20080407-Poor Pariah

On Saturday evening, my parental units and I ate dinner together with Ben and Myrna, who usually attend the afternoon mass at 05:00PM.  ‘Maw’ and Myrna decided to chat together while ‘Paw’ and I sat in the pew next to them, waiting for the twosome to finish their conversation. Our local church was already cleared of people upon the lights turning off and being locked up for the night by Ben when we saw the smiling priest come and greet us.

Father Vu will be missed. And later on during the course of our dinner, which was mixed vegetable on top of chow fun drowning in sauce, one whole sole fish, deep fried pork and house fried rice, we learned from Ben why Father Vu sounded so very sad on the 05:00PM mass on Saturday, March 29, 2008. When I heard the priest sing the ‘In Praise of God’ section at the time, his voice was very low and melancholy.

According to Ben, Father Perata gave Father Vu a recommendation similar to Ben’s gesture of a thumb pointing downward. This meant Father Vu would be transferred out of St. Victor’s Church in San Jose, CA and to another Catholic church locate in Campbell, CA, which is a very old town and mostly white. Father Vu is Vietnamese by the way. I mumbled under my breath full of chow mein: ’I didn’t know that the white priest is prejudice’.

I believe politics played a role in this religious organization and blatant discrimination between the whites and Asians has reared it ugly head in our own church. I heard something about the same white priest mentioning to some person(s) about that Asian priest eating from a rice bowl and how that white priest would ’summon’ another with his right index finger as if the other person was a dog. (The old timers prior to Dr. King’s efforts know what this fingering gesture signifies, I’m sure).

As mentioned somewhere in my previous blog, Father Perata seems ‘alien’ to me. He would rub his ear and head at times as if tuning in to what I had to ’say’ while I blasted him during my prayerful moments. One time I slightly startled him as if he recognized me: He winked at me knowingly with his left eye as he handed me the Eucharist one time.

During the ‘Preparation of the Eucharist’, one disturbing action I sometimes notice is his single jerking motion of the empty cup (prior to the pouring of the wine or water) to remove that napkin thing covering the top of the cup. I would assume he knows something about that ritual with blood drinking for the reptoids from ‘fruit of the vine and work of human hands’ deal.

I will mention also that he does have barely visible ‘horns’ located on either side of his forehead and just above his eyebrows. I am assuming but noticed on cable programming these features on government officials, television personalities and celebrities alike. (’Maw’ and I noticed the same ‘horn’s popping out from some of the panels during the Thursday, April 3, 2008 Senate Banking Committee on Capitol Hill).

Some of us are planning to take Father Vu out for dinner but somehow that would be much later and probably after he is transferred out to his new church. I heard the Vicar called out to me ‘Lyn’ twice while I waited in the lobby for my parental units and a couple, Fred and Rose. I turned around to see him smiling in his white garment.

I had already visualized this happening earlier this morning as he opened out both his arms to greet me and another moment of time has passed between two souls. To me this symbolizes how some nicer people are booted out for their own good and probably sent far away because some ‘aliens’ cannot stand the energy from good hearted folks, like Father Vu.

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

20080319-Passover Dinner

My parental units and I attended our very first ‘Seder’ Passover (Haggadah) dinner at our local church from 07:00PM to 09:22PM for $25.00 each person. This was an invitation by Poi B. during the breakfast on Monday, March 10, 2008. We took pictures of each other and ‘Paw’ looked cute in his little black ‘cap’, which was provided for guys to wear on their heads during the Passover feast.

We greeted some people: An old lady (so far most) liked my shorter, squire, bob-like hairstyle and another ‘white’ lady talked about how other people cried at church with ‘Maw’ (of course the emotional one) during the surprise 40th Anniversary Blessing that I requested Father Lim to say for my parental units on Monday, March 10, 2008 in front of everyone during the morning mass at 08:00AM.

I emailed my local church (last minute) around midnight and phoned the same morning to no avail. Tonight was pleasant enough with some people dressing semi-formal. I was sticky hot in my shiny polyester, maroon colored top, however. Anyway, we learned about the different items located at the table.

