20080505-Anything New?

Summary: NO! NO! NO! There is nothing new! Otherwise, I’d be on a long vacation by now visiting ‘friends’ and religious sites, away from my computer of my parent’s home and out of the lives of ungrateful relatives. All I have are countless hours of sleep time, which I take to full advantage while boosting areas and people with my own energies, which I have yet to replenish based on some articles I’ve read from long, long ago.

Open-forums: I’ve been participating with this dis-info site debunking chemtrails and the flat earth theory from above and below. I get a kick out of messing around with the threads over there and already received a few U2U’s from some faceless forum members. Some represent experts from meteorology to pilots. Most are skeptical and however intelligent they appear, my posting entries don’t mean much when certain posters stick to their guns about their world views.

Business: There is nothing new except more delays, hold-up and snags by TPTB. These are business folks who work with their fellow brothers. They know how to cover each other and in order not to loose their own lives continue doing their jobs, even though their deeds appear ’good’. For almost eight years, I have a few legal terms that I’ve avoided mentioning for good reasons. I am still observing how these ‘nasty’ people have progressed beyond their betrayals, deceits and lies.

Politics: My rant as usual is primarily that of people behind the scenes and those people who utilize the ASL (American Sign Language) hand gestures of ‘L-O-V-E’, which looks strikingly similar to the gesture of long horns. In one of the forum thread, a photo shows Hillary Clinton doing this ‘Satanic’ hand gestures. In another photo Obama Barack used the middle-finger. I’d do the same when pissed off. As for John McCain, he is still a fossil. And although I mentioned my vote going in that general direction, I changed my mind.

Twosome: The twosome (as y’all already know) is trying to be ‘nice’ to my parental units and me. I am still observing how futile their efforts are in spite of previous bickering that I will never forget. Forgiveness is nonsense, too. I have no friends other than being my own friend. Even the fat bastard claims I’m his ‘best friends’. The nit-wit claims to be lucky to have a best friend. The old-soul has friends to call his own. I am still not impressed but tolerating their relationship a bit longer.

Parties: I’ve been attending parties from our local church. I already mentioned the Seder dinner. The other two also required me dressing up and wearing high heels, too! The second party was a bunch of Filipinos dancing. The third party from yesterday was a retirement party in Santa Clara, CA. The priest served 22 years out of 50 years in our local church. The new replacement (so I’ve heard) is a 40-year old Filipino. He is around my age. I am thinking about a sad movie: ’The Thorn Birds’.

Weather: The weather has been mostly crispy blue skies. As mentioned in some of the forum threads, there were times of brown mucky haze above the hills in the distance. The temperature has been freezing cold at night and sometimes the centralized heater would turn on. Today was very pleasant with a slightly breeze.

Animals: A few small birds would take a shower in the bird bath. I’d hear the mocking bird sing in the morning and see one jump and down on top of the antenna of the next door neighbor. A couple of robins would come by near the two garbage cans at our backyard. I’ve left a few crumbs of seeds and bread leftover from the parakeet food but those have been left untouched in the gutter.

Family: My parental units are keeping busy with their doctor’s appointments and daily activities. ‘Maw’ has been sewing with leftover material from years ago. There were lots of alterations to old clothes, too. She doesn’t use patterns but calculates the yards for the materials she needs to get her projects done. Gabardine is a good material for pantsuits, by the way.

Employment: To hell with y’all! I’m not lifting my fingers or working my butt off until TPTB shows me justice — they owe me big time. Please do the research as I’ve left my stinky, smelly trail mixes somewhere all over this here weblog of mine. There are too many weird things happening. I will continue observing and accessing the situations as they unfold.

Synchronicity: These continue everyday — from double digit code of time to some hidden messages off the ticker running across the bottom of some cable news. Recently, I see codes from Microsoft (Steve Ballmer) withdraws offer of $33 per share from Yahoo! looking for $37 per share as well as two more based on my nickname, ‘Flynn‘, on previous cable news.

Agents: By the way, one black sedan with very dark, tinted glass waited on my long stretched road after I phoned in my complaint about the poor garbage service of containers left on its side instead of upright, haphazardly on the street. I ‘fingered my gun’ at that undercover tool and ‘mooned’ that lousy loser, too. This is my territory! Its says so based on the name of this road.

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20080426-Dream Scenes

Dream one:

I awoke to a dream around 08:25AM as ‘Maw’ walking silently into my bedroom to turn off my nightlight located underneath my bedroom window to my left. In my dream I saw ‘Shrimpsei’, his daughter and ‘Razor’. We were somewhere outdoors. I believe there was some sort of greenery but I cannot recall.

