Toronto is where I go to see my family and gain weight
Since living in Japan, I always try to go back home to Canada at least once a year. I usually come home in the fall during the school’s one month break, but this time I decided to come home during the winter break instead for New Years. I haven’t been home for the holidays in years and though it was a shame to miss out on Christmas, I’m fortunate to be home at all seeing that the trip almost didn’t happen cause I couldn’t find a decent priced plane ticket.
I can’t lie. I kind of enjoy coming home and seeing my family and having all my aunts cry over me. It’s sweet. Plus having everyone tell you that you look skinnier (at least by Canadian or even yet my family’s standards) is a boost to one’s ego and self-esteem.
New Years was at my parents’ house. My family I liked to think is pretty close. My younger cousins have grown up a lot. I joke that they are all so old, but then they remind me that I Kuya is old too. :/
Fam jams are always fun… lots of food, video games and hanging out with my cousins joking and having a good time. Things never change.
Filipino parties always have way too much food. If you deny food people will think you’re being modest and giving you a double serving instead. There’s no getting by it. You have to eat!
The table it always packed every year. I’m sure it was the same at Christmas. Our holiday feasts usually consists of a lot of Filipino/Western foods and recently… sushi?
You will never go hungry in my family. If you need to gain weight, it’s a sure thing here.
My mom is always insisting on taking pictures with me. It’s not that I’m opposed to it, it’s just she always chooses the wrong time. It’s still eating time!
My mom and some of my aunts posing on the living room couch. I’m surprised no one blinked. One of my aunts always ruins the picture by blinking.
A few of my cousins – Shelley, Rox and Joyce. They are soo old!
On a different note I’m trying to catch up on my blogging. I’m a little backlogged so bare with me. I’m about a month and bit behind, but I’m doing my best to get caught up. Bare with me.