I sat next to the right of my parental units with a total mismatched, white guy, Jeffrey, Vanessa and her Filipino parents to my right. There was Rose and Fred in front of me and another couple, Bert and his wife to my left side too. I said very little and ignored the people. The program was about one hour.

Candle Blessing: The hostess or ‘Mother’ usually prepares this flower at the middle of the table and is the one to light candles located somewhere inside the flower arrangement.

Cup of Thanksgiving - Kiddush: The first cup is poured by the head of the table and everyone drinks up. There was blush wine and apple juice for the non-alcoholic drinkers. I opted for the light, rosy-colored liquid, the good stuff.

Rahatz and Karpas: A snip of parsley dipped in salt water twice and then eaten. I kept chewing while the Master of Ceremonies or Lector continues with his readings.

Matzee - Matzo: A large, cracker-like flat bread is passed around and shared with each person breaking a piece off to be dipped into horseradish (gasp!) and eaten. My eyes were teary from the strong heat of the horseradish, of course.

Cup of Memory and Haddadh: The second cup was pour once again by the head of the table and we drank well.

Elements of the Passover Feast: The MC and Guest would ask about the following elements. The Lector’s wife holds up each element while the Lector give a short response to each one.

• Pesach - The Paschal Lamb.
• Matzo - A bread of affliction.
• Moror - A bitter herb.
• Roasted Egg - A symbol of life everlasting.
• Haroses - The mortar used by the Israelites in making brick in Egypt.

Psalm 114: The Lord’s Wonders at the Exodus.

The Korekh: Benediction is said by the ‘males’ or ‘Fathers’.

Dinnertime: We were served by ‘waiters’ from 08:55 until around 09:11PM. We had one steaming hot potato still wrapped in its foil, and lots of steamed veggies, beef, chicken, green jelly and later on a choice of fruits, followed by cookies and coffee.

Search for the Afikoman: Two children went around the tables in search of what appeared to be a blue piece of cloth containing the middle piece of ‘dessert’ (or one of three matzo representing three classes of Jewish priests — the Cohen, the Levi, and the Israeli [people]). This was wrapped and hidden to be eaten last.

The Cup of Blessing: The head of the table pours the drinks again and we drank.

Psalm 116: Thanksgiving to God for Help in Need.

Reception of Elijah: Some old dude (Elijah) with a very white beard was rapping at the side door quite loudly twice (five and six times). His wife opened the door, filling ‘Elijah’s cup as he arrives.

Cup of Freedom and Final Benediction: The ones at the head of the table poured our final drink. I drank the whole thing - hiccup!

Acknowledgements were said - [yawn].

Shalom

Addendum 11:06PM 03/19/2008: I noticed at least five to seven of these ‘white’ folks with pinkish red skins. The big white guy sitting to the right of Father Parata had the brightest red face. I was blasting that entity since I have one TB created by DB (this year) inside my Donney Bourke bag of black with bright brown colored trimmings.

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

20080107-Leila Stranger

This morning ‘Maw’ and I decided to buy some bitter melon for her lunch dish today. So we went to our local Asian grocery store at 99 Ranch, which is only two minutes from our home. I parked at the usual disabled lot, placed her placard on the rearview mirror, waited for her to hobble out the passenger side of the car and with the maroon aluminum cane (bought from Longs Drug store) in her right hand made the rest of the way.

We suddenly were intercepted by a short, stout-faced stranger — a Filipino lady by the name of Leila. She had a ‘Bad Boys Bail Bonds’ key strap around her neck, wore this bright pink-red lipstick, which was slightly smudged and hobbled also on her aluminum cane. Her knees are as bad as ‘Maw’s but she is only 55 years old. So they spoke about life and how they came to being injured in the knees.

Initially, ‘Maw’ didn’t seemed interested to speak with the lady but was nice enough to exchange a few words as we made our way slowly into the entrance of the store and with our shopping carts, well, which I got later on after ‘Maw’ wanted some pumello fruits to eat. We spent almost $10.00 for these thick-skinned, almost grapefruit tasting delights.

