In which I actually know all the word’s to Canada’s National Anthem.
My mom is originally from the Philippines. I’m sure you know that by now. Which means that she was born there and she grew up there and she also has a large amount of family there. Not here. Although, a great number of them have come to Canada…which is super close by.
Translation: Road Trip!
I was going to post about this before, but then we actually came to Canada, and let’s be honest —
Who can even think of posting when Dudley Do Right is traipsing down the street singing “Oh Canada” at the top of his lungs?
Am I right? Eh?
I’m totally kidding. Granted, while I’m in this fair country, my money is worth less, I hear millions of languages, and so many men walking past are talking about hockey that I might pee myself. But there is really no time to blog.
Plus, since Toronto is uber multicultural, my mom keeps making friends.
Strange Filipino folk, at the boat we went on, on the island we were on, at the gas station, in line for the effing bathroom…
Stranger(In my Mom’s native tongue): Oh Em Gee, you are the Philippines, yeah?
Mom: I don’t talk to strangers. I’m white with a great tan.
Me (in English): Mom. You aren’t even that tan for an Asian. They know. They all know.
Mom (in Tagalog now): Hey! Yeah! I’m the Philippines too! Where are you from, who do you know, how strange that we have found each other in this corner of the world!
Next post. How I got another cousin.
Posted on July 31, 2011, in DNA and other bonding things. Like Blood., We Think We're Funny and tagged Beards, Canada, Cousins, family, Filipino people, Hockey, Multicultural, Philippines, road trip, Toronto. Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.