XOXO: from Beijing to Seoul - I
“You’re flying to Seoul this Monday my dear.”
“What!” I gapped, I didn’t know anything about this, any single detail about this, and here is my mother planning again for my future on Monday which is like. . .what the. . .”That is the day after tomorrow and tomorrow!”
“Fix your sentence my dear, you are ought to say 2 days from now.” My over perfect mother corrected how my sentence supposed to be.
“But mother! That is so insane! I’m studying and what about my. . .” I trailed off, thinking of anything I could excuse myself of, but I know for sure my super always-prepared-girlscouty-mother has it all done.
“I had your school called, your Vuittons are already sent off to Seoul.”
I gapped, my mother can’t be serious. Now I know why the hell my professor was damn curious why the fcuk am I in her class awhile ago, so I’m supposed to be out now? And what? My things!
MY GODDAMN THINGS ARE ALREADY IN SEOUL?
“I’m sure you haven’t packed my undies, my bras, my lotions, my soaps, my perfumes, my colognes, my bb’s, my moists, my. . .mother I have so many things that I’m sure you haven’t packed up yet.”
There’s no use of arguing with my mother, I know. . .impossible, but everything is possible to Wang Li Fei.
“Check your room my dear.” My mother told, dismissing me. She’s been fixing her necklace in front of the mirror for like hours now, craning her neck northwesteast, but not south- couldn’t figure out which jewel isn’t on the right proportion on her neck. Never does she even care if she’s going to be late on the party she’s going to attend, sheeezus!
I stomped my going to my room. And yes, just stepping my foot in my room I would something is wrong- no, not just something is wrong but everything is wrong.
My vanity table is empty.
And my vanity table is never empty, I would even have my new unused lotion bottles standing in front of the mirror but they’re gone. Everything, not even a comb is lying on it. God, my mother is so real.
“Mother are you serious?” I mumbled, sure she won’t hear. There’s no use of searching my walk-in dresser, I know she had it all swept.
“I am serious my dear, so no need to worry, just have your burbur bag ready with you, I’ll have you an address.” She heard me, now she’s just behind me, my oh my mother!
But wait, an address? I glanced back, “What address? Shouldn’t I be taking a hotel? What am I going to do in Seoul anyway?”
“No dear honey, you’re taking an apartment in Seoul cause you’re going to stay there for months.”
“Months! Mother this is all going to burst in my head!” I screamed, I don’t care if she’ll be all fussy about me yelling but for fucking months in Seoul?
“Your father and I talked already; you’re going to study there.”
Study, I knew it. They hated me studying medicine, being the only child is sickening. Why my mother didn’t give birth again to a boy, but had her fallopy tubes cut after pulling me out her.
So if I won’t marry a man, a man who could even handle all my stubbornness and shits, I am going to be at the thrown. Seriously I am willing to have my marriage arranged and have him the throne, while I get away free! Darn.
I love my father so much, but my mother is so damn annoying. And I know all these are her doings, I doubt if papa ever knows anything about this.
Mother handed me that scented, printed card where I am supposed to live. I didn’t get to read the entire words as my eyes zoomed at the words of;
Galleria Foret
“Mother!” I yelled again, I have always called my mother in a very formal manner, mother. “Is this even normal?”
Galleria Foret is like one of the most expensive apartments in Seoul, I know since I don’t know, I just had to know which the most expensive units were where I could live in the future and so but never really considered in. And why the hell I would live in that? I’m okay with just a normal apartment. not a high-rise skycrapper apartment- not Galleria Foret!
“No worries, my dear. Just worry about your burbur.”
Burbur, what my mother has always called my Burberry bag. Jeez.
“What!” I gapped, I didn’t know anything about this, any single detail about this, and here is my mother planning again for my future on Monday which is like. . .what the. . .”That is the day after tomorrow and tomorrow!”
“Fix your sentence my dear, you are ought to say 2 days from now.” My over perfect mother corrected how my sentence supposed to be.
“But mother! That is so insane! I’m studying and what about my. . .” I trailed off, thinking of anything I could excuse myself of, but I know for sure my super always-prepared-girlscouty-mother has it all done.
“I had your school called, your Vuittons are already sent off to Seoul.”
I gapped, my mother can’t be serious. Now I know why the hell my professor was damn curious why the fcuk am I in her class awhile ago, so I’m supposed to be out now? And what? My things!
MY GODDAMN THINGS ARE ALREADY IN SEOUL?
“I’m sure you haven’t packed my undies, my bras, my lotions, my soaps, my perfumes, my colognes, my bb’s, my moists, my. . .mother I have so many things that I’m sure you haven’t packed up yet.”
There’s no use of arguing with my mother, I know. . .impossible, but everything is possible to Wang Li Fei.
“Check your room my dear.” My mother told, dismissing me. She’s been fixing her necklace in front of the mirror for like hours now, craning her neck northwesteast, but not south- couldn’t figure out which jewel isn’t on the right proportion on her neck. Never does she even care if she’s going to be late on the party she’s going to attend, sheeezus!
I stomped my going to my room. And yes, just stepping my foot in my room I would something is wrong- no, not just something is wrong but everything is wrong.
My vanity table is empty.
And my vanity table is never empty, I would even have my new unused lotion bottles standing in front of the mirror but they’re gone. Everything, not even a comb is lying on it. God, my mother is so real.
“Mother are you serious?” I mumbled, sure she won’t hear. There’s no use of searching my walk-in dresser, I know she had it all swept.
“I am serious my dear, so no need to worry, just have your burbur bag ready with you, I’ll have you an address.” She heard me, now she’s just behind me, my oh my mother!
But wait, an address? I glanced back, “What address? Shouldn’t I be taking a hotel? What am I going to do in Seoul anyway?”
“No dear honey, you’re taking an apartment in Seoul cause you’re going to stay there for months.”
“Months! Mother this is all going to burst in my head!” I screamed, I don’t care if she’ll be all fussy about me yelling but for fucking months in Seoul?
“Your father and I talked already; you’re going to study there.”
Study, I knew it. They hated me studying medicine, being the only child is sickening. Why my mother didn’t give birth again to a boy, but had her fallopy tubes cut after pulling me out her.
So if I won’t marry a man, a man who could even handle all my stubbornness and shits, I am going to be at the thrown. Seriously I am willing to have my marriage arranged and have him the throne, while I get away free! Darn.
I love my father so much, but my mother is so damn annoying. And I know all these are her doings, I doubt if papa ever knows anything about this.
Mother handed me that scented, printed card where I am supposed to live. I didn’t get to read the entire words as my eyes zoomed at the words of;
Galleria Foret
“Mother!” I yelled again, I have always called my mother in a very formal manner, mother. “Is this even normal?”
Galleria Foret is like one of the most expensive apartments in Seoul, I know since I don’t know, I just had to know which the most expensive units were where I could live in the future and so but never really considered in. And why the hell I would live in that? I’m okay with just a normal apartment. not a high-rise skycrapper apartment- not Galleria Foret!
“No worries, my dear. Just worry about your burbur.”
Burbur, what my mother has always called my Burberry bag. Jeez.