I finally had my last day of class today. I’m just happy school is done with.
I woke up this morning, much earlier than usual. I didn’t have class until 2PM, but I was out of bed by 9:30AM. My sleep was interrupted by my urge to pee. But once I released my bladder, I couldn’t find it in me to go back to bed. His mother offered me a very delicious and filling breakfast. I accepted it with a smile, and walked towards the dining table. Table set, and prepared. Typical Filipino breakfast consisting, scrambled eggs, two slices of spam, and rice. It was odd though, because the egg is usually sunny side up. But hey, who’s complaining, I’ll eat anything and it was delectable. Spoon on the right, fork on the left atop a neatly folded napkin. See now, what I’ve learned (from observation, of course)is that most Filipinos eat with a fork and a spoon. The spoon acts as a knife. A sidekick if I may, to help gather food and such. I’m not used to it. I have no idea how to hold both utensils “properly” and simultaneously to have it work the way it should. So as usual, I just used a fork. I’m not too fancy with the idea of using chopsticks. I’m not exactly an expert. I’ve eating with a fork or a spoon all my life. Rarely a pair of chopsticks, and barely both the spoon and fork. Earlier, she had given me a choice of water or orange juice as my preferred drink, and of course, I chose orange juice. I don’t think I can stress how nice, sweet, and friendly his mother is. Sometimes, I wish my mother was that way. My mother is… different. Anyway, before I began to dig in, I had a choice between regular traditional Heinz Tomato ketchup, or banana ketchup. I’m afraid to try banana ketchup, since banana anything, other than the fruit itself scares me. So I just stuck with the usual ketchup. As soon as I finished, I washed the dishes. It’s the least I could do.
And I repeat, the meal was amazing. Spam, eggs, and rice. Sounds simple. But to be honest, I don’t get this kind of stuff at home. Not unless I make it myself. My parents barely talk to me so it’s odd when I see other parents so friendly and open to talk. I mean, the night before I spent about 30 minutes to an hour conversing with his mother about a bunch of random stuff. At first I didn’t know how to respond to her story telling. I just nodded, smiled and agreed. But after I while I realized why I was so awkward. I’m not used to having parents talk to me. Especially my parents. I don’t know. Just he idea of a parent, regardless who’s, willing to sit and speak to me. It’s just new to me. I’m too used to dealing with parents who lack communication with their children.
On a side note, Christmas is this Saturday, and Eve on Friday. My family usually celebrates on Eve, but everyone is working this Friday, so we changed it to Saturday. Every year, my family plays Secret Santa. This year, I got one of my cousins. And it’s so hard, because he doesn’t talk. I’ve only spoken to him once, though I grew up with him all my life, lol. I’ll probably just get him something generic.
Mother’s home now. Gonna help her with groceries.
Prepare for awkward silence when I try to talk to her or my father. They intentionally ignore me. But I don’t blame them. I’m the family fuck-up. Everyone knows.
Toodles.
