Fruit Punch Blood

Putting all preconceived racial notions aside, that's a rather interesting way to think of what my (metaphorical) blood would be if nations could be assigned different "flavors." I'm not going to assign each nation a specific flavor, but you might get the idea of what I'm talking about at the end.

My mom once told me that somewhere high up my line is a Portuguese friar. Now, the friars in this country probably sired entire cities (if not towns) full of their offspring during the colonial period, but Portuguese? Then again, if Magellan was a Portuguese who could sail for Spain...than... nah. That's too fucked up to consider.

So speaking of my mom, she's given a mention for being descended from one of the branches of the Montemayor clan (at least from a book detailing the clan's history) though her born surname is Buendia, essentially making her descended from lots of Spanish/mestizo influence. Fine.

On the contrary, my dad's family side appears to be indio, which would be "normal" had his ancestry not included some rather notable figures of the Philippine Revolution such as Gregoria De Jesus (who married Andres Bonifacio but later ended up married to), Julio Nakpil and Maximo Viola, the Freemason reputed to have published Jose Rizal's famous Noli Me Tangere.

So not only do we have Spanish and Filipino Revolutionary heritage clashing in Spanish, Portuguese, indigenous Filipino, Chinese and maybe some Italian blood (Viola sounds pretty Italian to me), but it's all giftwrapped in American citizenship.

Hence, Fruit Punch Blood. With extra saccharine.

Imagine that!