Visiting Home


[A Classic Domics Opening] As many of you guys know I was born in the Philippines and moved to Canada when I was seven years old. It wasn’t for another 15 years that I would return after I graduated from university. I was 22 and my parents figured it was time we all went back to visit. Now 15 years away from your homeland can really change you. Although my parents did their best to preserve the culture at home, I kind of just stopped speaking Tagalog. I was able to fully understand it with my parents and other Filipino adults spoke to me. But ended up just replying in English. I still use a few terms like saying “opo” to my elders and “Kain na.” to tell everyone it’s time to eat, and, “Mmm. Ang bango!” when I let out a fart. But other than a few phrases I had a lot of trouble keeping up a conversation if I needed to reply in Tagalog as well. So I was pretty nervous going back having to meet relatives that I barely remember, catching up with my cousins who were all grown up like me and just adjusting myself back into the way of life in the Philippines. I think language was the hardest part, when people spoke to me I knew what words and phrases to reply with but it didn’t feel right coming out of my mouth. So when in doubt I just ended up speaking English, but with a Filipino accent. They knew English well over there. It was considered the second language along with Spanish. Although my relatives were cool with it I was always worried to speak to strangers. The whole way there my mom kept warning us specifically my younger sister and I since we spoke the least Tagalog to “Avoid speaking out loud because if we’re in the jeepney- -and they hear you, they’ll know you’re not from here and want to kidnap you and hold you for ransom.” So the first week or so whenever we go out to eat or shop, I have to pretend like a mute in fear of my kidneys getting stolen and just hope my parents, aunts, uncles and cousins can communicate for me. It wasn’t until we went to this one salon that I realized it didn’t even matter. My mom and sisters decided to get a “Mani-Pedi” and facial treatment and they extended the invitation to me. My dad was off hanging out with his brother so I decided cool. Yeah, let’s make me beautiful. So we get there and my mom and my older sister go first. I’m chilling in the lobby, but it was kind of a small and intimate place. So I was still able to speak with my mom and sister. Along with the employees who were working on them. The two ladies are having a conversation with each other and then I hear “Gago in Denim Koreano”, and I understood what she said right away, because as I mentioned I could understand Tagalog well. I just had trouble speaking and at first I didn’t realize what they meant because my younger sister, and I were the only ones waiting in the lobby- -and I got kind of intrigued like “Whoa- there’s Koreans here in Mindoro?”, but then I realized oh, they’re talking about me. Because although I’m Filipino. I’m on the lighter skinned end of the spectrum and Filipinos are generally known to be darker skinned, and even though I have small slanted eyes. I was like “Me? Korean?” I usually get Chinese or Vietnamese or Thai or whatever, but sure okay? That’s kind of rare. So then I realized it doesn’t even matter if I don’t reveal my weak -communication skills, when I already look like I’m not from here and can’t blend in with the people. One thing I couldn’t get used to was maids. Some relatives that I stayed with had maids in their household which I didn’t even realize were maids right away. Because these were people haven’t seen in 15 years with kids who weren’t even around before I left. So when we got to their place- and they didn’t introduce the girl in the kitchen cooking breakfast. I was like, huh? Okay That may be they will later and in the Philippines the maids and their family usually live with the main family Often in an extension of the house, so they were pretty much in service all day every day And we ended up never being introduced So it was safe to assume that they were the maid I Just couldn’t get used to having that kind of service either. I felt kind of spoiled in a way I was raised to kind of just do shit on your own and take initiative You know be independent even as a guest in someone else’s house I’ll make the effort to pick up my plate when I’m done eating and bring it to the sink to wash or at least rinse Out the host might try to stop me But I’d at least want to let him know that I have some level of decency and consideration, but in that situation I was apparently in the wrong and when I got up after eating my delicious Longanisa and eggs my cousin immediately interrupts and pretty much dunks my plate back down to the table yells geeky I forgot the maids name So I’m just gonna call it a kiki then the maid drops Whatever. She was doing in the other room runs in and collects my dish to clean out the kitchen sink I had no idea how to react [I] didn’t know if I was [being] rude by trying not to be rude my dishes But it was the same thing at the mall food court as well after I was done eating I picked up my tray and look For a trash can that didn’t exist next thing I know this worker comes out all panicked and pleads me to keep my trash and tray on the table for them to clean up I was raised better than this but overall I’d say my trip was filled with amazing experiences it was great to see relatives again since I don’t really have any in Canada and I got to travel around the different islands and Really appreciate the country went to palauan and floated through the scary-ass underground River went to Bohol and saw the chocolate hills Not actually made of chocolate visited my parents Hometown of San Jose and Mindoro and got to see where they grew up and just going around manila where I was born and seeing The culture and lifestyle that differed from what I was used to in Canada although I consider Canada my home since it contains the majority of my memories and experiences I’ll never forget my roots and where I came from and hopefully you guys never forget your origins as well This video has been brought to you by ancestry the global leader in Family history and consumer genomics I’ve always been curious as to where I came from and how far back down the bloodline I can see even though my parents have told me that. 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It’s available internationally in over 30 markets so almost everyone should be able to participate you may find out things about your heritage that even your Grandparents might be unaware of I think one time my parents mentioned that we may have some japanese in our blood But because it’s so far back down the bloodline I’ve always just disregarded it whenever talking about my ethnicity with others, but now I may be able to shine some truth to it if you guys end up discovering something totally surprising about your origins Share some of your results in the comments or post or tweet me and use hashtag my ancestry again That’s ancestry.com slash Domics link in the description and as always enjoy FIN

100 thoughts on “Visiting Home

  1. You've earned a sub my dood just for being Pilipino. Also, I just speak bisaya, I don't do tagalog cause I'm bisaya. Also that maid thing is norma, just not that part where they beg you to do so. (Put you dish back where it was)

  2. Oh boi i have the same problem T_T i can understand but i cant speak espesialy when i go back home to phillipines i respond english and then they say NOSEBLEED

  3. Im actually going back to the Philippines this year during Christmas and spend a whole month there, Im excited ^^

  4. I have the same story but I didn’t go away for 15 years i cant speak Filipino that well i know my maids names and I don’t speak to other people that much except my relatives and friends

  5. Guess what?

    Why do Filipinos say stuff like "picture picture" like I'm from the Philippines, but my dad was from Spain, like I do NOT understand.

  6. I feel completely wowed
    That how?
    U r filipino
    How u no know!!!!
    But..
    Domics
    I DARE U too
    Make a video about tagalog words
    Plzzzzz

  7. When I was younger I understood Tagalog, but when I entered school, that changed. I still kind of understand tagalog but I can't speak it that much, and now I speak english…

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