I navigated around and deleted the “Single” from my Facebook profile page. Immediately, my profile page noted, “Lala is no longer listed as "single." Good. I then sent quick hellos and how-are-you’s to old contacts. I finally went to sleep. Three hours after, I woke up to about 6 unread text messages in my phone. Five of those texts were asking who my new boyfriend is.
I read an interesting article a month ago on the phenomenon of inter-marriages between Korean men and Vietnamese women. It read like the 21st century version of mail-to-order brides, except that instead of exchanging snail mails for months or years and pictures thereafter, the whole deal is sealed within five days.
It was fun looking at my foreigner friend, who visited Manila lately, get uneasy about the sight of a fried milk fish during a dinner in a restaurant at the Greenbelt Mall. He twitched, grimaced, and looked at me as if waiting for a clue if he should call to berate the restaurant manager or grab my hand and dash out the door.
It was an interview that lasted for more than four hours—10am to 2:15pm, to be exact. The first hour was spent with the former general and the talkative lawyer basically taking over. The reason for their presence was obvious: to intimidate us.
I was driving home my friend at almost midnight when a taxi from the right lane swerved in front of me to make a left turn. As I instinctively pressed the brakes, I noticed that a motorcycle driver was speeding on the left lane and would most likely hit the swerving taxi. I held my breath as I feared for a collision.