‘Shrimpsei’ was standing somewhere in the distance and over the hill. He was talking as if lecturing about orgone or orgonite. There may have been other people listening to him. I then saw another woman with a snorkeling mask on her face somewhere near the edge of water. The second time I caught sight of her was when she was swimming, nay, rather floating in the water and being carried by the waves and onto the shores.

‘Razor’ and I were talking from our bed as I tried to tell him that these people knew how to blast from their heart. I tried to demonstrate with my hands but after a few tries I managed to see ‘Razor’ turn his head away from them to his right and acknowledge what I said. He said something but turned his attention back to them.

Dream two:

Earlier, we were at a bar or some room full of people. There were three girls standing in front of me. They were on this show that was about women cat fighting for a guy. Two of them were ‘white’ and one was ‘Asian’, who appeared slightly shorter than the two. The ‘Asian’ to my right didn’t say anything while the other two to my left were bickering.

Later and in another scene, I saw the ‘Asian’ wearing the ugliest white washed blond hair barely covering her dark hair. She wanted to cut the length from halfway between her shoulders to a shorter cut above the shoulders. Each time she glanced at me to her left, the wig would slide backwards.

Her mother was right behind her trying to keep the blond wig on the poor girls head. In another scene and to my right, the ‘Asian’ girl was seated down at a table and the mother, too, was behind her. The girl whined and complained about wanting to go home as she slouched over the table. The mother crawled behind the chair to hide from my view after doing whatever to annoy the girl.

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20080417-Safely Sorry

I am thinking of blogging safely than being sorry later, of boring than sensational and of practical than unpredictable. Then again I do have useful data that noone seems to notice or take a hint. I will then refrain from pointing fingers or labeling others and will leave the juicy details buried within my blogs for the intelligence community to decode, decipher or decrypt because there are some sensitive readers that do not understand the nature of my blogging in the first place. Noone else outside the circle of strangers should have discovered my whereabouts.

But last night the second bomb (or truthful revelation) was by a kindred brat with the first one by another male brat who was a temporary worker at the place where I left last year around June 2006. That particular event was a personal wake up call (not just to me but for the other people as well) that all out honesty isn’t always the best policy.

And, yes, those with the lack of understanding (no matter how old the soul may be) would truly receive some hurt (a form of karma, really) and hopefully would not return great harm by making a big deal in light of when even the tiniest bit of truth is misconstrued or laid bare for the naked and unaided eyes of everyone to view publically.

I’ve painstakingly renamed some of the characters in my blog and there has to be a better way to get around the hundreds of pages that needs modifying. I may need to learn SQL and PHP to do a mass update of key words and names under WordPress.org, for example. But since my blog is free via WordPress. com, I would have to open up each post entry, modify the details and press the ‘Save’ button each time.

For those who have overlooked the disclaimer in this website: ‘All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental’. So for the easily offended or nit wits, it’s too bad because there are higher levels that I will have to deal with in due time. Some of it is personal; some of it is for everyone else’s sake.

As y’all can see hardly anyone comments on my post entries because I’ve checked on the ‘Membership’ via Settings>General to ‘Users must be registered and logged in to comment’. This means ‘outsiders of WordPress.com’ cannot make stray comments.  I believe I’ve only received at least four comments over the course of two years. The rest of my comments are former versions of my original blog from Yahoo! 360 and Blogger and some additional stories.

There is also another vehicle for public ranting and outcry towards my weblog site and that tracking mechanism happens to be via my email at flynnsblogs [at] gmail [dot] com. But noone uses that except for spammers of male enhancement drugs and computer related support. I hate those types of emails and have to keep logging in to manually delete those even though they will be done automatically by the email provider.

Further, no amount of copyrighting could possibly prevent the robots or ‘real’ people from stealing content here. I viewed the [en.wordpress.forums.com] and learned that emailing the blogger to stop copying content is the first step. Then there is reporting the website as ’spam’ for any violators of the DMCA. The Askimet program helps the blogger to delete these annoyances once is while, too. The WordPress.com support is another place for reporting mature content, for example.

Anyway I think there are way too many opinions online from professional writers to amateur bloggers like myself. And if there is enough enforcement worldwide, then the freedom of speech will grind to a halt, ‘communism’ at best will take over the free will of people and the ‘truthiness’ will resort to keeping their mouths shut or be locked up in prison or silence in some other way, like a sniper’s bullet, which I have thankfully avoided due to my spiritual ‘clearance’ with these nice ‘aliens’. Damn y’all! I will continue ranting so beware! Hahaha!

