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Family Eat-a-thon

I had lunch with my dad's side of the family today. The food was great - salad, mashed potatoes, steak, buko salad. Eating together on the 24th has been a yearly event for as long as I can remember...we used to have a really large dish selection with bulalo, spaghetti, cake, lechon, etc etc...but we've fine tuned the menu, and now have themes (japanese, korean, steak and potatoes, etc)

It's a bit sad to see that so many family members are away. Tito Edwin, Tita Marichu and Bettina have migrated to Canada. Paolo is in Texas for his PhD. Tita Wilma and Tito Ding are in Bangkok (or the US...I can't remember ehe). Ica and Isa are in the US for college.

But Lolo and Lola were there. Lola and my mom were making jokes about my "farmer feet" that I developed from never wearing chinelas..Joel would return me daw to them if he knew the state of my feet. Lolo looked dashing as always and kept making our hands ipit.

Mom was chatty (as usual). Pa was silent (as usual...although I think he spends his energy eating hehe). Pia and Ling had their boyfriends with them. We kept laughing about things - I can't remember what exactly. I kept calling Aldo "baby boy" and insisting he give me 100 hugs.

Tito Edgar, my dad's unmarried brother (we used to call him an "old driver" because he couldn't be an "old maid") stayed at the kids table(as usual).

Tita Joy and Tito Jojo chatted with me about the wedding (arg I am not really prepared pa), and about work.

Anna was telling me about one of my old teachers in Poveda wanting me to visit (I don't know why naman...I was never a model student). JV and I sniggered about this German short film I sent him the link of.

Next year I won't be having lunch with the family na...but I'll always think of our get-togethers on the 24th of December.

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