Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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  • 20111001-Weathery Ways

    The days are getting cooler. The winds are blowing cooler. The air was clean and fresh. The skies were crispy, clear and blue. But there were high-altitude, HAARP clouds of white. Some puffy clouds showed up, too.

    Crows were “cawing” and the grown-up, baby blue jay was heard screeching in the afternoon while the parakeets enjoyed a brief gust of strong winds. This was after Maw pulled two more gray hair from my front “right” hairline. There was a third but very tiny one near the crown.

    I watered the plants outdoors — both front, back and a side plot of OVERGROWN purple violet flowers. Overall, the day went smoothly as did my brief 30 minute mid-afternoon nap prior to attending this evening’s mass. We managed to find parking on the unpaved parking lot of the parish because the main parking lots were loaded with cars from the weekend’s October festival. The priest joked in the closing sermon that he prayed really hard for good weather, which was then posted in our local newspaper to show rain from Monday through Wednesday.

  • 20110916-Random Thoughts

    It’s almost 8:00pm and one main copter is flying somewhat southbound from our backyard for almost one-half hour. I have installed two of DB’s lamps (the Himalayan Salt Lamp and the Fairy Flower Lamp) atop my computer workstation. The lights are dim. The purpose is to keep the main lights out until one of the two copter stops flying around with its headlights intentionally “pointed” into my direction upstairs in the computer bedroom. Freaks.

    At 16:40pm, I noticed how a bitter melon looks like the skin texture of a reptilian. Earlier today, I noticed, too that an eggplant has the look of an elephant seal, how the okra has gooey eggs and how squids have beaks like a cockatrice parrot.

    At 5:40pm, Maw finished taking her shower. She listened to Ray Charles rendition of “Oh, Beautiful” at 5:50pm on Mark R. Levin’s show on our local radio station 560am. She then shared her thoughts of which she sent love to the boy and that he opens his eyes. Then she sent the girl her thoughts of how much trouble she has caused our family. Maw sensed the girl is crying. Maw has prayed to the Lord that only he/she/it knows what is best for the ungrateful couple. It is best that they divorce:. After all, my signature wasn’t sincere. There were TOO many inauspicious signs that the relationship won’t last from the beginning. I’m sorry.

    After taking a shower around 5:20pm, I was thinking about a bell-shaped curve and how each “entity” is predestined to possess a certain percentage for each subtle body: Etheric body (vehicle of prana); Emotional or astral body (vehicle of desires and emotions); Mental body (vehicle of the concrete or lower mind); and Causal body (vehicle of the abstract or higher mind), ranging from zero percent to enlightenment.

    After this morning’s mass, we went to Seafood City and bought lots of eggplants and frozen bilimbi (or kamyas) for Maw’s soup.

     

  • Eat your own…

    Earlier tonight, the girl sent text messages and wanted me to reply to hers when everyone got home for the cake that was bought.

    Maw says: “Thank you for the cake. You can have your cake and eat it too!“

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    Consider your health and any possible allergic reactions prior to purchasing and consuming food products.

  • Hermaphrodite…

    Hello boys and girls! Here is today’s word: “hermaphrodite“.

    3. a person or thing in which two opposite qualities are combined.

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    Once again, don’t get me wrong folks! I’m not against “freaks”, really. It’s just these entities know I do NOT approve of their vibratory signature. As mentioned already, one look at my facial expression (sans smile), they would be disappointed. While I cherish the difference, their energy is too rough and I don’t like it. I could tell just from standing next to them, their scent and shaking their hands, too, would reveal to me that they are not “humans”.

    Hermaphrodites, on the other hand, intrigue me. Remember “Pat“, an androgynous character from “Saturday Night Live”? Well, those sketches were funny. No one dared to be rude to he/she/it and ask outright what is her/his/its sexual orientation, let alone the gender. That character may be annoying but not flamboyant like the other “fruity” souls who want to show/bare it all to more conservative minds. No, Pat may be a hermaphrodite, the best of both worlds, as her namesake — Patrick, Patricia or Patty cake. But we will never know.

  • Doh-nuts holed…

    What is the big deal with closing the donut hole? Are the nutters implying that a rogue “star gate” needs to be sealed shut? Shouldn’t a doughnut hole be a breath saver? Perhaps, the torus wants to be a sphere — a perfectly round BALL! What will happen to the BALL, eh? Toss it around? Bounce it up and down?

  • To protect…

    Hello boys and girls! Here is today’s word “Protect“.

    verb (used with object)
    1. to defend or guard from attack, invasion, loss, annoyance, insult, etc.; cover or shield from injury or danger.
    2. Economics. to guard (the industry or an industry of a nation) from foreign competition by imposing import duties.
    3. to provide funds for the payment of (a draft, note, etc.).

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    Other references I came across are:

    ~Several prayers to protect.
    ~Responsibility to protect.
    ~To Protect and Serve.

    But I like how Team Rocket proclaims the following:

    Prepare for trouble, and make it double
    To protect the world from devastation,
    To unite all people within our nation,
    To denounce the evil of truth and love,
    To extend our reach to the stars above

    JESSE! JAMES!