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20080326-More Synchs

Here are more synchronous events on Wednesday, 03/26/2007. The fat bastard called me on my cellphone at 03:11PM. He has been phoning me around the 0:33 minutes for codes, which I really do not understand the importance. The bottom-line line: The seeing is the believing. And until the manifestation is materialized all his is hot air is blowing emptiness into my ear holes.

Further, y’all will see more double digits like 11, 22, 33, 44 and 55. The number 55 appeared twice on Wednesday. At 07:55PM, a ‘Satanist’ in a black sports car with darkly tinted windows marked my intersection by forming at least two clockwise circles with his rubber tires. (Another similar event involves an ‘Asian’ driving in a blue sedan. Some people are superstitious).

Anyway, after hearing the noises from the likes of these demon-seeds, I peeped out the front window, memorized the image of the black vehicle, sent a blast inside the cabin and saw ‘Maw’ walking over to open the front door. I pulled ‘Maw’ inside and close the door to avoid the rubber smoke from entering the house and told her: ‘What’s wrong with you?’

Of course she got made at me for making these ‘wrong’ comments because she herself does the same to me. I know I shouldn’t be so mean to the elders but some thick-headed people don’t know how to take a joke, which is essentially supposed to reduce stress and improve the overall sense of well being with the production of the much needed serotonin by the big brain of people laughing out loud.

We went back to exercising until 08:00AM, ate out dinner until 08:30 and received a phone call from a guy from the Gallup Poll around 08:33PM. I answered the phone but ‘Maw’ got the opportunity to answer a series of questions about Santa Clara, the greater area of San Benito county and some other place I forgot.

The speaker phone was turned up so I could hear everything the caller said and partly participate as a snickering ‘jerk’ in the background. I coached ‘Maw’ by flagging to her my responses ranging from 1 for the least and 5 for the most as a ‘feeling’ and not thought to each inquiry. I was laughing softly but barely loud enough for the guy to hear after ‘Maw’ tongues out her humor after each of her answers.

The questions ranged from demographic profiling of inviting outsiders to the areas mentioned for different race and sexual orientation, political activities of volunteering, attending meetings and voting, participations of friendly neighbors and finding out how often people greet and talk to each other, prospects of job and health, amenities of hiking trails, schools and restaurants, safety of walking outdoors at night and police activities to profiling the receiver of the questionnaires, like gender, age, annual income and RACIAL ETHNICITY, which ‘Maw’ responded as Filipino.

I got loud when the guy said, ‘Asian’. I screamed loudly, ‘NO’! Because this means y’all like to pigeonhole anyone from that region with cultural attributes that doesn’t mean a thing to me. Anyway, ‘Maw’ was slick enough to let the guy know throughout the questionnaire to put whatever best fit her answer but he wanted to ‘hear’ from her instead.

The other answer one the guy didn’t mention was: ‘I don’t know’. This is valid, by the way. ‘Maw’ told the guy she was getting tired, wondered how much longer the questionnaire would be, got mad at how they got our UNLISTED phone number. I told her the likes of the Homeland Security Abomination likes to mess with people. But we were laughing afterwards because our answers help the area and won’t mean squat to TPTB. The call ended around 08:55AM.

Let’s see: That morning a highway patrol pulled from his parked location to the right of northbound HWY 101, which was just ahead of the in-ramp exit of De La Cruz Blvd. I picked my boogers and saw a very tall, dirty black truck pull in front of me, blocking my view of the patrol car in front. I mouthed my ‘Thank you’ to the female driver, of course.

So there you have some samples of my strange events. There were more unrecorded synchs but those didn’t matter as much other than noticing more people walking their dogs in and around my neighborhood, more double digit codes and more intersections of automobiles as I drive merrily along while minding my own business.

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20080325-Medicare Mess

After three and one half hours on the phone with Medicare, my parental units got the answers they wanted. It appears the old man, ‘Paw’, has not followed up with the two bills for a blood works done on 10/10/2007 and 01/12/2007. The date on the two bills was on 02/15/2007 and 03/19/2007, respectively.

My parental units had spoken to Medicare on 02/25/2007 to find out the same thing today (03/25/2007) that they needed a ‘Letter of Necessity’ from the doctor who ordered the blood work in the first place. An ‘Advance Beneficiary Notice (ABN)’ was signed by the patient as part of an FYI procedure for the patient to know that Medicare may not cover the orders.

