-2006, we received a surprise visit from the airheads at 12:30PM. Brat claimed to need a map for Frisco. But we knew that this was an attempt was to invite Paw to a dim-sum meal, which Paw immediately refused and demanded only a hug prior to their leaving. The couple will attend tomorrow’s 07:00AM mass as a result.

    Maw clearly did not speak with Brat and pulled Twit upstairs to express her views that Brat was spending too much on unnecessary items and that they should save for their old age. And she showed Twit how I cleaned the upstairs to reduce the clutters created by Brat by packing up his remaining property. Maw has received reassurance from Twit who will take care of Brat.

    At least Brat, picked up his mail, two boxes of old models, one bag of stuffed animals and three brown paper bags of paints and varnishes. He has yet to pick up the expensive framed picture of a squirrel I gave to him as a gift; his punching bag and other items. He has picked up the message that we do not take kindly from the likes of his attitude and he wondered why I look like I am preoccupied with something.

    The lessons from friends are these little surprises. The lessons from enemies are of little surprise. Today as we ate our hot soup lunch of veggies and fish outdoors under the open patio and with the cool breeze blowing on the bright sunny day, we learned that people are teaching us how to be friends without conditions.

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    Saturday June 17, 2006 – 06:00pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060611-Silently Busy

    My day has been very slow but productive as I kept busy around the house. At 10:30AM I heard the garage door slam downstairs. This signaled that my bio-units are out of the house. I did my usual morning routine.

    My body did not feel like responding to any movement at all and thought I was low on energy. So I drank a small amount of coffee drink, which didn’t work, and then orange juice from the fridge.

    I waited for a boost as I lay on my bed. I craned my head upward to look outside my window and saw the nice blue skies. This was another refreshing day as the cool wind blows through my window. Later in the afternoon, there were pop corn clouds. In the evening, wispy vertical clouds came forth in the western horizon.

    There was little hope of any recovery as the lethargy of blogging in the morning until 04:30PM continues to weigh upon me. So I lay on my computer bed and did the same as I wait for any motivation.

    I sighed and went downstairs and started removing items from my bio-unit’s closet that belonged to the linen and storage closets upstairs. After bagging almost a dozen pairs of old eyeglasses and cases and stuffed away in another cabinet, I proceeded to organize smaller plastic drawers for Maws sewing and medical supplies.

    The items were illogically organized. Buttons were in the thread compartment; splinters were mixed in with bandages and leftover garters and scraps materials had no place. The mess made me frustrated as I did my best to make sure this won’t happen again. But I know my efforts will be temporary.

    I have placed Maws personally knitted wears, her sweaters and some shirts haphazardly to the original shelves where I removed boxed items, such as baby and christening clothes, an old childhood vaporizer which is now in the garage with other rarely used appliances, and a box of figurines meant to be gifted as junk.

    Then the pain of transferring between two cleared closets upstairs began. I could not decide how to start and had to stop my brain from thinking and meditated for an answer. Nothing inspirational came to mind as I debated between the ‘electronic’ closet and the ‘paper’ closet.

    Two old computers and one monitor were already sitting in my computer closet. So this would be the ‘electronic’ closet, which now contains Paw old projector; projector screen and other electronic goods, such as an old Atari system with game cartridges; old negatives of photos; and more of Paws accessories to photography.

    The ‘paper’ closet is already loaded with toilet paper and paper towels which were brought from the parking lot sale of a military facility. Old hangers made of wood, wires, plastics and of various shapes and sized hang here. Some holiday figurines; decorations; gift wrapping accessories from downstairs and the garage have been stored in this closet.

    I had to move four carry on downstairs to be stored underneath the stairs with the rest of the luggage. I had Paw throw a useless one without its leather handle. I found three more of Brats property but have stored the Atari cartridges with the unit and dumped the two in the garage for later pick up.

    Nearby was the front door closet, which is directly in front of the main door. I kept this door open to aerate the odor from Paws’ leather jackets while I placed my snowboard from underneath the stairs to the closet on the right. I had to move the jackets over and hang three long umbrellas to the right.

    My next closet was the linen. But I had to eat lunch and feed Maw who had walked around the backyard. She is beginning to look at our fluffy white clouds above. This is encouraging her to see pictures in the clouds too. I love taking pictures and show her what I see from my camera.

    Paw was ironing his new clothes. It seems that he also bought a new pair of slippers earlier this morning. Since he couldn’t find some nice cotton pairs, he opted for the leather ones. He likes the open toes and not the kinds that strap between the toes.

    I don’t like those painful straps either. My toes are already spaced far apart. While on this subject, tight shoes and high heels are eliminated from my wardrobe. I am down to the same ugly pair of fake black leather pumps and my white rubber shoes for running.

    So upstairs I went and cleaned up the small hallway cabinet. This one is designated for holiday table clothes and napkins. I couldn’t believe I found leftover materials with red trucks and two styles of kitchen window coverings. I found a white oblong napkin with green embroidery all by itself and placed it on our alter space nearby.