Leila was the dark skinned variety but had spunk as she continued on her idle chit chat, which refreshed me since I hardly talk to anyone nowadays from being indoors most of the time from lack of work and enthusiasm to explore or maybe fear of injury due to lack of expensive HEALTH insurance.  

The old lady then told the tale about her divorce — how she put up with her old man for dating a younger woman, gave him three months to go to her or come back, off and on for a year until Leila decided enough was tolerated and how she will not remarry an interested suitor of a good friend. The family of the guy gets along well with Leila, by the way.

Unlike ‘Maw’ who has ‘removed her rose colored glasses’ just recently last year, Leila learned early at 15 years of age that not all people is always to her best interest and that others DO take advantage of her kindness, like ‘Maw’. According to her, some Filipinos are hypocrites as churchgoers who later chit chatting about others behind their backs.

That’s why the old lady stopped attending any religious functions from her 7th Day Adventist, Catholicism and later Jehovah Witnesses. ‘Maw’ then told her about how the Jehovah’s limited their fun of partying, gambling and drinking but some ‘deserters’ do whatever they want without their ‘elders’ knowing of their free-will. She basically prays to ’God’ in her own special ways.

‘Maw’ then in tears told the stranger that she doesn’t use foul language or speak nasty to other people. This is where the final conversation usual hits home base: The reality is each person is better off left alone after doing many good deed in life for others and taking so much ‘trials’ that the only thing left is taking care of oneself in a more calmer, peaceful and stress free status in life.

I noticed she wore a golden necklace of what appears to be a double, winged design with some sort of crystal in the middle. All I know is that she is one of many messengers that ‘Maw’ needed to help her overcome the ’trials’ of not fully understanding the existence of mean and hurtful people.

The basic message from Leila (and like so many others we’d meet recently) is to treat others as you’d be treated. All others who have ill-willed thoughts and done wrong in words and actions will have their fates dealt with by ‘God’ and returned to them later on in some way. This is the truth that someday those who have strayed from the narrow path will remember the true light of loving each other unconditionally.

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

20080106-Old Bags

After having lunch of leftover Chinese food from last night and with my parental units, we three decided to go shopping at Moffett Field, CA. This was my idea since spending for grocery and other products is way more inexpensive via the military than as we would describe as ‘outside’.

So at around 02:00PM we drove up HWY 101 slowly at around 60mph. The traffic wasn’t too bad and the spacing between the cars allowed me time remove my gaze from ‘driving’ and admire the lighter fluffy clouds among the lighter gray skies. The rain came a little bit but subsided halfway into our travel.

We arrived at the parking lot of DECA, chose a smaller cart and proceeded up the ramp, which was to the ‘right’ of the main entrance of the store, where an older Asian lady was checking for the sponsor’s identification. All other accompanying the sponsors had to be identified and stayed close to each other while shopping this and two other Navy Exchange stores.

Our goal (my idea) was to buy ‘Maw’ her painkillers for osteoarthritis of two-100 count of regular strength (325mg) Tylenol tablets at $6.48 and another bottle of the same brand at 650mg. Prior to shopping, I saw some coffee, got some, poured my creamer into the swill and tried to swish it around since there was no stir stick available. Then ‘Maw’ got mad at me for walking around with the drink and so I went back to the place up front where I got the tiny cup of coffee and finished up the liquid.

This kept me warm and I actually enjoyed myself for whatever time I have left with the twosome. I picked up only two items — carrot juice and three big muffins with chocolate chips in it. ‘Paw’ asked later who bought that one. Of course, I wouldn’t admit it; while ‘Maw’ claimed she didn’t know. And so of course that meant ‘Paw’ bought it because he had the receipt, technically. Get it? It’s our little joke we do with the old man sometimes.

We saw some green, environmentally friendly bags for $0.70 each and bought four. The bagger used one of the three and I didn’t understand why ‘Maw’ wanted to use the paper bag when we already bought something that would be phased out in the Bay Area. I thought we could get a head start but old timers like her are hard to cross-train.

