To the Clemeister,
We did do a good job with the Requiem by EG! Thanks to three cups of 2014 Anniversary Blend coffee by Starbucks, which we bought yesterday in the mall, I managed to open up my small, grey-like pie-hole, so the sound volume of my asthmatic voice will be louder.
As for your parents, I haven’t seen them in the past two or three weeks. I don’t think the cane lady will return as scheduled this October because she’s not doing so well.
I like how Rosemary helped with the volume of the alto section by sitting up front, behind me, and next to the original choir conductor, an old silver-haired woman since the opening of this SVP church.
As for what I noticed from last Sunday, there was a young couple, who sat up front, third row, center aisle, Saint Joseph side.
I could see them all cuddling with each other. The gal would put her head on the guy’s right shoulder and she would grip his right forearm like she’s afraid to let him go.
I started making subtle faces of disgust from the choir box and looked directly into his direction, upon which he dropped his sweetened face of affection and seemed stiff as a board afterwards.
I told Mom about these young feelings. And she agreed. The following day at the mall, we heard a Filipino couple getting loud with each other as they walked past us in the opposite direction. They had their two young kids in tow.
We chuckled to ourselves, knowing the young couple fun the church will become seasoned, old farts, who have been married with children for a long time.
It’s 1316, and we’ve finished eating at the Bulacan restaurant. Earlier we had to escape the Chowking section, where Loca Lolita was sitting in front of a television and holding a plastic cup of milky dessert drink.
I caught sight of her and she turned her head to her right. I raised up my right hand halfway to greet her but she’s out if it. Then, I saw Filipino woman, who wore a blue jean jacket. She came from Chowking restaurant.
In the Filipino language, I could hear the nurse-like woman tell the psycho to “let’s go”, with a nod and while sucking on the straw of her milky drink dessert.
Then the two talked to a Filipino woman sitting inside a kiosk of slippers, located across from the eyeglass center. She looked at me with a smile and I raised my right hand halfway to greet her.
This was after L0l!nd@ M@rr0qu!n spoke with her and probably about me.
As Mom and Dad came from the main entrance to Seafood City located in Milpitas, CA, I motioned to them of the crazy woman behind me. We walked casually towards the bathroom, ignoring the mentally ill foreigner.
From the double doors leading to the bathrooms, I looked over my shoulders and motioned the crazy signal to the woman sitting down. She was looking in my general direction.
We left through the back door because we could see the sick person still taking to the sales woman of this kiosk.
Earlier during mass, Loca Lolita was sitting in the Saint Joseph side, center aisle, in front of where Mom and Dad usually sits.
They were talking to Tigmo when they saw her and they didn’t sit down in their normal pew of the front section. Instead they went to the back section of the same Saint Joseph side.
I didn’t notice her presence or when my parents decided to avoid this highly deceptive woman, who wore a long-sleeved, double-knit, maroon-colored, ribbed sweater, black slacks, high black heels, and black/white polyester scarf around her scrawny neck.
So, I’m ready to leave our local church anytime and find a place where I feel safe from stupid, crazy people. Interestingly enough, the pastor’s sermon was about “love you neighbor”.
I disagree. Our neighbor is a violent, lone wolf terror with anger management problems. Oh well…
With lots of hisses,
Evil Kitty
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