the chinese connection

because i had a sore throat i purchased a pack of pei pa koa lozenges last night to relieve my, uh, suffering. and guess what, they rock! *air guitar* i was sharing my joy (and the candy) to my wonderful seatmates. raf even commented that it sorta tasted like bigboy bubble gum.

we then began discussing anything and everything chinese. i suddenly realized that three of my closest closest friends are of that descent: dy, so chan, and lim. i even quipped that rubrico, with the right stress on the right syllable, would make my last name genuinely chinese-sounding. the joke didn't work

i remembered the time i slept over a classmate's place in binondo for a class project. the next morning her grandmother went in the room and spoke to me in pefect cantonese. i stared blankly. then again maybe my already small eyes were made even smaller because i just woke up. i apologized, in tagalog, and we both laughed.

i never even thought i looked remotely chinese. then again, mom is already half of it. i guess that would explain why another acquaintance from a communications seminar in college asked me if i was indeed chinese.

...all these, because of pei pa koa candy. haha!