It’s time to stop wasting our precious resources like trees for paper and oil for plastic. Old bags need to give way to the new ones, now!

So later we went to Longs Drugs store and compared prices of the over counter painkillers. The ones in Longs for the 325mg was $8.49 (without tax). The other painkiller for 650mg was $13.99 but on sale as advertised for $8.49. I’m not usually price conscious when spending my hard earned money but now I’ll have to be more careful and scrutinize what was being sold to the receipts.

Next we went to the Valerio Bakery and bought a bag of freshly baked pandisal. There were 14 and they also bought two deep-fried ongkoys, which contain shrimps dipped in tempura batter. These had larger than normal shrimps in it. I won’t touch the stuff because I really got to watch my weight and detoxify with whatever minimal health foodstuff is around the house.

So we went home and did our business of unloading the grocery cart, pooping and cooking my fried rice, only this time I chopped onion and garlic. And the twosome walked in to pick up the chocolate colored curtains that ‘Maw’ had finished sewing since yesterday. I couldn’t finish my cooking and sort was able to get it at least to taste good enough to eat.

All the while, the ‘Win-Tea’ explained that she ran out of minutes (probably from talking too much with HER family and friends), which she reimburses with her company, but not willing enough to leave a message on my voicemail message. I told her that she used to be good about returning OUR calls and that (as the ‘next’ one in line to my parents who gave up trying to improve the twosome) I feel the emotion of not receiving a courtesy return call.

She claimed to have told ’Squirrel’ from her work about my text message to her yesterday. But ‘Squirrel’ claimed he had an emergency of spillage of liquid on his motherboard that same day. He did call me twice on the phone yesterday but failed to leave a message on the answering machine (at least) personally to his ‘Paw’, who was the original sender of the FYI to pick up the darn curtains.

To me, both their excuses continue to plague me since I will be surviving to see how they are part of my life. I cannot leave new dirt in my bags of old sentiments and ‘Maw’ is holding her tongue lashing that will surely make people (especially ‘Win-Tea’) cry, which to add as already been done prior to her moving in with ‘Squirrel’ back in May 2006.

In summary, old bags need to be replaced with newer ones. I am seeing some slight improvement from the both of them and feel happy they were able to stay briefly for about, say, fifteen minutes before they went about their own business. Like I said, I am family. And their business is my business (although lacking in having a life and family of my own).

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

20080104-Raining Today

It’s been nothing but rain last night and this morning, where droplets of water cover our white acrylic windows upstairs, located in the south and west sections of the house. The cypress, eucalyptus, sycamore and fruit trees are bending to the strong winds, blowing northward. The gray clouds cover the whole Bay Area. And I could see but the darkened, faint outline on top of Mt. Hamilton eastward, too.

We didn’t attend today’s morning mass due to the rain storm. And ‘Maw’ wanted pandisal (a larger, generous hand-sized, Filipino version of a small dinner roll, only slightly sweeter and tastier, too) for breakfast. Instead, she ranted about her rude awakening to the fact that ‘Paw’ will never change his selfish ways. ‘Paw’ is a good man. However and throughout his whole life, we discovered his functioning of normal day activities requires our programming of simple commands.

Her story went back to the past (again) when ‘Paw’ almost left us to burn at Camp Allen, Norfolk, VA because he was too sleepy to wake up and check on the burning smell of our small military apartment; that ‘Maw’ had to get up to do most of the leg work during the snow season and take the bus and how ‘Paw’ would stare blankly into space while listening to the sermons as my brother and I played and got hurt without disciplining us.

Lifting the finger for my paternal side of the family is only good for themselves, especially on the surface to those persons who don’t know them all too well. And ‘Maw’ has learned that a good teacher (or wise woman, as I would describe her abilities to reconcile marriages of couples) is only as good as the student who is willing to learn and improve upon outmoded attitudes, thinking and bad behavior. And the tear-filled, sadness of ‘Maw’ is an expression of her acceptance that ‘Paw’ will never change his ways.

