It's the reunion dinner tonight. For those not too familiar with Filipino culture, it's kinda like New year's eve where a bunch of relatives get together and comment about how much their children have grown. I think the irritating families will then start comparing the hallmarks of their periodically bratty kids with their briefs stuck up their asses. Or you have the Goth kid who dresses in black just to piss everyone off. But hey, it's cool and I don't understand the crap you're going through. Well, if I lived with pompous goons who compare the neighbor’s dog to being marginally smarter than me, I'd start rebelling too.
But I like this time. Because that's not what it's been for my family. And I hope it isn't for you. Really, I don't. I wish this were a time of reunion, between the strong family ties and everyone's just in the spirit of graciousness.
I guess the only thing I don't like is having bite sized pieces of barbequed pork stored in tupperware. I mean, it just makes me eat more, because I think I'm eating less than one slice, but I'm sure I’ve devoured more than one.
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