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Maybe it’s the old age or maybe it’s the new grandson, but my mother is definitely mellowing out these days. Called her yesterday to make sure my dad and she have not murdered one another yet and I’m certain that there was a hint of gladness in her voice. However, my mom being my mom, who has strong objections on showing affection and warmth to her offspring, greeted my call with an irate questioning “Why is your voice like that? It’s getting hoarser, what have you been doing?!” Oh mother dear. She then proceeded in barraging me with silly questions such as the status of the weather, and the moon festival (did I participate in this age-old tradition, in which my answer was no. I had laid waste during this important day in the Chinese lunar calendar)
The problem with mothers (or at least with my own mother) is that they have this incessant compulsion to say things that are glaringly obvious to everyone, or that has been universally accepted as a fact. Case in point, she has to point out that I should drink milk, soy milk; that I should be careful about turning the heater on, as fire might brake out and burn me, and that I should make it my utmost priority to make my new roommates my bosom buddies so that they will save me just in case I am being flayed alive by the heater. Really mother! This plethora of motherly advice was contrasted by my father’s “How-are-you-send-me-an-email-I’m-busy-got-to-go.”
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After I got back from the Philippines, unbeknownst to me, my roommates have been eating all my food. I thought it was weird, but in the sprit of solidarity and not wanting to start a cat fight too early in our roommate relationship, I concluded that it’s just how they manage household co-ops. Sort of like, my food is your food kind of a deal, which is indicative of communist China, and I shrugged it out and in turn, also consumed their food. However tonight, due to an accidental revelation, it turns out that they thought that my food was somebody else’s food, and so it was up for grabs. Many apologies later, all in which I graciously accepted because I do not have the guts to tell them that I was the household rat who was furtively gnawing on their own food stash. I guess now that everything is clear, no more sneaking in the kitchen for me.
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My attempts in photography have proved to be semi successful as I am swept by the spirit of autumn. Case in point, harvest season here means that there is about a fruit stand being set up every minute, which I love. Who doesn't love the smell of apples, grapes, oranges and bananas?
The colors were so pretty, I just can't resist!
That darn Cat!