Here are my boring notes:
Sunday was pretty much uneventful.
1333. Had a thought about how Paw was a weak link to our family because of his weak mind. He has inherited senility. Like anything, there is always a weak link that “divides and conquer” the family members. Point being that Maw heard over the talk show radio about how Melanie M. had family members that simply could NOT get along because of different political point of view. Paw has been targeting me to spew his support over Obama. One day, I actually screamed and ran away and told Maw he was harassing me. Everyday he harasses the family because Obama. Everyday I have to avoid this old man. I rarely talk him. I hate Obama because of the effect upon weak minds. Maw won’t stop at nothing to penetrate his obsessive-compulsive mind.
0052. Yesterday, we were “held prisoners’ by a bunch of show-offs. Yes. They are Visayans, who line their carpet with pieces of RUGS! Insane. Anyway, Binh found a wonderful wooden crucifix, which was left inside a box. He took that piece down from above his “sacred altar space” to show us how it opened up to reveal an old wax candle. Immediately Maw knew that an old person who is about to die wanted to leave this memento in the care of someone. It found a good home. But I didn’t dare touch it. I really wasn’t interested on this symbolic death/graven image. Are Catholics insane? Why are they revering/worshiping graven/naked/sacred images. I am offended.
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