After this morning’s mass, Manong Ben was reading Poi’s billboard invitation to pray. He turned around counter-clockwise and I offered him a second New Years hug. Again, he replied: “Don’t work too hard!”
Yesterday, as I came back from my post lunch walk, I encountered Allan B., who held in his hands two copies of his wedding albums from Costco. One is our copy the other is for the boy, his best friend. I offered him a New Years hug, too.
Today, the usual Chinese continue to cough into my air space. Take a hint people! My last name doesn’t look Asian. Hello! Anyway, three Asian guys swung the door wide open as I made my way out to one of my brisk walking breaks. Bless them, of course.
The white “von” f@ggot guy was much gentler with the back door. I don’t know what’s up his @ass! (Hahahaha!) But you get the picture how pathetic he looks when he doesn’t seem cheerful. Another f@ggot made her way to the back door, pausing just a little bit for Charissa to match her foot steps.
Let’s see! Who else must I mention? I cannot think of anyone else to run through my cheese grater. Good night for now.
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