But since this order (on a monthly basis) is supposed to help treat the medical conditions of ‘Maw’, we needed to go back her doctor and obtain the proper documentations for Medicare to pay 100% coverage. It’s already 02:30PM and they twosome had finished eating their lunch.

The point is that old timers (like my parental units) do not always understand what is going on with paperwork. I believe (as part of the process of elimination for those evolutionists) the ’smart’ ones follow up and know how to resolve their problems and not blame others for their troubles (like what I have been observing with the negative campaigning for presidency of the Democratic Party).

So the system is really set up for those who know what is going on and for those who cannot afford to pay the remaining balance would end up begin reported to the collection agency. As a result, the billing department has been kind enough to give the patient 75% on the bill and a 30-day extension until the doctor provides Medicare proof that the blood work is medically necessary.

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20080323-Easter Colors

Happy Easter! Today we woke up early to attend the 07:00AM ‘CatHoleLick’ mass, which ’Razor’ and ‘WinTea’ missed because ‘Paw’ (the old man) told the boy at 07:30AM in error. ‘Maw’ got mad at me by scowling for now greeting the girl, who looked like she awoke too early from the tears of yawn in her eyes.

Afterwards, we ate at Carrow’s Restaurant until 09:30AM, ordered a senior breakfast (of scrambled eggs, two sausage links and two pancakes) to go and arrived at Vintage Estates of Hayward (Room 111) around 10:00AM to visit the paternal grandmother (who is 90 years old).

We watched her eat one fluffy pancake and one sausage link, each time dipping her bite-sized pieces into the thick syrup, which I didn’t touch earlier because the ‘high fructose’ content of ‘corn syrup’ is too much for me. I’ve been avoiding these sort of ingredients that would put me into a state of ‘glucose-like’ coma (or a nice nap) of over two hours.

Pictures were taken, blessings were done and our goodbyes were hugs and kisses. We left around 11:00AM and ‘Paw’ as usual signed off the sheet at the nurses’ station, with my complimentary smiley face inside a narrow box where space is available. Oh and I did some rearrangement to some photos (including my nemesis — ‘Macaroni’, ‘Orge’, ‘Giant’ and ‘Joh’) by hiding them from view.

‘Maw’ wanted to visit ‘Mal-Norm’, the elder sister of ‘Paw’. I drove there, parked on the driveway while ‘Paw’ knocked on the door, only to return with a smile on his face, which signaled the old hag is not at home. He didn’t want to visit (or pop-over unexpectedly like ‘Maw’ does) uninvited. Old timers of the side of ‘Paw’ don’t seem to get along too well and rarely talk to each other anymore.

Our plan was to buy cassette tapes to practice some dance moves for the upcoming social function at our local church. I got mad again because I wanted to go home. So we then drove to 99 Ranch Market and bought food to take home for lunch. ‘Maw’ prepared the food for lunch, went upstairs to get undressed and is still napping around 01:40PM.

Of course, I ran upstairs and proceeded to work on my weblog because this is all that remains of my creative mind while unemployed (or imprisoned by TPTB). For the past two weeks and after receiving my 16-paged, laminated, browser book for $55.00 on Friday, 03/21/2008, I had fun and played around with the colors for the scrollbars, background, fonts and borders, which I enlarged from 1px to 3px.

My newest inspiration to incorporate the pastel colors of light yellow and light pink into my weblog was from the cover of the daily booklet used for mass. The cover had the light purple background color (similar to the ‘wrapper’ of this ‘DayDream’ theme) with both the white (#FFFFFF) and the light yellow colors for the fonts.

I used the ‘Pale White Yellow’ (#FFFFCC) for the three sections: comment, postmeta and navigation. The borders are ‘Yellow’ (#FFFF00) and ‘Pale White Magenta’ (#FFCCFF). I am keeping myself happy this way, beside contributing to another discussion forum during my down times.

So far the weather is clear blue skies with no clouds, except for a few chemtrails laid earlier this morning on the east side hills of the Bay Area. There is a misty whiteness along the horizon instead of the brown muck one would see after the spewplanes left their persistent cloud trails behind. Later on we plan to go shopping but I don’t feel like it for now.

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20080315-Dream Scenes

After dropping off ‘Maw’ to the hair salon at around 01:00PM, I awoke at 04:30PM to a series of dreams. I barely remember three scenes: I saw a guy standing and looking outside my bedroom window. I was lying in my bed and held my hands over my face, laughed, peeked to make sure who that ‘dude’ was. I covered my face with my hands, laughed out loud again and fell asleep.

