1. On Saturday, 12/22/2007, my paternal uncle ‘Gigolo’ and his second wife, ‘Bitter’, came over to visit our home for the first time since they got married on the day when Princess Diana had ‘died’. The couple had been living together for over eight years and both came from an unhappy marriage.
My uncle’s story is one where his first wife, ‘Conniving’, would belittle him for not making or giving enough money to the bio-units. The second wife’s story was one in which her husband was doing recreational drugs and physically harmed her after his learning of their alleged affair. I’ve observed that divorced folks tend to blame the other party more so than themselves.
Anyway, we learned a lot from ‘Bitter’ and how she helped my paternal auntie ‘Malnorm’ with her bills and other paper works after an in-law of hers, Adele, almost left the old lady homeless. The twosome – Brat and Twit – also came over. Hopefully the twosome learned from ‘Bitter’ on how different we Filipinos are from Chinese.
I’m sorry but just because Asians are categorized together don’t mean the upbringings are the same. As a matter of fact both the Chinese and Filipinos (I sure as with other cultures) have their own dialects and customs. Regardless where we all came from, we toasted and drank a little together, danced afterward (without the twosome) and cleaned up after the couple left.
2. Their visit came through the invitation by my bio-units during the 90th birthday party on Saturday, 12/15/2007 of my unhappy maternal grandmother. The party went well as my bio-units units and I have hugged the enemy side; while ‘Gigolo’s’ first wife; her closest sister-in-law, ‘Babble’ and her ‘Henpeck’ husband of hers sat in the corner of darkness and gloom of the very small community room.
Maw reported to me the evil threesome left their table as Maw was trying to converse with them. Babble ended up giving Maw her dessert as another vain attempt to appease the innocence of Maw. I will deal with the issue later as dictated by the ‘Buddhist’ philosophy of laughing off at the face of any obstacles — distress, pain, evil, suffering, etc…
‘Shrill’ is also nuts for accusing and offending Maw for sitting with the ‘enemy’. Maw told the nutball off that none can tell her who to sit with or whom to speak with. Her handler is the Darth Mother, ‘Conniving’, who is as vindictive and resentful towards our clan and should no longer show her face at the parties. The legal wife is now the second, not the former cow.
For whatever reason, my paternal relatives pretty much ignored us and the ‘enemies’. My paternal auntie ‘Maldeath’ actually hugged Maw as another vain attempt at peace for being naughty on Saturday, 05/13/2007. Both Maw and I rolled our eyeballs subtly at each other knowing some people try too hard.
‘Maldeath’ is actually the ‘nicer’ compared to my other paternal auntie ‘Malouse’, who was totally out of her mind to verbally blame me for Brats stubbornness of not wearing red and ruining the group picture. I told her off by grabbing her left elbow, pulling her tell my brother herself what’s up with her problem and with a ‘No’ from her she continued her spewing.
But with ‘Maldeath’ standing nearby when the spewing occurred, she asked me if we were coming to the Christmas party on 12/25/2007 at ‘Maliyam’s’ home. I said I’d think about it because I happen to be the chauffeur and middle person to haul my bio-units to the houses of horrors and ‘for the sake of bio-units togetherness’.
Anyway, I’ve learned that some people cannot get along, no matter how close the bio-units ties are by blood. The energy of ‘playing plastic’ could be felt and I didn’t like it one bit. As a matter of fact, the really nasty ones are my paternal, first cousin, ‘Gignat’ who attends USC (Santa Cruz, CA) and who didn’t say goodbye to me.
Trust me, I’m the eldest cousin (with the traditional values still somewhat intact) and I see all their disrespectful, younger generational shit! I especially told Twit who sat right across from me on how rude ‘Gignat’ and her equally crybaby, snot-faced mom, ‘Glogre’ was towards us. ‘Glogre’ didn’t talk to ‘Shill’s’ mother either when she was the assigned nurse to take care of ‘Conceiving’ one day. They fakers waved goodbye as I looked away with downcast eyes at some dessert food stuff.
However, I played and got along well with my little, second cousins, ‘JLeen’ and ‘Jness’. These children (like the divorced outcasts – ‘Bitter’ and ‘Gigolo’) – did no wrong to me. There is a touch of sadness from them all. I find that ironic that the outcast, Bitter, tried her hardest to be like by using the dirty mop to clean the equally dirty floor AND with her long nails and high heels!
The two aunties, their husbands, the two divorced outcasts, the two lazy relative – ‘Malnorm’ (the eldest old timer) and ‘Dead’ (who faked being too injured to lift a finger and clean up the place) and three of us were the last ones to clean and close up the place. The rest of the selfish, middle-aged brats left with their new lives without helping us old timers.
I will never forget how my generation is fast fading away and the new ones will be our future — living their lives to the fullest while forgetting others in times of need and in spite of differences between age, marital status, disability, sex and religion. Truly I am hoping people will wake up to connecting with people of like minds over people from old blood.
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