This brings me to ‘Squirrel-Ling’ who claims he could change ‘Win-Tea’. As in my previous blog entries, ‘Squirrel’ denies that he is happy in the relationship, knowing the nit-wit will continue to spend more time with her Chinese family and that her actions is but a precursor to the inevitable, which is to do whatever she wants, leave ‘Squirrel’ alone and by himself most of the time and all because she is used to doing her own ways prior to living together with the guy AND without marriage, which to the ‘traditional’ Filipinos is a ‘no-no’.

Today’s rain storm is a further expression of my frustration at the whole world and how corporate greed and its government cahoots continue to do themselves justice while the rest of us struggle to make ends meet with high cost of living. It’s no fun staying indoor knowing there is more than being computer geek who is always thinking out loud via the keyboard.

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

20080101-Daily Thoughts

Happy New Year’s Day! Last night all I did was post into a conspiracy discussion forum (and entered one greeting on another former forum), napped a little until 11:30PM and then celebrated with four other family units by eating rice porridge, pancit noodles until 12:30AM and finished cleaning up by 01:00AM.

At 07:14AM seven geese were honking through my bedroom windows as I did my bed. I Looked out my bedroom window and saw them flying southbound and noticed one chemtrail directly overhead our home and more criss-cross patterns over Mt. Hamilton eastward. What a way to start the New Year’s!

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

20071213-Gift Exchange

Tonight I got drunk on two and one-half glass of margarita at Pedro’s near my previous employer in Santa Clara, CA. Unfortunately, there was still one more glass of liquid from the pitcher but noone finished it. My head is slightly throbbing but I am alert. I managed to drive home safely and very slowly because HWY 101 northbound was traffic.

The above photo shows a green leprechaun with two four leaf clovers on its chest while it is holding a green flower with a ladybird sitting on it. This was handmade in Germany with pride and joy. The object has white hair, a red nose, a brown pipe and a golden hat. I truly feel lucky tonight. I remember reading about a leprechaun in one book and how he couldn’t get the gold out of this cavern without the help of an ‘outsider’.

This gift exchange was from ‘Jane‘, who used to work as a temp at my previous employer. She is Greek, tall, still stinky and quite talkative that I’m sure ‘Lottie’ was already glazed over from being drunk like the rest of us. We were five altogether with ‘Theresa’ and ‘Carolyn’ as the other two, who talked to each other mostly; while I sat and listened to either pair and not contributing much because I’m the quite one as usual.

Besides spending the extra $12.00 on dinner for cheap appetizers of tamale, nachos, quesadilla and other stuff, I spent an extra $12.00 on Hershey’s chocolate for $2.99 each for the foursome earlier. They thanked me with hugs and I think I made well with four old ‘friends’ with my little early Christmas gifts of edible foodstuff that will go straight to their thighs.

If it weren’t for ‘Carolyn’s surprise holiday greeting today while online via Yahoo! Messenger, I would not have gotten a chance to hang out for once with former co-workers and get drunk like the old times many years ago. I’ve since tried to clean my system out but at this rate a good time is better than sitting in front of the computer all day.

My other old ‘friend’ came back via the Yahoo! Messenger. ‘Randy’ is someone I’ve been thinking about during his temporary gig at my previous employer and I will never forget him for his hardship, too. He is on my ‘happy list’ for sure because I know he is special in some way. He is related not by blood but by his uncle, who is married to my foul-mouth auntie. I was surprised for his quick greeting and added him again for chatting later on.

And of course, my special ward is someone, who by design, has crossed my path and we chatted a little via Yahoo! Messenger for part of the morning. I already know my purpose for over seven years and I am WAITING for any good news to manifest. He asked for my photo and I took lots of mug shots and e-mailed one that I thought was not ‘weird looking’. And I got ‘waves’ of hugs and ‘free’ books in return from him. I feel blessed with these simple gestures from faraway ‘friends’.

And as I digress further, I uploaded a picture of my new necklace from ‘Shrimpsei’ into one forum and got a post deleted for the other forum by him too. The deletion via a PM was a spoiler since I am too slow with the spontaneous sharing of what I thought was being honest. I didn’t know people could fool each other so well.