    I vacuumed more spider webs from the closets and from the shelves. The linen closet was confusing because we have more miss matches than necessary. There was enough space for two more hampers. I found a plastic caddy with four small shelves from the kitchen and requested Maw to buy me the same one in lime green color to match.

    So I stuffed washcloths and hand towels here and left the bottom shelf to the large towels. I do not understand the logic for having too many towels for so few people living in this house. Maybe this is for emergency or flooding purposes or for guests that never seem to come by.

    The middle shelf remained for bed sheets and bed spreads. The top shelf smelled moldy as I stuffed the four ruffled bed skirts; replaced two boxes of blankets from the ‘paper’ closet; and folded two bed liners and a blanket. The remaining blankets are either currently in use or remain downstairs in my bio-units’ closet.

    By 05:00PM, the day slowed down to feeding the ailing TC by hand with oat groats and taking my much needed shower. Later I found Maw coming upstairs to remove and replace the pillow case from Brat’s purple pillow to mine. We didn’t deliver this one and three other items to the boy because Paw felt the boy would come by to pick up later on. We then ate dinner.

    Maw seemed lonely and came upstairs. She requested I help her exercise her left leg by leaning on her bend leg towards her front. Later she wanted to hear a Filipino favorite on cassette tape but I had to retrieve her boom box from her bedroom. The heavy stereo looked great on Brats’ armoire.

    I didn’t realize she would stay this long upstairs. We soon danced to two musics and I found that we synchronized our dance steps towards the end of the second tune. She, like Grandma Val, is very graceful. I, on the other hand, am too stiff and my steps are not light. I do leave heavy print marks behind, by the way.

    I tried to entertain her some more by measuring the distance from and between the walls of the armoire and the dresser. The vacuum couldn’t clear one side and had to take out all the drawers of one piece and move a bit to the right each time. I used my middle finger to measure the distance of exactly two inches from the wall. My middle finger is exactly three inches to the knuckle.

    I was getting a headache from her loud music and the closed windows. Earlier Maw wanted my windows closed because she felt cold. I felt suffocated and wanted to get out the same room because of the heat and her smell. There was also this pressure head ache as I lighted my two candles before my make shift alter upstairs for the night.

    By 08:30PM, Maw claimed that she needed to use the bathroom downstairs. And I finally could rest. I tried to blog but the different one was being serviced. So I decided to meditate until 09:20PM. I felt some tummy ache as I thought of the events of today; how to improve our harmony together and to stop thinking too much.

    With that said, I’ve accomplished much today. I did receive some appreciation for today’s work from Maw, who, in return, received her compliments from her friend ‘Any Season’, who had left a phone message last Friday claiming that the very sound of Maws voice or encouraging words healed the old lady. I have yet to hear the heartfelt and sincere thanks from Brats but silence is golden, right?

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    Sunday June 11, 2006 – 11:44pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060606-Amen Signs

    Although my time as been spent inside this building that is similar to being locked inside a jail, nothing but another beautiful day existed for me. The sun was warm to feel and the air was refreshing to breathe. Some wispy clouds have made their majestic presence too.

    Today is 06-06-06. This is suppose to indicate something is about to happen. I didn’t like seeing all those white prints against the black background plastered high up on billboards to commercialize this movie. The movie does no justice for a boy named ‘Damien’ with special gifts.

    I especially do not appreciate how they would demonize this little spit ball of fire. People should not be programmed to be afraid of this one person because of who he is or what he is capable. There are ways to lovingly manage an angry child of non-human ancestry.

    ‘Omen’ is to be defined as either bad or good. So far in spite of the ominous movie, the cool weather has been fine. Moreover, I found a recent headline of positive steps towards peace, which is supposed to be rare between two countries

    Today’s auspicious omen shows that the barrier of fear is being torn down and that the fruit of peace is being planted together. Once again, nuclear programs may seem scary and risky. But when more advanced and unknown technology exists, that is something else to reckon.

    After watching the first movie, I am no longer programmed to believe that anything associated with ominous signs are to be regarded as bad. But today, the fear for those that do not understand love, life and laughter and today’s positive steps towards peace is their ill omen. Amen!

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

  • 20060603-Cleaning Clutter

    Finally, I will enter today’s blog regarding our cleaning the backyard. I awoke several times during the morning but did not actually get out of bed until around 09:05AM. As I opened the blinds to let in the sunlight, I did smell Maw’s cooking downstairs.

    We had expected Brat to visit us today as soon as Twit left to work on Saturday. But I told my bio-units he is inconsistent. And Twit has already expressed this truth. He did not show up at all and we were not surprised but perhaps disappointed; since he does live only two minutes away.

    We finished breakfast in our calmer manner now that Brat has moved away and on with his life. By 10:00AM, we were not sure how to begin the day. We opted to either walk around the mall in Milpitas, CA or start with more cleaning of clutter from over the years. I messaged Brat to come pick up more of his junk later on.

