Something I just realized the other day: there is no way I will ever end up single, not if The Moms can help it. By The Moms, I mean my mom and my aunts all put together. Especially with one of my aunts. She's a social butterfly; she meets a lot of people, mostly because of work, interacting with all sorts of people. She gets excited though, when she encounters guys, who are young, driven, nice, and it helps if they have Chinese blood. Just the other day, she was talking about this supplier she found for the store, and then she was like, "Oh, he's nice, and young. Bagay sayo, Pau." Of course, I'm like, "Hehe." What else can I say, right? Then, a day after, my mom and I went to meet her and the supplier, and on our way home, she was all, "O diba, what did I say? He's gwapo and nice, Chinese pa! Oh, oh, and he's 29 years old! See, I asked his age to make sure already," all with a big grin on her face. Sigh. I don't have to say how many times she's done that to me the past year. I'm pretty sure if she could 'kai-shao' (introduce) me to every eligible young guy in Manila, she would. I'm not really complaining, alright--I love the moms like they were my second mothers. But it can get pretty embarassing, although thankfully, none of those guys ever really catch on to her raised eyebrows and secret smiles.
The Moms also tend to get what I call mom-crushes. You know, when moms meet guys who are young enough to be their sons, but they're so enchanted by them that they try to pass on that little crush onto their offspring? Yeah. My mom is like that. She's got one that she super loves; she's even given him a nickname: iyen-tao-e, which is Chinese for handsome. Sigh. Mommy.
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I've finally put off procrastinating packing my bags, and I actually put some stuff in my luggage already. It's really hard, figuring out what to bring, what not to bring, and keeping in mind: only 20kilos. How can Philippine Airlines expect me to pack all that I need for 4 1/2 months in one 20-kilo bag?? I'm not some guy who can live on 2 shirts, 1 pair of jeans, a pair of shorts, some change of underwear, and a backpack (impossible, you'd think, but no, I've seen it done before, all hail the male species)!
- 黄惠真
(my Chinese name, read as Huang Hui Zhen, meaning pure truth; I know, it's a lot to live up to!)
3 Responses to “The Moms.”
our dear auntie sure loves to do that, huh? :D but only to you. hah hah hah..:P
oh, you just wait til your turn. :P
hahahah! oh oh oh! :D exactly your mom! :D yuan tao te! :D
huang hui zhen ah! :) hui zhen is actually my fav cousin's name! :))
美真 - mei zhen (thats my name :D)
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