The current time is 08:12PM and the air feels warm. I don’t like warm and have the fan oscillating around to cool me. Work was done. Dinner was eaten. And the dishes were completed after delivering two of three pizzas to Brat in exchange for two peaches and a plastic container of red grapes from Twit.
During dinner, I’ve learned that ‘Liar Lunatic’ has been told by Maw that ‘Liar Lunatic’ is no longer her friend. The liar drove to our house and had been greeted by Maw’s screaming from her doorstep. The liar sobbed and shed her crocodile tears and claimed she meant no harm when she Maw was needed as a crying towel of problems. I told Maw don’t believe her anyone and avoid associating with her likes.
We have learned last week that a relative, ‘Hell-Lie’ has died from lung cancer as big as a fist and probably from exposure to working the assembly line in the electronics industry. The biggest lie was presented during the relative’s funeral. ‘Liar Lunatic’ believed the deceased ‘Hell-Lie’ was a summa cum laude graduate of the prestigious University of the Philippines.
If ‘Liar Lunatic’ was indeed smart, she should have been more prepared and not have been transferred to this charity hospital where she later died. Or at least she could display her diploma somewhere as ‘proof’ of her hard work to earn an accounting degree. We did not attend the old hag’s funeral due to this bio-units feud. The old town folks already warned that she was too aggressive for my more docile but deceased uncle.
The only one who cried was the youngest daughter, ‘Anal-Yen’ who took care of the mother (and perhaps other paper works to secure her future of one house in Las Vegas and another in south San Jose). I am not surprised to learn that the grandchildren did not cry since we all know how mean and nasty the old hag was during their growing years. I’m not much into eulogy but the old hag needs to be forgiven no matter what.
By the way, I did see a white butterfly hovering outside my bedroom window around 09:38AM on Sunday, 09-17-2006 while I was putting on the freshly laundered bed sheets. I remembered my other relative in the Philippines getting a visit from a similar white butterfly, which hovered around her head. She said that was my docile but deceased uncle. Come to think of it, this butterfly may have been that old hag, ‘Hell-Lie’. I wish her a good journey wherever that may be, of course.
P.S. Bored again sounds similar to born again. But this has nothing to do with Christians.’ I happen to be bored and then thought I could blog about the afterlife in the form of white butterflies. The old town folks claim these are souls.
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