I then remember wanting to wake up and someone was standing to my left. I begged the person to help me pry my eyelids open but they wouldn’t budge. ‘He’ kept trying but my eyelids were too heavy and I went back to sleep.

In another scene, I saw ‘Squirrel’ remove the telephone handset, which was sitting on my bedside table to my right while lying down in my bed. I saw him replace the handset with the recharger, which was not hooked up to anything. I wanted hear the phone ring so I could pick up ‘Maw’ but couldn’t because ‘Squirrel’ took the phone away.

There was a bunch of other people upstairs. I remember sitting down on the toilet and woke up cramping again.

I then woke up to see lots of fluffy, puffy white clouds after a bit of rain and drizzle earlier this morning. This is the third day in a row where some rain was in the morning, followed by cool weather and breeze in the afternoon. I took a shower and saw ‘Maw’ already doing her sewing downstairs. We are supposed to attend evening mass but I’m not sure as I finish up this particular blog entry.

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20080314-Modifying Again

Well, I’ve located the ‘#contentalt’ section of the CSS for my current theme ‘Andreas09′ and changed the font size to 14px and the favorite font style to ‘Georgia’. Now we more myopic readers could see my rants better. I took awhile and tested each section to find out where I wanted the changes because I didn’t know the ‘codes’ to the WordPress ‘elements’ to this current pink and purple theme.

I do notice more television personalities are wearing more pink, purple and cool blues in their wardrobe, like Greta Van Susteren and Sean Hannity – both who work for Fox News on cable. Around noontime, I did come across some nice ties at the men’s department of Sears in Eastridge after the completion of my parental units’ tax returns done at the H&R block. Guys who could wear pastel in their wardrobes are cool (and not gay) to me in the least.

The whole shopping mall was not busy and quite dead because we arrived early around 10:00AM. Some people were working at a more relaxed pace and the shoppers are hopefully waking up to the fact that they too won’t find a descent job to pay for their next meals if they continue their destructive trend of self-fulfilling egos by buying more clothes and shoes and various junk to clutter up the home, garden and, yes, garage.

Anytime the garage becomes a storage place means there is no hope for these mindless packrats as they continue to accumulate more junk than is necessary. It’s an addiction and like me I’m addicted to blogging all day without a care in the world. As long as there is water (running, hot and filter), food cooked by ‘Maw’, electricity for my computer and good healthy pair of hands, I’m happy being indoors while staring at the beautiful day of clouds, sun, trees and birds.

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20080314-Want Change?

You want change?

I’ve changed not by much but have learned how to get my modified heart clipart image from Microsoft positioned where I want it - on the top left hand corner. Earlier I thought a ‘floating left’ html code would to the trick. But after learning the difference between ‘padding’ and ‘margin’, both the ’sitename’ and its description were moved to the ‘right’ side of this ‘background image’.

This is my rave for today beside the fluffy, puffy white clouds the whole day and the warm sun filtering through the wooden blinds in the afternoon upstairs again, all alone while modifying my weblog and pretty much wasting my time wondering if Pete will pull through for everyone. We know we ‘deserve it’ symbolically too. I don’t believe in karma and spit in its face! Below is my rant for those who want change in light of the political theme of the presidential race for the United States

You want change?

Stop buying unnecessary, high-priced junk (like furs made out of dead animals) and shiny blings (like diamonds mined by African children) that only people with good eyesight could appreciate. Y’all will be too old to care, loose your mind, forget your family and friends and will end up in the nursing homes. So y’all might as well donate what you got to those who really need help and not to those ungrateful relatives, for example.

You want change?

Stop gambling your money away in the stock and bonds market. Today, the fifth largest investment bank — Bear Stearns, for example, had to be rescued by the FEDs so we high-brow ‘investors’ won’t lose the liquidity on the cash (which is backed by nothing and is rendered as worthless chattel paper) when time comes for withdrawals en masse to cover monthly expenses and various expensive lifestyles for some people.

You want change?

Stop kidding yourselves about ‘owning’ a home, which really belongs to us lenders! Y’all have to accept reality and admit that a lifetime of mortgage debt is like committing yourselves to prison-like conditions as not only you ‘lock in’ at lower interest rates but your freedom for the life of this largest loan, which you will never ever, ever pay back in a lifetime until you die from work hard sixteen hours of at least five days a week to the lenders.

You want change?

