Ao Dai 1- Golden Field by ~maiblossoms
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don't you hate it when old traditions meet you in some way? i mean, as far as vietnamese culture and tradition goes, i'm actually pretty old fashioned; well, with the house filled with the smoky aroma of incense and having the pup have rice for dinner, i reckon i'm pretty close.
but that's not what i'm really complaining about. it's not much of a complaint though either but more or less an expression of embarrasment; the one where your like "please mum...don't". tonight, it involved co, khai and the new lady whom only started working with us. i'm still not sure whether or not it's the age gap or because their vietnamese but i reckon the vietnamese part does influence it alot. i remember the first time i met co and khai and a matter of fact, any older vietnamese, where the conversation would go by the jist of...
1. How old are you?
2. Do you go to uni and what do you study?
3. Do you have a girlfriend?
it's like instinct for them. having the new lady (yes i am still to remember her name) ask the above pretty much like a checklist in her mind and co and khai spontaneously and simultaneously asking if she had a daughter, i never knew that when she said she did and that she would introduce me, she was actually serious.
only after the new lady turned to me and asked 'what do you think of her' did i realise that her daughter was standing within the doorway of the backdoor. as embarassing as it was, i peered through the stack of dishes which stood between us and pronouced a croaky hey with a slight head nodd. we all knew how awkward it was but it didn't seem to faze anyone else but us (me and her). co and khai began to find things to say about me, talking me up in ways which made me want to throw a paper bag over my head and pretend i wasn't there (if the ice-cream freezer were big enough, you would of seen me in there).
as fast as i wished to get out of there, it couldn't of happened any slower. after closing the shop, i was met with another spell of embarassment which was followed by cries of laughter from co and khai. even though there will never be anything that could spark from the meeting (having known that from the start), and that the word embarassing is something that can only describe a tiny percentage of how i felt, it's still pretty cool how old traditions still continue till this day.
as much as i say to mum that we're living in a modern society, i still dream of the day where i'm crippled, barely walking, with wrinkles painting my face and a back as arched as a sting ray does to a fishing rod, say to a fellow friend; "this is my son", and receive a reply in a croaky voice "here is my daughter"...
but that's not what i'm really complaining about. it's not much of a complaint though either but more or less an expression of embarrasment; the one where your like "please mum...don't". tonight, it involved co, khai and the new lady whom only started working with us. i'm still not sure whether or not it's the age gap or because their vietnamese but i reckon the vietnamese part does influence it alot. i remember the first time i met co and khai and a matter of fact, any older vietnamese, where the conversation would go by the jist of...
1. How old are you?
2. Do you go to uni and what do you study?
3. Do you have a girlfriend?
it's like instinct for them. having the new lady (yes i am still to remember her name) ask the above pretty much like a checklist in her mind and co and khai spontaneously and simultaneously asking if she had a daughter, i never knew that when she said she did and that she would introduce me, she was actually serious.
only after the new lady turned to me and asked 'what do you think of her' did i realise that her daughter was standing within the doorway of the backdoor. as embarassing as it was, i peered through the stack of dishes which stood between us and pronouced a croaky hey with a slight head nodd. we all knew how awkward it was but it didn't seem to faze anyone else but us (me and her). co and khai began to find things to say about me, talking me up in ways which made me want to throw a paper bag over my head and pretend i wasn't there (if the ice-cream freezer were big enough, you would of seen me in there).
as fast as i wished to get out of there, it couldn't of happened any slower. after closing the shop, i was met with another spell of embarassment which was followed by cries of laughter from co and khai. even though there will never be anything that could spark from the meeting (having known that from the start), and that the word embarassing is something that can only describe a tiny percentage of how i felt, it's still pretty cool how old traditions still continue till this day.
as much as i say to mum that we're living in a modern society, i still dream of the day where i'm crippled, barely walking, with wrinkles painting my face and a back as arched as a sting ray does to a fishing rod, say to a fellow friend; "this is my son", and receive a reply in a croaky voice "here is my daughter"...
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Ly you stud muffin you! Haha
dude, filipino's are the same aye, asking if u go 2 uni, gf, yeah ive been down that road cuz, but i don't think ive been introduced 2 their daughter haha............like i told u b4, wen i worked @ the inala lowes & i was talking 2 a viet mum, i was just reciting all the viet words i knew ra ra ra, she was asking 'those' questions funnily enuff she sed she had a daughter.......outta nowhere.....i got really confused but i was like 'wow....how old is she?' haha, with fillow parents, they compare u to other sons/daughters, so yeah being a dumb-cunt, mum always says 'how come so-and-so has good grades n u got bad ones?" right infront of them, embarrassing is the word dawg