Y Tuesday, December 11, 2007
10:50 pm
O NOES THERE BEING 2 UPDATES IN A ROW SKY IS FALLING ON OUR HEADS.Yarly.
So today was maintenance night. Mum brought us out for dinner at Jack's place, and we were accompanied by our two lovely aunts. Charmaine that lil tyke has teeth now, can speak a few random words, able to walk, albeit slowly and unsteadily and has learned how to make a whole lot of noise.
Wait for it. Wait for it.. you know I'm gonna say it. Time flies. There. Cliche.
At any rate, the medium rare sirloin was good. Yumz. Never knew my two aunts worked at Jack's place back when they were young, they went "Sour cream, bacon and chinves sir/ma'am?" after the meal was served. Cool.
Service wasn't particularly amazing, the waitress spoke funnily and didn't seem to understand our orders. But I must admit, mummy can get quite confusing when placing her orders. Our food came and this waiter with a thick indian accent went
"USSoloinstake?"
"I'm sorry?"
"USSoloinstake?"
"Oh right. Sirloin steak. Here. Thank you."
Oopsie. Hehe.
Enjoyed our meal over some chatter, and that's that. Mum saw me without a watch and asked what happened to my old one.
Now I used to have a habit of always having a watch, on days that the battery stopped, I'd look at my wrist and frown. Flesh doesn't tell the time.
Then the strap broke, I couldn't be (as usual) arsed to replace it, and stopped wearing that lovely accessory. SO yeah, mum wanted to get me a new one for Christmas.
Wasn't too keen, and if I wanted a watch, I'd prefer something nice and classy, a bit of a heavy price tag and wear it till I'm 30 or something. Ah well. Aunts said I was too like my dad, too old fashioned blabla.
Fine, I admit, when shown all the "sporty watches that most youngsters prefer" I turned them all down. I mean crap. 3 or 4 little circles telling the time, hour, date, day? No, I have a phone for that. I want a nice accessory that tells the time in one glance, not some cluttered thing I can't tell the time with.
Crap, my aunts said they were younger at heart than I was. LOL. The old timer who served us (He owns the shop) was on my side. It's a personal thing! Personal taste. I like plain, simple, classy. Less is more.
So after about half an hour of look-seeing, I settled for a plain looking Citizen round faced watch with roman numerals and a black leather strap. You guessed it, black clock face as well. Nothing too expensive. 85 or something, after 30% discount.
My only gripe is, it's effin Citizen! People will probably go
"OoooH! That's a nice watch. Citizen.."
"Yeah, thanks. It's simple and nice I guess."
"Ya! I have a Citizen clock at home! A few too. We only use citizen clocks!"
"Oh right.."
*Shit*
You get the idea.
Before you fellas go off saying I'm unhappy with my watch, I'm very satisfied with it. It's a nice simple watch. But but but. Having said that, what I'd REALLY want is that really reallllly awesome Patek Phillipe watch <3. Maybe some day I'll get to wear one. I told that to my mum and my aunt.
"HUHHHH 20K?!!"
Went my aunt. She literally screamed while walking in PP. Some people cast annoyed glances at us, but we mostly laughed it off.
Mum went "You wait ah! I don't even have Patek Phillipe watch you want? Wait long long!"
Then we dropped by the information counter (I actually misspelled this as cunter the first time. LOL.) to do some lucky draw crap, and my mum was grousing about why I introduced my sis to MCR, and the papers reported that MCR is EMO EMO NOT GOOD FOR YOUR KIDZ OMG!
"What's that ah? That MCR dunno what My dunno something something. Newspaper say very emo leh. They write all the emo emo song. Not good they say."
I said, well, whether you slit your wrist or not is highly dependent on you as a person. Not very fundamentally strong willed? Okay, so when you're down and MCR plays, you contemplate self harm and suicide.
Too bad. Hey, at least you're solving the over-population problem when you die.
If you can't even decide for yourself the proper things to do, then I'm sorry, sooner or later, something else is gonna fuck you over. Drugs, alcohol, petty crime, whatever. It'll screw you over because you can't decide things for yourself. It's not the fault of the music.
The teenager at the counter kept shooting us glances, apparently interested in our conversation. He said out of the blue
"Well ma'am, My Chemical Romance isn't emo. They were, but they moved out of that scene already. They're more alternative rock now."
Mmm yea true. They sold out. That's why I like their older albums better. Heh. Can't blame them though. It's their chance to make it big, I wouldn't pass it up to "not sell out" either.
Anyways, our aunty (mum) here was dumbfounded for a bit, smiled politely at that young man who probably couldn't stand hearing his favourite band being classified as emo. I agreed with him and that was that.
I then decided that today's activities were blog worthy.
PS. I wasn't joking about that Patek Phillipe watch. I really like it. Some day I'll wear one, I swear.