I feel like a zombie.
If zombies can feel anything, which they don't, cause they're dead. So I don't feel like a zombie (though I probably look like one), but I'm feeling pretty dead either way.
I'm tired, and sleepy, but I'm still not getting much sleep these days. Whatevs.
Anyway, a few days ago I got to meet a few relatives for the first time. Being my generally anti-social self, I wasn't much into meeting people so I got preoccupied with trying to blend in with the stairs. Hehe. I wasn't completely silent though. One topic that really piqued my interest was our genealogy. Like a friend has repeatedly told me: every family is dysfunctional in its own way. The dysfunction on this side of our family has made it so that I've been unable to confirm some stories passed down from my grandfather. It's always been interesting to me, like a little mystery waiting to be solved.
I always answer that I'm Filipino when asked, but sometimes I get asked if I have Chinese blood and I don't know what to say. It's common in this country to have a mix of Chinese or Spanish ancestry, but I have wondered if there was an actual truth that we have it in our family. The even weirder question to me is if it was true what I once heard that there's Portuguese blood up our family tree. That's weird to me in a sense that I never even read that there were Portuguese in this country back in the day. Obviously, it's not impossible, just not expected.
It was fun for me to hear, now with confirmation, some of the things that I kept hearing when I was a child: that our my grandfather and his brothers looked like movie stars and that they were very proud.
Perhaps the greatest mystery now to me is that during this meeting there is still no one who can say what my great-grandfather's name really is. How odd is that? And that is particularly important because it's related to another juicy tidbit of our family's history that needs to be confirmed. This is like old-people gossip.
