Here is a summary of what transpired that night in bullet form:
- Glorge: She greeted us and hug moi, saying: `Thank you for being here`.
- Bella: The hyperactive and VERY thin in-law was nearby to chat a bit with Maw.
- Malformed: This disgusting person licked her fingers while flipping through and crinkling the pages of her nephew’s wedding album. There was obvious anger in her face, a typical plastic one, too. She didn’t care to look at or make positive comments. Later on and after Paw got out of the restroom, she invited her younger brother to join in the Christmas party. Paw didn’t have the right words in response to his older sister, who doesn’t drive, can’t walk well, doesn’t know how to pay the bills and has the time and the sickness to through stupid parties in her stuffy house.
- Henpeck: He came and greeted my bio-units prior to the start of the prayer. His face appeared smoother and showed less signs of pock marks. He doesn’t look that demonic. He wore a tight, double-knit sweater, which showed his distended guts or pot belly.
- Babel: She came and greeted my bio-units prior to the start of the prayer. Her hand shake was not complete and cold from walking a block from their parking area. I rubbed my hands against my clothes and was sure Glorge saw my actions. Later on, I literally had my right hand in a fist and close to her her demonic, puss-filled face as it twisted and turned at Maw who was hugging Maldeath farewell.
- Maldeath: Later, while food was being served, she actually came over and greeted Paw. She made lip-smacking kisses upon his cheeks and said several times: `Hello, my brother!` She went to Maw who said: `I love you`. Then in return Maldeath said: `I love you`. Maldeath, like the rest of her kin folks, probably has Tourette’s disease, which probably explains her bad-mouthing Maw during a Sidewalk Sale in Moffett Field, CA a couple or so years ago. She repeated many times in a LOUD volumn about her four months of disability for an arthritic left heel, which is really deformed and NOT overworked. Maybe some common sense entered her thick skull full of mush and a servant of God by handing out the Eucharist at St. Anne’s made her `good girl`, after all.
- James: Later, he (whose wife Malouse wasn’t present) came and talked with my bio-units. He didn’t say much expect that his father died in the Philippines.
- Orge: He didn’t seem to be around and appeared much paler and thinner and probably drunk, when he asked me if I was designated driver and such when we were saying our farewells. I tried to hug him but he didn’t move a muscle. Creepy.
- Gignat: She still still has a chip on her shoulders, like moi. From certain angles, our facial features seem similar. She lent a sympathetic ear to Maw, who advised the giant to take care of health and ignore wealth. The girl was hugging Maw (who was as tall as the right underpits of her niece) as we said our farewells.
- Joh: He joked about my joblessness and has the typical paternal side of being a dog for short women. His smile has always been cute.
- Mac: Their father, my paternal uncle, is totally gross with his unshaven beard, which hides his facial scars from severe acne. But unlike Mac, his brother, Henpeck, is clean shaven and has better skin. He too has a fat belly.
Overall, people are behaved. I sensed that my two paternal cousins are Americanized. They do appear to support each other well, greeting guests, passing out desserts, making a fuss to make the guests feel at home and are well dressed and behaved, too. I saw the photo albums, one showing a rest house in the Philippines under Gignat’s name. I saw Glogre posing with her first cousin, Bong a Senator, to her left and her brother to his left. We were better off not speaking to the other relatives.
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