I've got like a love-hate relationship with the New Years Eve night. Every year I go to my nanay's(mom in Tagalog) friend's house. They are absolutely crazy. They're also Filipino so when I was younger I thought we were related, but I just learned yesterday that we are, in fact, not related. ANyways, they're crazy. Right when we first entered, this guy named Matthew was dressed up as some emo punk rocker dude. He was liek "You have short hair! Nice jacket!" I was liek "Cool!"
Then I awkwardly stayed upstairs the most of the time watching other people play Super Smash Bros. During that time, I heard two wine glasses fall on the floor and break. I heard that one "my neck, my back, lick my"--you get the gist--play. After that song(who the guy, Matthew, was singing), Matthew's mum said, "No! Bad song!" Then he proceeded to shout "Pussy!" repeatedly and curse in Tagalog. This girl and her girlfriend dressed up as TLC so that was cool.
Once the countdown started, Matthew took off his shirt(which is an ongoing joke between me and my dad because he does that every single time we meet up). He hugged me--still shirtless-- and called me not by my real name, but by "short hair." Everyone was hugging each other and I was in the middle of it all, trying to get away, while people who I didn't even know hugged me. Great. Once we left, as a goodbye, Matthew hugged me, called me "Shorty Hair" and gently pulled my hair.
So yeah, love-hate relationship.
I kept asking my nanay, "Lol, are all Filipinos that crazy?"
She giggled and said, "They just like to have fun."
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