    Maw’s suggestion started out with the old bird cages sitting under the patio of our backyard. So afterward and in my leisurely pace, I washed and dried the biggest black cage. The bars on this one cage is spaced smaller for the feet of these parakeets but the interior seemed to cramp for these fat ones.

    Then the matter of figuring out how to store the golden cage of medium size and three smaller ones of two green and one purple remained. I had difficulty finding big enough plastic bags that would fit over the golden cage, which once housed out beloved, late JoJo of thirteen years old. Then my big brain found a thirty-nine gallon hefty sized plastic bag that worked its miracle.

    The other cages had already been bundled nicely. All that was left was replacing the dusty ones with fresh plastic bags. I had found a nice empty wall near the Benz and proceeded to stuff the purple and green cages inside this black cage and the golden cage placed below the open iron cabinet. The loose wires were placed below also.

    Paw accomplishment today was cleaning out the fish cabinet of iron. There were old equipment of charcoal filters; two lamps and other items. He wiped down this cabinet that we assembled on 02-19-1984 for $32.25. He found my hand written date stamp painted underneath Paws self assembled wooden piece to the iron structure.

    He swept the dustiness and dried leaves from behind where the cabinet was once located and he moved my plastic tool holder back where I originally had installed this under the patio. After Brat moved his junk out from underneath the patio, the place is cleaner and more livable.

    Maw did the cooking and some other smaller tasks due to her deteriorating health condition and old age. She cleaned the parakeet containers and swept more debris from off the cemented floor of the patio. She screamed out in her normal frustration; blamed both Paw and me for the habit of saying ‘No’; and accused us of not appreciating her hard work.

    Today, after over three decades, the three of us sat down together for an outdoor picnic. We pulled out the white table, which was hand made from a left over door during one of the many house remodeling projects; set the table for a two course meal of fish head soup with asparagus and lug-lug noodles; and waited for Paw to come over after five minutes of cleaning himself up.

    My stomach ached probably from all the exertion of cleaning the clutter out back. But I knew my system had to use the toilet but didn’t feel any need. So after my eating up almost all the noodles and my bio-units eating up the fish soup; we cleaned up some more and felt better.

    The day is beautiful; the sky is clean; and the air is warm. The refreshing day has brought us together to clean up more clutter from the backyard and to enjoy each others company with our first picnic of lunch under the open patio.

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    Saturday June 3, 2006 – 03:11pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060530-Crispy Clear

    The crispy clear skies today were breathtaking.
    My peace has been found with each morning’s waking.

    That is how each morning should start out, crispy and clear. Yesterday’s holiday would have been filled with fluffy white clouds but we got sticky trail clouds instead. I believe people were really enjoying that holiday literally and probably forgot that everyday is meant to be hard work.

    Hard work doesn’t mean to lift a finger or to bend over backwards. Hard work means to lift both eyes to the skies and take deep breaths. This means to follow up with good and loving thoughts and clear the environment that way. It’s that easy. Today is better.

    After the sunlight made its way through the slits of my closed blinds and onto my closed eyelids, I arose from bed. I’ve greeted the parakeets; hand fed the ailing TC and cleaned their area. By 09:22PM, I left the house after having prepared breakfast for us three and cleaning up afterwards.

    Work was ordinary as I stayed until 07:00PM to finish today’s lockbox work. One temp called in sick probably from the recovery of his tattoos on both upper arms. And one came back from a long vacation and gave me a wallet as a souvenir.

    The other unusual event today involved three changes: a new VP of finance; a VP of human resources (who is formerally VP of finance) and a new Director. This goes to show that the company is making money.

    If I wanted a title with the added headache of more responsibilites, I’d like to be called ‘Director of Fun and Games’. That’s what I learned about the corporate world. It’s about playing hard with each other and laughing all they way.

    If I wanted more proof, I’d like to see the figures on my paycheck increase tremendously and added bonuses gratuitously. But since I am but a hard worker, this illustration shows that no one could climb the ladder of successful illusion without stepping on others below.

    Today, I learned that I’ve been stepped on for too long. And the wool of treachery has been lifted from my eyes. I could delve on the details further but that disclosure would not be wise. I am still accessing the situation at the moment.

    My frustration is not without merit for anger has been brewing and now is justified. I felt humor from these personal phone calls received today and I am not at all pleased. My next course of action will be yet another test.

    I could only summon my inner guidance for reassurance and that will have to do for now. Perhaps the blue skies has been my indicator of my well being and today is shown to be free and clear. That means I’ve left my troubles behind and will continue onward.

    With more energy and better outlook in life, my personal committment to whatever and wherever continues in small steps. Those with a more ‘gung ho’ attitude and clearer visions are encouraged follow through with their own realities.

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

  • 20060522-Cool Calm

    I love cold weathers. This keeps my already hot headed disposition from overheating and getting angry. In addition to the cold day, we had lots of fluffy white cumulus clouds puffing up their beauty amidst the clear blue skies. I did upload a photo of the sun rising from behind one of these puffy ones into this Yahoo! 360 account.

