Monday "Watwat"

Hola, Lunes (Monday)!

I had a rough night. For some reason, I woke up at the wee hour (1 am) and couldn't sleep afterward. It was only around 5 am when my eyes felt heavy, so I gave in and would have slept until midday, if not for Yongi, who howled loudly because he sensed someone was outside. My boy can be a nasty alarm clock, LOL! I have to get out of bed even when I don't want to.

Anyway, the neighbor had a celebration, but only Dad and my brothers went. My hormones preferred to stay home and be productive, rather than have chit-chats with others while waiting for chow (eating) time.

Joke aside, I wasn't in the mood to be around many people, because that tires me out. It usually drains my energy, which is truly the main reason I seldom attend events, and my family knows it well. They don't try to convince me once I said no, and I appreciate them very much.

When Dad came back, he handed me two big chunks of cooked meat (called "watwat" locally). A slice of lean meat for me and liver for Yongi. Here is a typical Watwat served on a paper disposable plate—rice, meat, and pancit.

Watwat isn't just food. It symbolizes sharing of blessings, community unity, and generosity. They are usually taken home by people attending (unless they eat them all). That's why when there is a celebration here, it is expected that there will be a few or more pigs butchered.

Well, since Dad is an elder, he got an extra piece (the liver), which he doesn't eat, but knows Yongi loves it. The LilGuy was happy, of course!

Meanwhile, my brother came home drunk for the first time in years. At least he knew where his home was, so he wasn't totally wasted. He was with a few guys, whom he calls "nephews" (though I couldn't recognize them).

They had a bottle of gin at Dad's, probably a "get-to-know-you-more" drink. The "nephew" left after a while. I bet my bro will be nursing a bad hangover tomorrow morning.😅