Stop buying gasoline for your smog producing cars and start riding bicycles to rid the fat from your rear-end instead. There is no need to get all worked up and excited over the stupid rebate check of $300.00 from George W. Bush as an incentive to stimulate the economy by spending: In one month that same amount is gone by buying their stupid, high-priced GASOLINE, which in turn goes straight into the pockets of one of George W. Bush’s oil rich friend, King Abdullah of Saudi Arabia!

The rebate check, like the voting system for this upcoming general election in November 2008, is yet another tracking mechanism to see who is in the database of the IRS and FBI and which of sheep is willing compliant to file their tax returns by April 15, 2008. This means in order to ‘qualify’ for this rebate check for a measly $300.00, each hard working Americanized citizen must have a Social Security Number (SSN) and at least have worked and earned over $3,000.00 in the tax year of 2007.

You want change?

Okay, for example, there is no technology to make one gender become the other gender perfectly, with female to male harder than the two operations. Y’all have to settle being happy in your current form and deal with life’s situations for now. Not all the medication, therapy, counseling or genetic splicing could possibly remove the gender identification of your soul’s purpose. It’s really a test to see how today’s society treats those persons labeled as ‘sin’ as per a condemning ‘God’, who is supposed to be all loving, mind you but via the old farts outdated writings found in the Bible.

You want change?

Pick a presidential candidate who knows how to deal with the likes of Bush’s regime from the oil countries of ‘Nigeria and Saudi Arabia’ (which are two countries mentioned in one of Hillary’s speech). There is no way Obama could represent change when he is virtually surrounded by the lots of reptilians, who are running the GOP, Congress and Senate, all of who have not really changed all that much while in office. And they never will change because they too need to be part of the payroll by TPTB and pay (or hide their taxes like Hillary) like every Americanized citizens.

You want change?

Stop using that gang or mobster mentality of the big bosses looking out for your backs. Learn how you could better adapt in a fast changing world by crossing training yourselves in computer related jobs or at least get a GED for heaven’s sake! The unions will phase out because, for example, Chrysler cannot afford to pay the wages and retirement benefits of the old timers and have already shut down most of its operation worldwide since Thursday, March 13, 2008 for two weeks. We want hovercrafts, not some oil-dependant machine made out of rubber and steel and by people in the U.S.A.

You want change?

Don’t expect a free ride. Anything that sounds too good to be true has a price. The price is being fooled by the same politicians who were elected to represent the Americanized citizens of the United States. The politicians can always change their agendas due to their ‘secret meetings behind the doors’, like the United States Congress did on Thursday, March 13, 2008 on a spy (wiretapping, anti-terror) bill.

Addendum 11:40PM: Later on tonight around 06:55PM, I answered the main phone and got a wrong number from a guy, who feels like one of those spy agents, which pulled from a parked position off this long stretch of road of ours upon our intersection at his green colored sedan. We were coming home from Eastridge. I wonder if that broken down, dark colored truck behind us noticed this event. The events have been frequent with people getting into their parked vehicles and pulling off HWY 101 or other locations and upon our arrivals.

Anyway, y’all know this is true because anyone could change their minds about what to wear for the day or what to eat for dinner. Further, anyone could change one’s religion just to belong somewhere but get nowhere fast with ten percent going into the pockets of crazed charismatic personalities, like Obama’s Rev. Jeremiah Wright and the rest (in peace).

This guy is part white from the looks of his pale skin coloration. Rev. Wright has put his white ancestors to shame by saying those things in public and using the name of ‘God’ in vain. He should apologize to his black people of mixed ancestry. I know the blacks don’t like their skin color. Tiger Woods married his Swedish or white woman. This golfer had a choice to marry a black woman instead, duh.

I am disappointed that Obama’s mentor has dealings with Louis Farakhan and Mu’ammar al-Qadhafiof Libya, which is another MUSLIM country. Muslims are by far the most religious for praying many times throughout the day and they should not be considered ‘head hunters’ as they are known for in parts of the once docile islands of the Philippines.

Obama’s shady past is something to be considered — whose biological father has left the boy all alone with his single white mother and whose other important father figure — Rev. Wright — has betrayed his fellow black brother who trying to connect with fellow ‘Christians’, only to find a harsh world ready to hurt this little boy who has grown up into what could be the next president of the United States. I see potential in Obama as a bridge between whites and blacks, despite his alleged connections with the Muslim community [wink].

You want change?