    Team Rocket blasts off at the speed of light,
    Surrender now, or prepare to fight

    MEOWTH, that’s right!
    Looks like Team Rocket’s blasting off again!

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    Other thoughts include: to protect self, to protect others, to protect earth (see line from “Team Rocket” highlighted in bold font), to protect love… (Hehehe!)

  • Object sexuality…

    Hello boys and girls! Here is today’s word: Object sexuality.

    Object sexuality or objectum sexuality, in German objektophil (OS), [1] is a pronounced emotional and often romantic desire towards developing significant relationships with particular inanimate objects. Those individuals with this expressed preference may feel strong feelings of attraction, love, and commitment to certain items or structures of their fixation. For some, sexual or even close emotional relationships with humans are incomprehensible. Object-sexual individuals also often believe in animism, and sense reciprocation based on the belief that objects have souls, intelligence, feelings, and are able to communicate.[2] Contrary to sexual fetishism, the object to an OS person is viewed as their partner and not as a means to an end to enhance a human sexual relationship.

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    For example, some people actually married their desired “object(s) of affection”, such as a pillow, the Eiffel Tower, the Berlin Wall, etc. Some medical experts believe this condition is a type of parphilia,

    is a biomedical term used to describe sexual arousal to objects, situations, or individuals that are not part of normative stimulation and that may cause distress or serious problems for the paraphiliac or persons associated with him or her. A paraphilia involves sexual arousal and gratification towards sexual behavior that is atypical and extreme.[1]

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    After tonight’s surprise phone call from the boy about one hour ago, I learned that people who don’t listen to reason (or wise words) will either end up getting hurt or dying as a result of their passion in life. Earlier today, a cyclist crashed and burned on his face on the asphalt; remained unconscious for five minutes; got some teeth and wind knocked out of him; and had to travel by ambulance to get treated. The boy emailed the Korean guy (typically stubborn and full of pride) a month ago to BREAK while going downhill. The rush may be exhilarating but the Korean guy clipped a SMALL stone (a symbolic karma for the fool), lost control of his bicycle, twisted hard on the right and went splat on the ground.

    So if you have a passion for doing something to the point of addiction (which may be a form of emotional immaturity) or keeping anything, albeit hoarding, don’t let anything get too your head or heart. You don’t have to feel abused or deprived of whatever was lacking at that time — love, food, toys, etc. You can find comfort without seeking the need for attention or acknowledgement of others by directing your awareness away from objects (inanimate or alive) and towards yourself — in peace and alive, of course.

  • Inverse universe…

    Hello boys and girls! Here is today’s word: Yin and Yang.

    In Asian philosophy, the concept of yin yang (simplified Chinese: 阴阳; traditional Chinese: 陰陽; pinyin: yīnyáng), which is often referred to in the West as “yin and yang”, is used to describe how polar opposites or seemingly contrary forces are interconnected and interdependent in the natural world, and how they give rise to each other in turn. Opposites thus only exist in relation to each other.

    In our current world, there is nature — wild and free. Its forces are negative, dark and feminine — Yin. She is the space and void with an “eye” as the Yang’s sun/light.

    In their alternate world, there is nurture — controlled and secure. Its forces are positive, light and masculine — Yang. He is the container and truth with an “eye” as the Yin’s moon/bright.

    Yet each belongs to a one source among infinite and multidimensional realities.

    Perhaps, “God” and extraterrestrials are the same — creating “life” and destroying it, too.

  • Appeal to emotion…

    Hello boys and girls! Here is today’s word: Appeal to emotion.

    Appeal to emotion is a potential fallacy which uses the psychological and encompasses several logical fallacies, including:

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    For example, these politicians are evil entities. Instead of discussing the details of any bills and laws and especially this debt crisis, these fools continue a psychological warfare by using “appeal to emotion”, a logical fallacy. Instead of solving the problems in jobs and in the economy during the first three years of Obama’s presidency, they wait until the last minute and expect a miracle to happen when the Republicans came on board as majority of the House in January 2011. The people are not stupid. Get real and stop spinning the truth. Your karma will keep you trapped on this prison planet if you continue to lie and deceive us.

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  • Behind Burkas

    Maybe I should switch my religion from Catholic to Islamic. Why? So I could wear those fancy head scarves out of religious reasons and hide my frown face behind beautiful fabrics, called burkas. I want to hide my pain and suffering and the cover will do me justice. Behind burkas I could be free knowing that only my small, upturned eyes will show just my soul and nothing more.

    I may have Body dysmorphic disorder:

    Body dysmorphic disorder (BDD) (previously known as dysmorphophobia[1] is sometimes referred to as body dysmorphia or dysmorphic syndrome[2]) is a (psychological) somatoform disorder in which the affected person is excessively concerned about and preoccupied by a perceived defect in his or her physical features (body image). Depending on the individual case, BDD may either be a somatoform disorder or part of an eating disorder or both: BDD always includes a debilitating or excessive fear of judgment by others, as is seen with social anxiety, social phobia and some OCD problems; or, alternately, it may be a part of eating disorders such as anorexia nervosa, bulimia nervosa and compulsive overeating. The term “body dysmorphic disorder” itself describes only those excessive social-acceptance fears that relate to one’s personal body image. Depending on the individual, it may or may not also be part of one of these wider or related syndromes.