    My work has been mostly calm as I continued to work diligently in front of the monitor. Four of us six members in the cash applications department are on vacation while one other temp; two others from IT and facilities shared our quiet aisle. But these ‘watchers’ do not calm of my already suspicious nature.

    My ‘watcher’s are hereby listed for today. From 09:00AM to 09:07AM, there was this flat ended guy wiping down his dark colored sedan with his red colored bath towel, which he would casually flag upon removing and replacing very neatly back into his trunk. He wore a ‘Gilligan’ outfit of white cap and red long sleeve shirt with dark colored pants. His position was next to the house across from us where a gardener was working on the landscape.

    Around 09:20AM, there was a light, beige colored SUV stranded on the ramp exiting to Highway 101. At 01:00PM, there was a white gardening truck with its load. The white driver got out of the vehicle after putting on the signal flasher and upon my stopping at the railway intersection. At 01:45PM, a dark colored, light SUV was under the shade of the tree next to the house across from us. The driver was hiding low inside the driver’s seat as I drove by his position.

    Other ‘watchers’ are these alleged co-workers at this place. There was another tall guy lurking near our printer area this morning. I assume this is because ‘Jerk Turdannatto’ was nearby. I am glad that the cute looking, blue eyed manager of the ‘contracts’ department kept this turd busy with conversation as I gave the cutie my sideways glance to keep this turd away from me.

    One brown haired guy kept visiting our area almost four times. The forth time I caught his reflection in my computer monitor and quickly rose up to follow him to the back area of the sales department, which is way on the opposite side of the building. ‘Richstink Stinkiness,’ who was slightly shorter than this ‘watcher’ passed by him and then me before I turned into the mini-lunch room to grab another lemon, iced tea in a can at 02:48PM.

    Other co-workers are weird because they would pass by for whatever reason and not have anything to do with finance, IT or facilities. Two blond females are noticeable from this morning with the first one coughing to signal her presence. The second one always seems to be around. I did not see ‘Joe’ recently.

    My conclusion is: These people are ‘idioms’ and will all burn in hell for bothering me. But that statement was not nice. So I retract that offense due to being angry. I could say that receiving several annoying phone calls of desperation angered me the most.

    I could only stay cool and calm to keep my anger under control. Being nice is very difficult and I managed to remain as professional as possible to avoid any misunderstandings and regrets later on. My inner peace has been possible by looking at the beauty of fluffy clouds floating outside my windows.

    I’ve learned that being nice is important especially when dealing with various types of people. There were too many instances where bad behavior from relatives and friends have been placed before the path of my family and me. As I have mentioned in my previous blogs, I found out that some people will never change and will continue their chosen path.

    My guidance has indicated from experience that fighting back is justified and is allowed in order to tip the scale back to balance out the forces of good and bad. This imagery is similar to children playing on the see saw. One goes up while the other goes down. This is fun when both work together.

    However, there is no fun when neither side wants to play. When the game is over, this does not mean a bad ending. This means both sides have a chance toward another final victory, if possible to achieve. The idea has always been to remain cool and calm with love and laughter.

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

  • 20060520-Friendly Brat

    Today has been mostly gray clouds over the whole Bay Area and not a single drop of rain fell. The air is cold and crispy as I looked above to see the Sun with its nice halo. There are some wispy clouds behind and that is enough to convince me that today will be another fine Saturday.

    We are frying fish outside the char broiler and the propane tank has enough fuel for many more fun filled days. The first one is catfish and the second one is tilapia, a popular Asian fish. I prefer tilapia because it’s meatier compared to the smelly catfish, which reminds me of old men with whiskers. There are three green chili peppers and a slab of meat being cooked also.

    At around 10:29AM, there were two black colored copters that flew from a southwest direction towards a northeast direction into the distance of Mt. Hamilton, CA. I do not know why they would make their presence known DIRECTLY over my home or my parents’ house.

    Yesterday and today, there were lots of light planes making their presence known in my airspace also. I never flew inside a light plane before and would assume that it’s too loud inside. Besides, I did mention in my previous blogs that my tummy doesn’t like the feeling of free falling.

    I took pictures of both copters; the gray clouds; the Sun’s halo and some birds with my CB in the background. This goes to show that my life as a novice writer and warrior, a dedicated hard worker and slave and a simple person and human, could be described as being none other than a Friendly Brat.

    My purpose in this lifetime is to observe the events unfolding in my immediate surroundings and learn all that I could and to take all the trials and errors that I could possibly encounter and make life both fun and enjoyable.

    Today should be another example of how there seems to be lots of wool being pulled over everyone’s eyes. The wool, in my opinion, could be fear, which I felt as my hand shook from excitement when I messaged Brat about the two copters flying above.

    The increase in police activities on the roads and in the skies and in spectacular headlines that seem to focus on negativity are examples of more wool that should not make us feel cold from fear like ice cold tea or lemonade but should keep us warm like sweaters knitted by loved ones.

    I would like to remind everyone that the mundane events have many positive outcomes on a daily basis that do not always make the headlines. This brat wants to make sure that the senses of new and old thinking in each and everyone are being tickled in a friendly manner.

