My Day in Seemingly Coherent Paragraphs

It’s every Pinoy teleserye’s plot. The child-out-of-wedlock bida, usually a girl, is being made api by everyone. She will cry a lot of tears at first! She will get slapped. She will get bad mouthed. Her ka-loveteam has a different girl friend but is making googly eyes at her. Her temper will then run out and she will start showing everyone that she is not trash. Because she’s not. Her hair’s always awesome.
I just ruined my intro. Anyway, it was supposed to end with, “I’m so glad my life’s not like a Pinoy teleserye.”

Today was one of those days that I like to call, “Quality Time with my Half Family.” And I don’t call them half family because the other half died or are somewhere else, they’re my half family because they consist of my dad, two half brothers, one half sister, and I’m not really related by blood with Tita Lilia, soo. Haha.
Kuya Ton went home for the weekend to deal with wedding shiz and everytime he’s here in the Philippines, he always makes sure to make time for lunch/dinner with the whole family plus me. :”> It’s extra sweet because for my whole 18 years of existence, the first time we ever got to meet was when he treated me to a Singapore trip as a birthday gift. Ever since, lunch/dinner everytime he’s here has become some sort of tradition.
We had lunch at Via Mare, and it was really fun. They have a lot of food that I don’t like. Kare-kare, oysters, etc. But, out of so much urging from my kuyas and their girlfriends, I finally gave in and tried the oysters. It. Was. AWESOME! And I had a really good time. Ever since my dad got his heart attack, he’s been really health conscious. And of course, the joke that is my weight got full attention. First, he put half a rice, some tapa, shrimp, and veggies lang and said, “Yan lang sayo. HAHA!” But then everyone just kept saying, “Daddy, ano ba yan! Walang diet diet dito!” After 5 minutes, he just started giving me EVERYTHANG. From the crispy pata to the binagoongang somethings. Another baboy daaay.
I have the power to see through people. I know when someone’s being fake. You won’t know how much it means to me to KNOW that these people aren’t just doing this for daddy’s sake. They invite me to lunches, to go to their house, just because they want to. I always feel like tearing up when I make beso to Tita Lilia and she never fails to really kiss my cheek and go for a long hug. But of course, I don’t because that would be laaame. Even Ate Lisa, who my dad calls Hitler, started giving me genuine smiles na. :”> She even gave me this awesome bracelet that she made last last time!
I would also like to mention here that Kuya Ton’s fiancée has made it to my list of the most awesome people to ever walk the earth. As I told Joel kanina, in real life, in-laws are supposed to hate each other. Heck, even in fiction, it happens! The Ginny Fleur hate? Yah? And considering that I’m only her half-sister-in-law, extra hate rights! I would totally get it if she was all like, “Ew, why did you make her go here to Singapore? Ew, why does she have to sleep in our room?!” But, no. In fact, I find myself always talking to her because we have a lot in common. :”> It’s the best.
I saw this quote/typo/whateveryoucallit once on Tumblr that goes something like, “I’ve made the best of friends with people whom I thought I never would and drifted away from people I always thought I’d stay forever friends with.” It feels good, doesn’t it? Being liked by people whom you know should be programmed to hate you. Finding home in an unexpected place.
I’ve always had a hard time of finding a place where I belong. It gives me so much joy that my half family’s on the list. :”>
This post has too many :”>s,

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