I am a fool and believe too easily anything or (for that matter) anyone, who have a ‘bruhahaha’ sense of humor to keep sane in this crazy world. That’s why people like me tend to get hurt easily or burned well. The greatest price is not what is exchanged with gifts but the lessons learned from each other as ‘friends’. As a result, the dude is mine now, dammit!

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

20071210-Afternoon Moments

Sunday was mostly clear blue skies in the morning until later on in the afternoon where the orangey sun in its ovoid stare sets behind purple mountains and into the Pacific Ocean. I caught site of sylphs somewhere over the Blossom Hill area this morning on our way to Carrow’s restaurant.

Saturday was also nice but freezing. After shopping late into the afternoon, my mind’s eyes captured another moment where the golden glints of orangey lights crowned the scalloped edges of purple, fluffy clouds. If I could paint well, I would try to recreate these beauties. Being on the apex of a bridge provides a better vantage view than down at ground level at home.

Lots of afternoon moments were not recorded for many month — seagulls flying upon a brown bag of food left on the parking lot today, geese flying in V-formations homebound several times over our home, pigeons sitting on highway lights nearby cellphone towers as always and the occasional blue birds cawing and black crows barking in our backyard.

The sun would set around 04:30PM Pacific Time. Each sunset would mark another day’s end. I won’t smile anymore either. Shopping lacks any fulfillment: Targets — three more vests, two cleaning items, one bathroom tension rod, one spa chair and four vinyl covers for ‘Paw’s pillows and bed; Sears — one red outfit ‘Made in Vietnam’ and one tomato-colored shirt; Longs Drug and Walgreens — nail polishes of purple, orange, brown and lavender; and nothing at Kohl’s because I had the urge to pee. Nothing is new except more charges on my credit cards.

The only new event was joining a bunch of church folks for $3.00 per plate — two tamales, one glob of beans, one spoonful of rice and a side salad. Drinks included on glass of pink punch or a donation for a cup of alcoholic beverage. I got a cup of coffee instead. Nachos were $1.00.

‘Katey’ was the first senora we met around 01:00PM and she allowed us entry prior to the 01:30PM ‘opening’ when the parishioners finished mass around 01:50PM. She went on about making oneself happy without depending on others (like her spouse), respecting others as she would in return, practicing praying (despite religion’s man-made words of ‘God’) and telling there are lots of fish out there and that I should go to New York and enjoy life. I told her I would — yeah right.

Next I met, ‘Zumira’ whose husband ‘Clyde’ works at the same place the temp agency from hell has placed me. I was nice enough to throw her plate away and she thanked me. We started talking briefly and I noticed her slight stammer. She asked my first AND last name. I will not be forgotten.

The musicians were four Mexicano and they played guitars well. The only song ‘Zumira’ and I knew were ‘Guantenamara’, which both of us sang towards the end rather loudly along with the guitarists. This event was some sort of Guadalupe Society fund raising. I calculated about twenty tables sitting about fourteen guests per table. The event was wrapping up around 02:00PM.

Its one hour past midnight and my orange nail polish still smells of fumes. The removal of the electric blue nail polish took too many cotton balls and the tips of my fingers became angry and dry as a result of the harsh chemicals of the non-acetone nail polish remover.

Dinner was served and eaten yesterday. And I went to bed early to sleep of my glucose attack with two scoops of my favorite ice cream — chocolate chips. I awoke after hearing ‘Maw’ turn off her bedroom lights. Then I watched mindless television shows to try falling asleep. I haven’t touched my E-book in a while until I find that ‘missing’ charger, which is probably under my bed but I’m too lazy to retrieve.

Today will be another afternoon after another day at work. I don’t know what else to add except that I’m getting sleepy from all that shopping yesterday. My new Sketchers shoes worked wonderfully well the whole and didn’t find a pair from Payless because of this one shoe that I liked didn’t come in a ‘wide’. I will be wearing those shoes from now on at work, my bright nail polish and my frown face too.