    Once again, I would like to subscribe to the great comedy of life and allow everyone to discover that laughter is the best medicine. Besides, if we all want to one day meet our Maker, I would prefer to know that many great smiles have resulted from people who could make a difference in all that is good.

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    Saturday May 20, 2006 – 11:55am (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060503-Devoted Birth

    Ah yes. It’s another Wednesday and the third of the month of May. I thought there would not be any nice weather but some fluffy white clouds came out and so did the sun. There seems to be a white mistiness hovering in the air against the green hills in recent days.

    There was a trail cloud nearby and I took a couple of pictures. Now that I have access to a faster connection I will be able to upload as many beautiful pictures of the clouds and flowers.

    I no longer have to be the impatient person sitting on a hard back breaking chair. I will convince Brat to give me his old leather chair and possibly reimburse him for a new one instead.

    Today I was not in the mood to answer any personal phone call. And why should I? No one calls me on my cell phone anyways! This goes to show that my privacy is important.

    I save my brain from too much exposure to the waves emanating from the device and there is a little dot attached to it to reduce whatever could possible burn one’s ear holes.

    I did, however, had to return an important phone call and hope everything will be fine for everyone. I love processing paper works. It’s what I do for a living. My purpose is to bring hope.

    Little happened at work today with the exception of a top person was publicly humiliated. Some kid actually had the empowerment not to be stepped upon; unlike some people who smelled their way upward. I see two possible reasons why this could happen: quota and improvements.

    But I am not an expert and would rather take the backseat and watch the scenery unfold. My suspicion is that they like to work their way from the backdoor or from the bottom up to get to the real target, which could be no other than an important person like a novice writer right now.

    I will not speculate the reasons for people being treated as this individual has gone through. All I could share for today is that one’s fall is another’s rise. Paws day is to be recognized as a symbol of strength and devotion. He is stubborn but very patient as his Taurus bull sign dictates.

    He was born in a small province called Tuy, Batangas in Philippines. I do not know much about this place but there were lots of sugar canes and the popular fish sauce called Bagoong from Balayan, which is another province nearby.

    The stories of his childhood were not many. He did tell of having worms; walking without foot coverings; saving money for the bus; pooping with is next younger brother, Gigolo, underneath the house of his grandbio-units; crying for his mother because of working the fields of his grandbio-units; hearing the bird crying at the birth Gigolo; and being fed rice, soy sauce and coffee as his childhood sustenance.

    I know that Paw is a strong person. He does not say much and is always quiet, like me. I believe his rage is well hidden underneath his calm outward appearance of any Taurus sign and is rarely shown unless provoked by his wife or his son. What he does say or at least try to express is very difficult for him because English is not his first language.

    His passion is organizing, such as his recyclables and garbage. His hard work on his gardening and his paper works at his favorite wooden desk, which Maw and I bought for him on his birthday years ago, are two other main activities of his. He does get very particular with making sure his tools are well clean and put away properly in their places; just like his paper works.

    Sometimes he watches television with the sound turned very softly that I could not hear all that well. That’s not bad for someone older than me. Sports statistics are his forte. He would ramble on about people and other miscellaneous tidbits that would make me lose my train of thoughts. He does remember birthdays and anniversaries too.

    Politics is another major influence on him. He did mention that he used to go the City Hall in the Philippines and listen to the people speak of various agendas. Currently, he has to be weaned off of watching too much media driven programs regarding an administration that he totally dislikes.

    I know that Paw is devoted to his bio-units. He worked in the Navy and would be out to shore for nine months of the year as he left his bio-units and wife to cry. He would throw up because of motion sickness; get flu from Okinawa, Japan and haul gifts on his back through the same snow to get on the ship for his bio-units and friends.

    Paw is a generous guy because he did sponsor his sister to become a nurse, which was and still is a highly regard professions among Filipinos.’ He would sponsor other relatives to live and stay at his house during our growing years. During parties of those relatives, we would be the one to gift the largest amount. He did not forget Brat and me.

    Paw is a sentimental guy. Buying a simple birthday card would bring tears to his eyes. Today, I bought a card and found the same one from another year that I forgot to give! Any card that I chose has to mean something to me and the recipient. And he hugged me and said, ‘Thank you.’

    There are no days when his daily routine would not be broken. Every morning he eats one orange; one apple; two toast and warmed milk. Every afternoon he exercises. Every evening he eats his banana; sometimes does the dishes and always does the trash. Every night he takes forever in the bathroom. The pattern is very noticeable.

    This is the day Paw is born and we celebrated by going out to dinner. All five us (which included Twit) enjoyed our steaks and a desert of chocolate cake drowned in hot fudge and topped with vanilla ice cream. The night out was simple. Paw and I were the quietest; while Maw and Brat were talkative.

    I drove the Benz to and from our house because it’s the least I could do to reduce the anxiety of Brat’s already hyperactive mode. Driving at night is not too hard for me but my eyes are getting somewhat weaker and my sense of direction is getting there.