Stop pursuing life’s pleasures with these material ‘goods’ imported and exported among poorer countries in this temporal world of plastic illusions. Nothing is ‘good’ when noone is being paid the fair value like those of us who are already in the government’s databases or whatever nefarious system (like chip implantations by the Beast) happens to be employed by TPTB.

You want change?

Stop thinking that working like an honest, hard working cubicle slave (or wage earner) is not as degrading as getting the faster buck for selling your bodies and minds. One type of service pays less and is safer than the other. But both jobs are not pleasurable: The body becomes useless and the mind is rendered into putty.

You want change?

Leave everything you have behind and follow me. Now that’s change. This sounds familiar from the Bible, eh?

Addendum 12:08AM 03/15/2008: I had to go downstairs in a hurry after this last paragraph to do some exercise with my parental units earlier this evening and prior to dinner. The goal is to loose some pounds and go on a diet, which looks like the word ‘die’ and a crucifix.

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20080309-Can’t Change

Y’all damn well you can’t change a stubborn outdated old timer into some handsome stud overnight. Nor can anyone change one’s religion from Buddhism just to be married in a Catholic church, like ‘WinTea’ is planning with my brother. Once black always black: This includes Obama who is partially white. So he could go either way - Muslim or Christian.

While I believe in unity, there is no such thing as getting along with differences. Take for example, my giant 6′2″ cousin, ‘Giant’ who is (or was) attending USC (University of Santa Cruz) in California. Y’all could Google her name and find out she is Cavite — a type of snotty faced Filipina with the attitude of dog blood. I say this because it runs on her mother’s side, the ‘Orge’, some hot shot director at Washington Hospital.

I know they cannot change their bad attitudes towards ‘Maw’ and me. For whatever reason, their nastiness won’t leave me in peace until I tell the truth of my personal observance with regards to the twosome. The stories are varied but short and to the point: Onward with my rant above all else.

Story one:

When ‘Joh’ was to be married to ‘LaRain’, there was a plot to ‘force’ us to attend Lorraine’s bridal party. The scenario occurred sometime prior to Christmas when ‘Joh’ claimed his computer needed fixing by my brother whose career involves computer support. My brother was too nice and offered to fix his stupid computer.

What annoyed me was the fact that the owner of the computer (Joseph) should have delivered and picked up the computer as this is proper with any business transaction to the repair shot. But because my brother and I were TOO nice, we drove 45 minutes both ways.

When we got to their ‘third’ residence (which was paid off with the millions of Philippine pesos that ‘Orge’s mother gave as part of the inheritance with the other one going to ‘Orge’s brother, whom is not in good terms with ‘Orge’), ‘Giant’ was the only one there to greet us.

I immediately picked up bad vibrations from ‘Giant’ who didn’t want us to stay around for long. ‘Giant’ had her arms folded across her chest as we inquired to the whereabouts to her younger brother, ‘Joh’. I didn’t know what to expect next.

I barely recall not responding or attending one of their invitations and we denied ever receiving something from them because my brother ‘forgot’ the card inside his backpack. So she clearly had wanted us to attend ‘LaRain’ bridal party and said quite enthusiastically: ‘Are you going to be there, right?’ We answered half-heartedly: ‘Yeah’. Right: But in our minds we knew better than to play along.

We didn’t show up. ‘Joh’ and ‘LaRain’ divorced after two years. I knew there was something off with the relationship with the younglings because ‘Orge’ TOTALLY ignored ’LaRain’s side, especially the parents, during the wedding reception. ‘Paw’, ‘Maw’ and I knew the parents from long ago. They are more down to earth and normal compared to the likes of ‘Orge’ and my paternal uncle ‘Macaroni’.

Story two:

Here is more dirt from the same people with life’s basic problems that won’t leave me until I die. ‘Maw’ always liked to pop over and visit these ungrateful relatives. And to my dismay, I AM THE ONE carpooling ‘Maw’ and ‘Paw’ into the snakes’ territory. So in effect, the offense is greater to me because I too wanted to see my relatives no matter how mean they are to us.

There was not convincing her that some people needed to be well informed prior to traveling over 45 minutes to a place we don’t if people would be there to greet us. This was one of the stopovers for our delivery of fruits in paper bags, which were left on our ungrateful relatives doors. Only an aunt-in-law, ‘Babel’, called to personally thank ‘Maw’ for her kindness.

I remember EVERYTHING - mark my words! These are my own words and noone else’s.

And sure enough we arrived at Gemini Ct. of their ‘first’ house, which was sold off to pay for ‘Joh’s wedding or so I’ve heard. I believe ‘Joh’ and ‘LaRain’ lived there for awhile. I knocked at the front door and waited to no response whatsoever. I didn’t hear anything through the doors and probably peeked through the window.