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

20071208-Saturday Shopping

Well, I woke up late, ate breakfast and went shopping at Mervyn’s for some clothes and presents. First stop was trying to buy ‘Paw’ his new sweat suit outfits to replace his grungy ones from the local flea market years ago. He protested as usual this time by weakly grabbing at the articles of clothing weighed down upon my arms.

But I pulled back and stretched up to get at the ones beyond my reach. He claimed to want only one outfit. He got three. I paid for those along with a pajama set for ‘Squirrel’ as his holiday present.

Next was me and I eyes one pair of Sketchers with plaid black designs. The support a little bit below the middle of my foot (and slightly above my heal) felt weird yet bouncy. I took that for my purchase, tried five more tops and purchased the red ones with flowers along the next line including a brown 3/4 sleeve for me and a red one for ‘Win-Tea’s holiday present.

We ate lunch and tipped both the cashier and a bunch of youths one dollar each. The singers (three with one playing a classical guitar) were from Fremont, CA and for some reason belong to this Pentecostal organization. I don’t know what that is but it means another version of God as a tasty cheeseburger.

I read in a topic from another forum in which God is expressed as being the best cheeseburger — unique to different types of burger joint, much like religion and all its dominations. Now I realize that these boxes, dojos or forums are trying to present themselves as being the best burger in town — God or not.

I wasn’t ready to go home since it wasn’t 14:00PM when I decided to go shopping at Long’s Drug Store for more outdoor lights because I saw how lack luster our outdoor decorations looked compared to the beautiful lightings done by our neighbors when ’Maw’ and I drove around last night. This was from 07:00PM to 08:00PM right after dinner and leaving ‘Paw’ taking too long with the garbage outback more recently.

While driving, I listened to her freaking complaining, whining and crying as an awakened victim of late to a failed relationship with an uncompassionate, dull-witted and selfish husband — ‘Paw’. I should know because I see these particular traits in ‘Paw’, ‘Squirrel’ and me as well as my paternal relatives up in the East Bay. They come from Tuy, Batangas, Philippines and people from this province are notorious for being spitefully mean, very territorial and knife wielders. (I bet you didn’t know that, eh ‘Shrimpsei’?)

Anyway, I purchased around $39.00 worth of new decoration with 2-100 mini-lights for $4.00, one 22′-green colored extension cord (with three ‘female’ outlets at the end for my three reindeer family) and four boxes of plastic gutter clips, which I used for hooking up the lights on the chain link fence (made by Montgomery Ward).

Oh yeah before I forget, yesterday I saw a guy walking his red rover dog yesterday after work as ‘Paw’ described his accomplishment of throwing the three bad lines of mini-lights and decorating the front porch with two extra lines of multi-colored mini-lights. I hollered out like: ‘Good job, ‘Paw’! And sure enough I got a reaction from boy and dog as boy looked in my direction. I’m a brat.

As soon as we arrived home, I grabbed my jacket and head out front to get working on those lights. Later, I heard the loser coughing out loud intentionally from his AT&T van. I flicked him off since my back was towards this main strip of road. And as he parked across the road, I got closer to the end of my chain link fence and hollered: ‘Die you loser! Choke on your SARS!’ Heck, I’m only human and I know TPTB will make him work harder.

So I removed the old blue lights from fence and the white lights from the rose bushes. After I used up the two new white mini-lights for the scallop design from one main post to the other, I used the remainder of the old blue lights from the rose bushes and the old white lights for the tall rose shrub. We moved the angel closer to the fence and the three reindeer family towards the center of the lawn.

‘Paw’ did not do anything useful except decorate the vertical rose shrub, hold the clips open for hooking the fence lights, cleaning up the extra boxes and twist ties and grabbing a stepping stool to hang the last line on top of the gazebo located near the main strip of road. I ended up doing the rest of the ‘engineering’.

I realize what ‘Maw’ has been through all these years with ‘Paw’. The other ‘auntie-in-laws’ reported the same of my paternal uncles — they are slick, robotic nit-wits and won’t lift a finger for others but only for themselves! The paternal aunties are foul-mouthed, banshees whose endearing quality is to win the friendships of party fools.