    My night is spent uploading the updates and installing other programs into my new faster computer. I’ve moved Brat’s bedroom furniture around again and my computer workstation on one side of the wall closest to the door. I could now rest in my bedroom and work at any time in the other room.

    I think I should rest now because this has been another busy day on Paws blessed day of sixty some odd years so far. I know that he will remember that we are still the bio-units he loves and he is proud to have the role of a caring father.

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    Wednesday May 3, 2006 – 11:59pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060428-Heaven’s Hell

    A little white car passed in front of me with a license plate that took me awhile to decipher. After a couple of minutes of mouthing the letters slowly, my brain finally realized what the message meant. I smiled and thought of preferring heaven over hell anytime. While in my car, I knew this would make another masterpiece in blog.

    Although the traffic was slow as usual around 08:22AM and on my way to work along northbound Highway 101, I came to believe that this little sign of hope crossed my path to prod me onward with only good thoughts and positive attitudes. The partially cloudy morning did indicate that I have better work on making today another smooth one.

    Upon arrival at work at 08:35AM, there were little donuts and bagels leftover. Usually there should be more remaining around 09:00AM but at least I’ve gotten a half portion of dry donuts, which I will wash down with the brown coffee of yuck later on from work. This should start the day out fine with some sweets.

    I sat down at my cubicle; immediately whipped out my passwords and logged online to process my credit card payments, which are all close to being maxed out. I have a total of six credit cards that I hope to one day bring down to zero balance and close out altogether. Living on credit is no fun and dwelling on cash is only an illusion.

    Hoping for lots of money is hell when there is none to be found. Experiencing anger and betrayal continues to challenge any prospective recipient of any good deal. The feeling could be similar to a practical joke I saw on television where people thought they won the lottery on fake numbers given by family members.

    Living without lots of money is hell after wealth has been enjoyed. Personally, if I worked hard to earn my place in society and suddenly fell off the ladder of success, I would feel very depressed and perhaps quite vengeful. I do not know anyone who would expect death as the next means to salvation of soul or peace of mind.

    Today, my little piece of heaven was feeling the euphoric buzz from drinking the US5.95 note worth of a tall frosty sized mug of margarita with salt and lime, which I did not squeeze into my beverage for extra flavor. For lunch, my co-workers and I walked a few blocks at a Mexican restaurant where I had my fill of the chicken wrap for around US8.95 notes.

    The day once again was filled with high hopes, cool breezes, clear blue skies and good company. Walking on ugly, yet comfortable low heel shoes of fake leather, black color has made my brief trips between the restaurant and the twelve story building tolerable. There were nice flowering bushes that lined the side walks and very small orange blossoms from low ground covers of which I wanted to take pictures.

    Heaven is further expanded when I got a chance to chat with a new twenty year old, Yahoo! Member, who happens to play guitar. I do not understand why people mostly of Middle Eastern or South Asian Indian descent and younger lads ten years or more my junior would want to chat with me. My astrological reports indicated my future mate, if any, is an older guy by the way.

    Maybe it’s my black hair or my aura that attracts certain would be perpetrators. I do not consider any Yahoo! chatters my general public but rather curious strangers in need to connect with potential friends, like me. I love chatting and the fact that this service is available allows me to further practice my writing skills.

    I was feeling good from the alcohol and that reflected on my chatting messages, which I could archive and retrieve later on for documentation during my down times. According to this member, my personality was shown as humorous, outgoing and more positive. This is who I am deep inside without the need for alcohol, which would have allowed him to take advantage of me.

    Since my ego, like my already big head, is larger than life, I tend burn the candle at both ends and leave people to their own devices. Later I started to show no interest with this guy who, like most Yahoo! chatters, is out for only one thing. If they wanted to really get to know me, my Yahoo! 360 blogs are available for viewing and e-mailing is another option to track these members.

    Heaven is nice weather and nice people. Hell is evil money driven by bad people. If I were to choose between heaven and hell, I’d be a happy woman among people who could enjoy life with all its natural simplicity without depending on money, alcohol or other sinful experiences to further degrade the human souls.

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  • 20060414-Good Friday

    Today is the last day of a work week and it’s good to leave work early today. I left work at around 02:00PM (Pacific Time). I have my supervisor ‘CarolTwin DaZit’ and her boss ‘Lean SaladWash’ to thank for being so understanding of our need to leave early for religion. Friday’s are especially good when there are donuts and bagels freely given by our company.

    ‘Feign Hurt,’ a temporary co-worker, who at one time wore a maroon sweater printed with <em>lighthouses,</em> has a good heart. She gave me a pink colored, wire basket with plastic white pearls around the top. There were pink paper streamers that cradles the items, which included: a box of a wooden shaped, chocolate cross, two yellow marshmallow bunnies in a plastic zip lock, two small milk chocolate eggs, two more chocolate goodies and one hard boiled egg, which I ate for lunch and which she colored by herself.

