2007 is fast approaching, and boy oh boy, I sure am not getting any younger. And as sure as the day is long, the big question in everybody’s mind gains even more resonance: “when are you getting married?”, “why aren’t you married yet?” which leads to the inevitable: “what’s wrong with you?”
My family hails from a small village or barrio and as such, the tiniest personal details become fodder for conversation during balmy evenings after farm work.
“In God’s time” is my sure-fire and ready answer. Humor is also an effective way of deflecting the issue away.
My mom smiles somewhat sheepishly but the worried look on her face is unmistakable: it speaks volumes!
I will not be hurried. The right person will come along, sooner or later.
Oh, by the way, at least now with Christmas over (not yet in the Philippines, however), nuisance carolers have stopped serenading my house. Their joyless renditions-- ya know, singing carols rapidly on a single flat note in 15-20 seconds, before the customary “We wish you a merry Christmas” which is just an unmistakable signal for you to hand out the money-- really take away the spirit of the season.
HAPPY NEW YEAR! GONG XI FA CHAI!
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