I told my parental units there is no one there. Then just as we backed out our Mercedes Benz E430, I saw movement - the blinds were closed from the inside! I quickly pulled back onto the driveway, ran up the path and proceeded to knock and bang at the front door loudly and tell whoever was in there: ‘I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE!’

Then that nasty giant, ‘Giant’, opened the door and to her right out came ‘Joh’. He had this stupid grin on his face and a towel on his head while making the excuse that he was taking a shower and couldn’t hear the door. ‘Giant’ also made an excuse that she was busy in the back doing the landscaping.

We went inside and looked around a bit and saw the backyard down nicely by ‘Orge’ and ‘Macaroni’, no doubt mostly by ‘Orge’, the brain of the family. Then my two cousins called their parents and pretended to sound as if they were not surprised to see us there. I knew better for they are all LIARS!

So then we went over to the new house where we actually invited in to see ‘Orge’ mother and my old paternal granny sleeping in one room that time. We heard stories from ‘Orge’s own MOTHER of how ‘Orge’s was very nasty to her that she had to go back home to the Philippines after giving the inheritance away.

The sentiment was worse when the family of four refused to take the old lady along on one vacation because ‘Joh’ said to his grandma: ‘It’s only for the family’. That was the last time we saw ‘Orge’s mother, who will never come back to the Bay Area.

Story three:

So after the death of ‘Allbutt’, an uncle-in-law married to my auntie ‘Mal-Form’, we had been fed at the Country Harvest, a buffet restaurant. We talked some more and we pretty much ignored each other and seated ourselves with the gang mentality - cousins with their own kinds, the outsiders with theirs, which included my paternal uncle ‘Gigo-Ling’ and his second wife, ‘Ample’, who was kind enough to talk with me briefly.

I noticed that the cousins were not saying much to each other as usual and they keep to themselves pretty much. But when the time came for ‘Orge’ and ‘Giant’ to leave, I kept waving and saying goodbye to them from a seated position. They both continued on, pretending to look at their left and wave to the cousins who were in front of me.

After they didn’t see me and ignored ‘Maw’ and aunt-in-law ‘Babel’ and maybe aunt-in-law ‘Conceiving’, I flicked the nasty twosome off with my right middle finger as they passed by but was hiding that gesture with my left palm. The only cousin to see my finger flicking action was ‘Toy-Rin’, the middle sister of ‘Ter-Rel’ her older brother and ‘Tery-Rin’ her younger sister.

Story four:

This was the most recent and last story of both ‘Orge’ and ‘Giant’. This was during last year’s 90^th birthday party for our paternal grandmother ‘Loose’. Everyone ignored us from San Jose, CA because they have this mind set of insecurity and unfortunately have fallen to the dark side by playing plastic through their pearly white teeth. Once again the evil duo passed by without saying goodbye.

‘Giant’ had turned her back to me after I told ‘Macaroni’ and ‘WinTea’ how she won’t hug me as I sat down in front of them. While at the doorway, ‘Orge’ waved to the cousins to my right and I glanced over my right shoulder to see her, turned my head back down to pretend enjoying my dessert and make a sad face. I wanted my stupid cousins to take a hint and stop playing PLASTIC.

Story five:

This is probably unrelated but my late paternal grandpaw almost knifed the old hag ‘Orge’. This, for whatever reason, was no surprise because the ‘Orge’ was NOT very nice my grandparents, who once lived with them in their ’second’ house, where those religious frauds had set up camp to do all sort of ‘hilot’ (or faith healing massages) for money (or donations), which is typical of Cavites.

This explains why ‘Macaroni’, ‘Giant’, and ‘Joh’ decided to take up martial arts: To defend themselves from the truth, the truth that they are not nice – sometimes. Maybe they figured out early on that we relatives don’t like their attitudes. This explains why that family has not participated in the relatives’ parties, only until recently and only if they want to get something in return and then leave after they get what they want.

Disclaimer: So if that future lawyer of horror, ’Giant’ gets in my face about this particular rant, the public already knows. It’s too late, loser. Your blood is as thick as mine, which is sweeter than wine. But you, my youngest of the paternal cousin, wear the thickest face than all of us cousins combined.

Bottom line for anyone out there: Do not ever do business with relatives. You know why there is always room for the whole truth and nothing but the truth. So help me Father! Nothing escapes bitter sentiments like relatives hurt from misdeeds, words and actions.

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