    The weather for today is cloudy, gray and cold enough to open my bedroom window to allow the fresh arctic wind blow inside while I try to compose this blog before I time myself out for lack of activity online. For me, anything with fresh air either during rainy or sunny days is a blessing. ‘Fancy Soul,’ the new temporary worker for this week described the weather as looking ‘ugly.’ So both ‘LeNaval RedEyes’ and ‘Fancy Soul’ know the meaning of the word ‘ugly,’ which describes them perfectly. Both are fine but I’m not staying at the place that much longer.

    Today is another day a person is dying. He is relative of my aunt or eldest sister of Paw. Maw called me around noontime at work and later Paw came upstairs to inform me that he is currently on morphine, which means he is unconscious and probably not going to wake up. I pray for his forgiveness of past misdeeds. And I won’t miss him really.

    I do not care to see that fat and ugly person. I do not know him well. He seemed nice during our growing years. But he has this mean spirit, especially towards my paternal grandmother recently. I do not understand why my aunt, who is his wife, did not defend her own mother from that loud and obnoxious person. Old granny was instructed by my paternal grandfather after he passed on to live with Malform for awhile prior to her current residence at a local nursing home.

    ‘Allbut DePriestman’ was a former priest. And the fact that he prays loudly at home with the many parties to show off to friends leaves me to believe that he is not all that sincere with his prayers. Prayers to me should be reverent and serene but this is not expected from what I’ve heard coming from his mouth.

    Today is a Good Friday for celebrating a suffering of an ascended master from long ago. I do not understand why Christians would want to continue to remember how or why anyone had to go through that horrible episode of that time. Bio-units and friends have suffered along side with the leader, who was portrayed as a rebel and teacher. Those times were not fair for others who went through more horrendous experiences but not as spectacular as religion would allow.

    I did not attend mass today because I did not believe in the prescribed rituals of my religion. All I could do is offer my prayers in the hopes that people will awaken to the truth and stop their utter nonsense of trying to gain points or receiving blessings for their motivations to keep their perfect and upright moral images that go along with being Christian.

    Somehow I want to believe that His knowledge did not die on the cross as we Christians are lead to believe. Moreover, these deacons, ministers, preachers, priests or whomever do not make sense sometimes in our modern worlds as they further my confusion about what is real to me in the here and now and what is based on passages written and possibly re-written by many people over the centuries.

    I would rather celebrate the living and not dwell on the death and suffering of anyone. People should enjoy being human and live life to the fullest and not to believe too deeply that dying on the cross for our sins is necessary. I believe everyone is free of sin. Those without the spark of light or the willingness to love are not real and are best forgotten forever.

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  • 20060326-Family Unit

    At the age of thirteen I knew that I didn’t belong to this bio-units unit. My views in life differed from theirs. We were the oldest relative in the United States and didn’t have anyone of them to rely on for help.

    So that meant I couldn’t be adopted into some other bio-units unit and was forced to stay with this one for whatever reasons. I was a spoiled brat but learned to overcome my slow evolution in this life time over the years.

    The lessons learned with this bio-units unit are fine for the meantime. And for those keeping up with my blogs know that there have been dramas going on with Brat, the only and oldest male first cousin on Paw’s left to move out the bio-units’ house.

    I happen to be the oldest first cousin on Paw’s side and will end up living the rest of my contented life in this already paid-off (1990) house (1976 models). (I think the house worth a lot now but prefer to know that my little nephew and nieces, if any, will be welcomed here to enjoy the place as much as we have).

    We kids are spoiled to this day and did whatever chores were needed around the house and garden. And if living was not this comfortable here in the suburbs of San Jose, CA Brat and I would have moved on with our personal lives years ago.

    I’ve seen our younger cousins having other issues with egoistic bio-units, being “cool” with the East Bay crowd and ended up moving on with their egoistic lives too. I see a distinct pattern here between bio-units and children, don’t you?

    I didn’t learn much on my own beyond these walls of home until recently through the outlet of the internet with various articles online and blogging right now. The television had much information during my growing years and recently stopped viewing the black box due to repeated themes of brainwashing events on popular cable news media.

    I find viewing the inner working mechanisms of our political bureaucracy on a couple of cable channels to be more educational once in awhile. And the speeches of the politicians are more carefully worded and eloquently spoken compared to the general media driven programming meant for seventh grade understandings.

    Anything related to history, fine arts, international films and educational programming in general is better to view once in awhile and I try to avoid the already predictable outcome of most heavily commercialized movies. I hardly go in those crap and darkly lit movie theaters.

    Brat is my other source of ‘real’ life interests and I have him to thank for sharing his happy moments with me such as his interest in video games and knowledge in computers, his hand models of various sorts cluttering up his bedroom and his insights of people he met, love that came and went and life about little things that didn’t matter in general.

    My bio-units still value their traditions for the sake keeping their bio-units unit together and share their basic wisdom of saving money for the rainy days, working hard to foster a sense self esteem and pride without depending on others for hand outs (like some ungrateful relatives I keep mentioning) and respecting the older folks because everyone will be old one day.

