20060430-Merry Moving
Sun, 30 Apr 2006 at 16:56:02 pm | In prose | Comments OffTags: food, health, synchronicity
Today, I’ve helped Brat move his property from this house into his new one. Twit was also there and was amazingly strong to have picked up boxes I would consider heavy for me. Both have careers in the IT departments so they are used to handling the computers at work.
I went downstairs and greeted my bio-units but silence was forthcoming. I drank two cups of hot coffee brewed by Maw from downstairs. This silent treatment does not bother me one bit because, by nature, my personality is to say little and to stay quiet most of the time.
The twosome left unannounced to an unknown location. This is very unusual and shows how manipulative old timers could be especially when their old worlds are being undone by a couple of spoiled children of theirs, who want freedom.
I refuse their playing victims of not being respected during the couple’s first move together. I could be wrong and maybe should have asked Brat if he requested their assistance.
I was already wrapping the coins of Brat when he asked me in angry tone to help him move some of his boxed up property downstairs around 11:00AM. I could not understand why he glared at me for not sounding too co-operative initially.
I should have stopped him right there and told him off with that kind of attitude. But I knew this was yet another opportunity to lose my weight and raise my heartbeat, which should flush out stagnant blood throughout my sedentary system.
So I grumbled to myself as usual and forced myself to offer whatever time I had today. I was feeling grimy and had to take a quick shower prior to exerting my precious effort and energy to make their move smoother.
Brat, however, did notice that I was already out of breath within five minutes after going up and down the stairs to bring down the lightest boxes. At least, I was neither seeing stars, yellow spots or sparkling dots in the front of my eyes nor feeling dizzy.
The first trip included his boxes of clothes and other essential; while the second trip included his gadgets for hobbies. A third trip to include his two kayaks of plastic (to take) and Greenland (to leave) and his three remaining bicycles, which he will bike one for each week from here to his house, would have been nice.
I was hoping to go back the second time immediately after unloading the first batch but had to stay to bring the rest upstairs at Brat’s request. This took another one hour or so and wasn’t feeling comfortable being there without Twits approval too.
I had a stomach ache from eating the ice cream from the ice cream truck, which mysteriously appeared in front of their new house while the song ‘Fur Elise’ played at 11:55AM. ‘Namaste’! I said to the driver (or one of my many ‘watchers’) after Brat and I got our sweets.
The second trip was much faster. Because I felt stronger after the initial flush of ice cream, bottled water and a carbonated drink afterward. Also, I felt little pain of exertion due to doing my simple stretches and exercises, which helps to keep the flabby skin under control and to strengthen my muscles.
Afterward, we dropped off the extra boxes at the trash section of her condominium. We then ate at a Vietnamese restaurant. We each ate US8.00 notes worth of meal. And since I am elder sister to the couple, I offered to pay. My first credit card maxed out and had to use my second of six cards to pay a total of US43.00 notes.
This is my expression of hard work well done. Together we could make happiness possible. Although Brat had sentiment that my bio-units were not there to help with the physical move, I mentioned that the old timers cannot be there all the time.
That is why my role is the middle person, who would give them my blessing on behalf of these old fashioned people. I would support Brat, who seems to really want the bio-units to participate more in his new life.
Today was a merry move for new beginnings on another clear blue sky and crispy fresh air. I am currently playing on my laptop one of Vaihi’s album of mostly Tahitian words, which I cannot understand. The other foreign languages I could understand are Tagalog and very basic Japanese and French.
The palm trees surrounding my neighborhood seem to sway and beacon me to come back to my past incarnate home somewhere in the Pacific and away from the place I existed for three long decades with the strong figure head of Paw and the hot headed likes of Maw.
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20060428-Heaven’s Hell
Fri, 28 Apr 2006 at 09:11:07 am | In prose | Comments OffTags: automobiles, philosophy, weather, work
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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20060427-Blue Days
Thu, 27 Apr 2006 at 18:15:10 pm | In prose | Comments OffTags: pets, work
‘The weather is great. I love this weather!’ ‘Squirrel-Ling’ exclaimed as he came into the house to unload his bicycle from his black Mustang. He usually bikes to work, which is about fifteen minutes away. But since he will move (whenever) into his new house, he could opt walking to work at the same amount of time.
I was playing ‘bite the balsam’ wood with two parakeets, Yeyo and Fat Budgie. At the same time, I heard a positive response from him in a long time. The mostly gray clouds and unseasonal rain for the beginning of 2006 has been replaced with another fine day of clear blue skies, very little signs of clouds and brown smog sticking over the horizon.
I would rather hear grumpy people making happy noises than happy people making grumpy noises. ‘Squirrel-Ling’ is a happy person and his baby pictures shows him smiling and his aura is of no ill will. People like him as I mentioned in my previous blogs and seem very attracted to this handsome ‘Squirrel-Ling.’
Blue days are always relaxing and calming. The Sun overhead was not that hot but felt lots of heat penetrating my big shiny forehead. My sneakers are at home and I should remember to bring them for walking outside on blue days like this.
Today, I managed to take a walk with a couple of co-workers for lunch. At least I did not overheat underneath my black vest with a high collar or sweat too much to stink up the cubicles at work like some people do after they work out at the company gym downstairs AND without taking a shower.
We bought the $7.00 special, which included a baked, teriyaki salmon on top of cabbage salad with medium hard breadstick. I think we wasted half our money on the pretty plastic, hexagonal shaped container with a hinge and on the fact that the salmon was only six by three inches. Moreover, I do not like cabbage this raw or uncooked and prefer this boiled as part of soup.
I wanted to drive home with both my windows rolled down but had to rolled them back up because of my more sensitive hearing. For the brief moments of enjoying the beautiful scene of nicely manicured business parks of flowering blossoms on tall green trees lining my path towards home, I took long breaths of the crispy cool air and daydreamed of more days of blue skies.
The red firetruck of the SJFD blared it siren towards the railway intersection from my road at 06:33PM. Earlier on my way home, a white SN truck blared its siren opposite from the soccor field and I almost stopped in the middle of the intersection to avoid it and the car to my right in order to pull off the side.
Anyway, I shall continue with my stories. There is no need to feel fearful or intimidate by the actions of recent activites from police people intercepting the speeding motorists or the fire folks stopping the congested traffic.
My awareness of beauty from within myself as I program my brain for positive thinking and raise my spirit for perfect harmony has been reflected both yesterday and today in the form of blue skies, fresh air and happy people.
I have decided to concentrate on bringing warmth from the Sun back to us after the long wet weather. We could use some heat to dry off, especially of soaked feathers from the outdoor birds. Both days did not leave me drained of precious energy as I continued to work indoors.
Other aware people are encouraged to be more in tune with nature and together we could raise the vibration of the planet to its rightful place among the stars where goodness prevails. Everyone could take on personal efforts to make anything possible at given anytime.
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