1830. We decided to eat at Kim Tar for dinner and order three dishes — beef tripe with black bean sauce, house fried rice and crispy fried pork. The food was NOT greasy this time and the fried rice really tasted good that Maw ate almost all of it. We finished the beef tripe and took home the left over crispy fried pork, the other white meat, which is NOT red, the kind I should avoid because I have a high level of protein in my thick blood. Then we left into the night of POURING rain! Thank goodness for our big bags as umbrellas.
But prior to finishing our meals, a bunch of tall, stupid Asians were joking around with their hoodies. Thanks to the black folks, these stupid monkeys are mimicking their support of their dark-skinned brothers by wearing hoodies. I wonder how the dark-skinned sisters put up with these male mentalities. No wonder the mothers from all race cannot stand sons, who do whatever they want! It’s no wonder society is messed up because of stupid males and females who go along with each other — just to belong and not all alone…
1630. We left for evening mass. But while the garage was opened, I noticed a newer model Ford Mustang of white parked facing southbound and across a cul-de-sac on MY long stretch of road. It took off after speaking with Maw and when I turned around to look at it. Then we traveled northbound and saw a student driver in a white newer model sedan coming out from parking between two orange cones, which a tree branch stuck in the front cone.
1500. Prior to mass, Paw and I stepped out with some parishioners to get our “palms” blessed by Father Jon who hit all of us good with the holy water, which we believe got Paw a red eye on the inner corner of this right eye. The other priests are too weak to whack the parishioners with water. Two stupid Asians to my left and right wore hoodies — one Asian female to my left and one short, dark-skinned Asian male to the right. A tall guy/Hispanic or whatever was standing directly/closely behind me when I turned around to hurry back to the pews so as to not loose our places, where Maw was sitting.
Then the triad — priest, voice, narrator — spoke an era of the death and dying of an immortal EBE. En route home bound, Maw admitted these people are making up stories. And so it is. Thanks to the EBEs y’all made religion tedious and its people spiritually stupid. Not to mention the KOC attended, all dressed up in formal black suits with their wives dressed in black, too. I ranted to Maw and Paw en route out of the parking lot that the KOC is a derivative of the Mason and that all they do is funnel money around with the guise of charity work. I didn’t like the “energy” and the faces of the guys — Asians, Hispanic, White, whatever — in attendance. Yuch.
0954. Maw was talking about her childhood and how troublesome her mother, Valing was to her husband and eldest son — both of whom help create a canoe for her to fish and sleep in. Juan, her husband, made two “floats” made out of wood and attached it to the “banka” (or canoe), which her mother used to tie to the water lilies floating on the now still/polluted waters of my ancestors. Maw also recollected how her father made fishing hooks by pounding soft metal and bending the end into the familiar “J” shape.
0827. Maw was talking about how she was dreaming of apologizing to people and saying she would pay them back. In my mind, her stories are ways to signal to me to do the same. My dark side would say: “Get a life.”
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