    What I have learned so far is that bio-units units are especially important to maintain. This provides stability in society and keeps children safe from those disgusting predators that prey upon and harm our future for humanity. Stable bio-units units also continue the cycle of passing good luck, happiness and joy from one generation to the next, from parent to children and from ancestors to descendants.

    Starting a life with the biological bio-units unit that fosters love is the ideal. People living in the same biological bio-units unit that doesn’t have the love matrix should be allowed to live with those who care enough to take their wards under their wings for protection and to continue the cycle of more loving bio-units units.

    Child protection services and adoption agencies do not seem to be working to the advantages of these children, who need places to stay and grow into loving individuals. I am dismayed at the slow progress and demand improvements right now and more financial support in this social arena. There are many souls behind these young eyes that have the opportunity to find their niche in society and not be left behind and forgotten in the endless papers and moving.

    I am thinking of adopting a nice bio-units, which may be Brats’ bio-units or some nice guy with cute kids, since I cannot stand the idea of making my own. I may produce at least one child in this lifetime with all that painful labor I’ve been hearing about from these women. I am an idealist and there is always room for love, especially when there are two extra rooms upstairs for those who need it now that Brat will be moving out. But those are two plans in the future.

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  • 20060312-Sun Dried

    Laundry is being done on this Sunday, the day of rest. Rest is not practical in today’s working class suburban. There are chores to do, bills to pay and blogging to compose. Outside is a blistery cold and blue sky peeking from behind the puffy clouds that seem more frequent in the past year. The mockingbirds sound their mating calls in the morning and late at nights.

    The day is quite relaxing as I try to digest Maw’s overly big version of hamburger patties, which she mashed with her bare hands last night to get the seasonings well blended. The taste did not jive with my diminishing lack of smell. And I had to eat my chewable papaya enzyme tables to aid in the digestion of this foodstuff.

    Paw did a good job cooking and not burning the meat outside on the char broiler, which still has enough propane left in the still somewhat heavy tank. Paw is now enjoying his afternoon walk around back after meticulously cleaning up the grill and placing the equipment back under the open, wooden patio attached as part of the main house.

    His healthy lifestyle has been to eat apples and oranges every morning with at least one toast or plain bagel and warmed milk from the microwave. Then he takes his medication and vitamins religiously and on the designated hours. And though he has a large appetite, he still manages to maintain his medium build.

    It’s us women that tend to pack on the pounds and don’t know why this seems to be the case. We love to eat, hardly exercise but do take our vitamin supplements whenever we choose to remember. Walking is what we do around the house, outside the backyard and within the newly interior decorated shopping mall of the Great Mall in Milpitas, CA. We used to walk around parks and our neighborhood but that aggravated our allergies.

    Allergies have been in our lives. Brat and Maw have breathing ailments and coughing spells that don’t seem to go away. I get skin ailments that don’t want to heal and Paw seems to not get affected by anything at all except the occasional sniffles in the morning from being awaken too early. I wonder if Paw daily regime for physical fitness is an area we have overlooked.

    I’d look over the pages to find the answers of many health articles and still am curious as to why people would go to such extreme means to stay fit by working out at gyms, look years younger by getting plastic surgery and to live longer by jumping into the band wagons of various advertised products and services.

    Sure, I’ve struggled to fit into those tight jeans cutting off the circulations to my legs, the light blue eye shadows clashing with my dark brown eyes and feathered hair cuts sprayed upwards in hair-bear fashion.

    Working out at gyms made me sick inhaling these stinky smelly people who look like they rather date and eat meat that happen to be friendly enough to talk. Exercising at home didn’t do much to motivate my already blogging habit. And taking breaks and lunches at work wouldn’t make working any less enjoyable.

    It’s worth having a life knowing that the simple activities such as doing the laundry is exercise enough. Unloading the basketful of damp clothes and hanging outside to dry under the radiant Sun is almost like doing a workout. Bending down repeatedly to pick up the clothes and standing on the toes to reach the clothes line takes but a few minutes.

    Plus I get a farmer’s tan with my hairy forearms being darker than the rest of my paleness due in part for being a mixed breed of Asian, European and aboriginal Filipino of all sorts. So I don’t need to go to the tanning parlor, which I’ve done in the past with no success other than getting a red face.

    I feel more Asian and this is from the looks of my epicanthic fold of the eye and overall yellow toned paleness of the skin, European from my strong and wide, militaristic jaw line (of Paw’s side) and testy and suspicious nature (of both sides) bred from years under the Jesuit inquisition and Filipino from my somewhat kinky, hairy darkness, lack of a high bridged nose (with the exception of the males on Maw’s side) and attunement to nature.

    Nature is where I would find my niche. I’d take pictures of flowers and animals, walk among the tall grasses and weeds and drink the rays of the Sun behind my dark shades as I sit on a reclining plastic chair. Here is where I’d eat my sun dried tomato pizza while hanging the clothes to dry under the Sun. I love the smell of freshly sun dried laundry. It’s paradise where money doesn’t get washed or interferes with my blogs.

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