Within 10 minutes of deplaning Canada tried to kill me
Halfway through the flight I realized I totally didn't want to be going to Toronto. (Ironically, my first thought when mum said "we're going there for 2 weeks" was "omg who's dying"). This fear was confirmed after I got off the plane and the Canada welcoming committee gave me chocolate with a chunk of plastic wrap inside it. During the car ride home, my uncle and my mom started playing 50s music and singing along to it. The 50s music still hasn't stopped. They have begun to play mahjong. It is 11:14. But then I realized that this is mum's trip and I'd best just shut up and play nice.
Dinner was delicious, I got a headache on the plane because I was dehydrated. Gordon is kind of chubby, but who wouldn't be when you can get black sesame paste desserts at 10:30 at night. Being out in the Toronto burbs is sort of awkward, and everyone is trying to be nice and I get it, but it is also overwhelming to be around all the Cantonese. More on this later.
Unrelated, but when I think of old people doing it, I think of spider pincers biting things, which doesn't quite make sense because people are made of flesh rather than chitin and hemolymph.
I took a photo with the bidet.
It is too hot and moist.
Dinner was delicious, I got a headache on the plane because I was dehydrated. Gordon is kind of chubby, but who wouldn't be when you can get black sesame paste desserts at 10:30 at night. Being out in the Toronto burbs is sort of awkward, and everyone is trying to be nice and I get it, but it is also overwhelming to be around all the Cantonese. More on this later.
Unrelated, but when I think of old people doing it, I think of spider pincers biting things, which doesn't quite make sense because people are made of flesh rather than chitin and hemolymph.
I took a photo with the bidet.
It is too hot and moist.