On Sunday I went to a big family get together for my Filipino side of the family, which I rarely visit and haven't seen in three or more years. To put it all together in one word, it was awkward. Everyone has strange foreign "nicknames" on top of their already uncommon legalized names. Although I rarely forget a face, adding names that sound somewhat similar to each other into the formula makes everything so much more difficult. After that comes the lack of confidence that my mind has correctly paired the persons face with their name together. I'm such an outsider.

I'm half Filipino, I don't speak Tagalog or any dialect of the sort, nor do I have any Filipino friends, heck I don't even look Filipino. (Being 6' tall makes me the tallest person there.) It's really something special every time I get together with my family. A real eye opener in a nice nostalgic sense of some sort. People probably asked me when I'm coming back to visit in the Philippines, because I stayed there for a year when I was nine. One day, perhaps.

My cousin, who is the same age as me, has apparently immigrated here and is living with my Grandmother.  Being a new immigrant, he has no friends here. So, I will try to reach out to him and be his friend. My memories of playing as children ages ago seem as if they are simply from another world. It's weird. I remember running through the fields and catching dragon flies. Everything from back then seems so strange.

My writing is really going down the hole. Perhaps I should blog more often just to shake off the rust. Or maybe I'm just killing off my brain cells from having an inactive mind of some sort, maybe my brain is just turning into some variation of dumb.