Anyway, I digress as ‘Maw’ and I went out to see the newly upgraded design of mine. We left ‘Paw’ again to do his own things in the house after ‘Maw’ trimmed his hairdo. Then she whined, complained and cried again the whole time about other nonsense. I AM NOT MEANT TO BE HERE! These twosomes are killing me! And I’ve not started a life or family away from these fools — my parental units of loving kindness, of course.

Oops, I digress again. I meant to go shopping for my new pair of flat ugly black shoes to replace the ones I bought from Payless years ago. I didn’t find a good pair from the messy boxes at Mervyn’s and will end up going to Payless for my new pair tomorrow instead since I purchased those outdoor lightings. It’s the price of hardship courtesy of TPTB:– a penny pincher with hard to find shoes for my big feet.

I forgot to buy my purple nail polish, which I will hopefully remember for tomorrow’s shopping. I’ve been wearing electric blue nail polish to work for the whole of last week. Like I said, I will not conform or stay there to work until I die. Sitting at that desk is already death to me — it doesn’t allow me for creativity: singing, dancing or painting.

I’ll be screaming out loud mentally to annoy TPTB until justice is served. They will not go unpunished or unscathed for betraying me all these years. There is no escaping my wrath — moo-hah-hah-hah.

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

20071201-Happy B-day

Thanks, Sweetie! It’s more than perfect timing for receiving your red Christmas card with a couple walking among the snow landscape. I’ve caught view of that card placed in my wooden letter box by ‘Shiva-Paw’ who asked, ‘Is he your boyfriend’? I said, ‘No.’ This was around 04:15PM and at 04:18PM I open and read both the pre-printed and hand-written messages of the card. I may wish to send a Christmas card in return, too — hmmm.

About a half hour ago, the setting sun showed brightly from the upstairs window of my ‘green’ computer room. I stood there with my eye closed and ‘breathed’ in the warmth upon my face and kept thinking about you. The whole day was freezing cold yet the cumulous clouds passed by slowly as the clear by skies appeared gradually throughout the day.

Two other cards were received for my birthday today: one from the life insurance agent and my parental units. The first one had the following words ‘Life is a banquet and the cake is for you!’ on the front of the postcard. The second card was purple with flowers and without my usual money in it because of buying my new clothes on Friday after Thanksgiving last week.

The other activities for today were: eating breakfast; helping to set up the gas grill for ‘Maw’ to barbeque my steaks of top sirloin and rib-eye; dropping of ‘Maw’s prescription for her second cataract surgery on the left eye (the right eye was done in the middle of October 2007) at the local drug store; purchasing my makeup foundation and dark brown lipsticks; picking up my banana birthday cake; eating lunch; unhooking the 4.50 pound propane tank from the gas grill; purchasing around $15.00 for a propane refill; going to the hair salon with ‘Maw’ for both our hair cut and her perm for $60.00 with $3.00 tip for each hairdresser; attending afternoon mass and celebrating my birthday party at home with ‘Ling’ and ‘Tea’.

‘Ling’ bought me a stuffed black cat named Shadow by Russ for $11.99 and ‘Tea’ bought me a Sago spongy cake filled with chestnut, flavored whipped cream. We talked a little; stuffed our face well with vegetables; pancit; steaks and garlic mashed potatoes (mashed well by ‘Maw’s loving hands, of course) followed by both chestnut and banana cakes as desserts (with cantaloupe on the side, too).

‘Tea’ helped to wash the dishes while I dried. Little else was said afterwards as we said our farewells. We had to shut down the outdoors lights and figured the rows of lights for the front porch and fence was overwhelmed by our 60″ animated angel sculpture. ‘Paw’ and I will figure out a solution to our dilemma tomorrow.

All in all the first day of my 39th year as a spoiled brat went well regardless of how ‘Maw’ hardly says much to ‘Paw’ after her moving upstairs prior to Thanksgiving. Yup, I understand that some relationships are meant to move onward. I understand in one year I’d better move out of my parental units’ house, too. We will see, though.

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