    I’m already purging and binging everyday. I want to feel and be beautiful on the outside, too.

  • Feeling Giggly

    Holy crap! I’m giggling over what I feel is a bomb-shell of TRUTH! After reading a juicy piece of material regarding a `friend` and after all my hardwork, I didn’t realize people just move on with their lives! This is fine because that is what a LONG distance, platonic relationship is meant to be – without the burden of expectations, clothing, shelter, food or sex – just plain companionship and the willingness to support each other in times of need.

    No wonder God, the Universe and pals, said:

    “Chick, you are a gullible idiot! You are not New Age material and not intelligent enough to handle the daily affairs of people with karmic debt, which you call life’s challenges. You can’t handle the public scrutiny of someone who has been known internationally. You too will be eaten up by his past.”

    As I read further into her comment, I wondered myself why the IMs abruptly stopped! I recall telling him specifically NOT to communicate further through these IMs (with me in particular) and for good reasons. It’s because I have personally have had problems meeting people online in this manner – mostly bad and ugly. But this divorced guy is so good-looking, really! He knows damn well to just stay low, not unless he LOVES and CRAVES public attention.

    Plus, it takes too much energy to `keep up appearances with friends of a feather` without actually being there in person, without hearing his voice, and without experiencing the joys and happiness of being a family. Recently, I’ve learned while working at my temp job from hell how VERY refreshing it is to interact with HUMANS. The dynamics of human interaction is quite demanding and interesting, too. I think that is what is called: drama.

    Already, I’m picking up deception here and usually it’s for protection sake, too. That’s why I keep blogging without putting out the names. It’s silliness and nonsense, really, come to think of it – just like entries made by users of Facebook.com and does nothing to foster comradery except back-biting brothers and slandering sisters.

    While I love reading and hearing how people twist tales, I’ll continue to pray to meet someone special. For the love of God: What are you people up to, eh?

    That is what Mike told me after lunch two days ago:

    “Someday you will meet the right person.”

    Damn! And just like Coffee Talk with Linda Richman and “Whenever Linda would get upset, she would put her hand on her chest and say:

    “I’m all verklempt” or “I’m a little verklempt.”

    I too will move on – being a little butterfly and fluttering amongst the various wild flowers, tasting each one until I get all fat and lovely. Nice knowing you, dude.

  • Nice Company

    Besides feeling better today, sylphs abound and are eating chemtrails – one long about an hour and a half ago and another now. The sun is shining and the skies are crispier and bluer! At around 12:40am, I had already crossed the cul-de-sac from the workplace. And the tall guy waved, smiled and joined me. He wanted to eat a sandwich at Olives Greek Cafe off N. First St. in San Jose.

    There were work people eating. They looked in my direction and I dare not show my work badge. I sat down at a small, dark, wooden table for two while waiting for him to order his food. It looked like a salad wrapped in a high-rise bread of some sort. He offered me a

    baklava:-

    Baklava (Ottoman Turkish: باقلوا) is a rich, sweet pastry made of layers of phyllo dough filled with chopped nuts and sweetened with syrup or honey.

    (Oh! That word`baklava` closely resembles a Filipino word for homosexuality: `bakla`! I should have joked with him about the food and the word and if he had thought that I was bakla or something). Honestly, he was very kind; otherwise it would have been weird for me to just sit there and watch him eat his food. The snack was TOO sweet for me. But I enjoyed his company nonetheless.

    So we walked and talked about stuff, mostly relationships of people, his family and of my philosophy and more about me later on. I talked about how his two children (are not inconvenience but) decided to incarnate and chose him to be their father; how I avoided office romance because of a VERY good-looking golfer guy I once dated and how people choose what they feel is right, swallow their own truth, spit out the ones they don’t like and sometimes profit from regurgitated truths – or (as he put it) derivatives (or in my mind – of the matrix).

    I learned of his sentiments of dating a Filipina for six years (off and on), his bum ankle from doing heavy-lifting squats, how he walks slow for others because of his long strides, his tired eyes from lack of sleep, the melodious Filipina talking, the Filipino languages he learned from his co-workers and clients, the nice Vietnamese hat and the date of his employment here:- It’s a double-digit number – 22, by the way, a co-incidence to my last date of my former employer. He mentioned something melancholy in my eyes. I told him it’s a burden one must carry for knowing too much. It’s really called a

    thousand-yard stare:-

    The thousand-yard stare or two-thousand-yard stare is a phrase originally coined to describe the limp, unfocused gaze of a battle-weary soldier. The stare is a characteristic of acute stress reaction, also known as combat stress reaction, which is related to post-traumatic stress disorder.[1]

    The despondent stare is a symptom displayed by victims who have succumbed to the shock of trauma by dissociation from it. The phrase originated from military circumstances, but it is a symptom of severe psychological distress that can occur anywhere and is not unique to soldiers.

    If only these people realize the burden one carries in silence, the eyes could never say exactly but show only a small window into one’s soul (or secret).