Fly or Die?

fly or die

Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Meet the Parents, Part II Don't get me wrong, I do want to meet his parents. I'm just petrified. Meeting them for the first time is like getting an examination - they'll prod, probe, review my history and family chart before they decide whether I deserve their darling son. And Matt is the only son, after 3 sisters. He's Mommy's boy, Daddy's treasure. The one to carry on the family name. And did I mention that I'm not particularly charming when it comes to older folks? I just don't seem to be able to connect beyond the "hello-aunty-uncle" phase. But if truth be told, this little episode brings back memories of the other Meet the Parents (MTP) Exam I had, 4 years ago - Bryan's. Yeah, he's the guy who hit my car with his tennis racket. Bryan was a bit of a rogue, the bad boy type. He was irresistable. When it was good with Bryan, it was dang good. He could make me laugh like no one did. He knew all the right buttons and he knew when to push them. And, Bryan ... Bryan was gorgeous. It was like a dream. Me, plain 'lil me, with this demi-god who flew on powerbikes. Till he took me on his bike home to Penang for "just a weekend". Back then, my hair was cropped short, with a streak of blonde. Waif-skinny. Didn't own a single skirt. Didn't have a job. And I didn't speak a word of Hokkien. I still remember the way his mom's jaws dropped slightly when she saw me. And that furious look of disdain and disappointment that blazed in her eyes. The moment I stepped in, his mom and aunties picked me to death, like how stronger guppies attack a deformed member till it dies. After the weekend in Penang, I was broken. And so they say sticks and stones may break my bones but words won't? Oh, Bryan tried. Tried to kissed away the pain, stem the bleeding on the insides. But it was too late. The words like rusty nails have been hammered in. And have started to spread its poison. Our relationship crumbled eventually. The MTP Exam wasn't the thing that ended it. His Achilles heel was his temper. Though I do think the poison did spread to him, cause he slowly believed that I wasn't good enough for him. Perhaps I did too. I know it is unfair to think that Matt's parents would be the same. But still the old demons taunt. And I'm afraid of being nailed. Again. Pencil chewed at 11:14:00 am //
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