Saturday, August 05, 2006
I’ve not blogged for ages yes I know…
I guess I out-grew that blogging craze, especially since I’ve owned this verbalsewage blog for quite a while now…
Or perhaps I’ve matured so I’ve stopped spouting nonsense (nah I doubt it), partially from the fact that I managed to slip under the radar twice, once at Attica where the minimum entry age was 25, and my colleague’s brother who was also 23 like me got checked but I didn’t.
The other occasion was last night at Velvet Underground where me and D’s UOB clubbers went through a fantastic ruse to actually switch bags, undo my polo-T collar all in order to make me look older than I actually am, but perhaps merely succeeding in making me look like an Eskimo asking for directions from a camel in the Sahara. Met a couple of their friends who were significantly older than me, and the ironic part was that almost all of them thought of me as their age. Guess that moustache I sometimes am too lazy to shave does have some use after all haha
I haven’t seen my family for quite a while, and the last time I saw them was only for like 2hrs max, but that’s another story for another time.
Recently thought about some of the funnies I had with my family… guess it’s another sign of aging lol
My mother always had this fantasy (call it whatever you want) that we would eat at a restaurant, just her, my sis, and me, and my dad would happen to come along and eat at the restaurant without noticing us yet, and my mum would take the chance to order as much as possible and the most expensive stuff on the menu and then finally tell the waitress “Put it on that gentleman’s tab.”
It nearly happened once when me, my sis and my mum were eating an early dinner at some kopitiam, ordered and the food had just came when this man sat our table and said hello. My sister (about 5yrs old I think) yelped with joy realizing it was my dad, so did my mum actually since I think this was the closest she’d ever get to that fantasy. She wasn’t particularly satisfied that we ate at a kopitiam where the most expensive item in there was the 20 pack of Marlboro’s which did none of us any good coz no one smoked.
My mum used to kick and scream whenever it came to seeing other kids play around in cars. It pissed my mum off to no end when she sees other kids in other peoples’ cars jumping around, running from across the centre to get to the front and back, do handstands with their feet on the side windows etc. It pissed her off not because she felt the kids needed disciplining, or that it distracted her from driving. Nope none of the possible explanations most people can think of, rather, it irritated her coz she always wondered why her own kid couldn’t do it. My sister was an absolute klutz, and the minute the shackles we call seatbelts are removed she’d run around, jump around and then fall down followed by incessant wailing, which ends up with her being shackled again by a very distracted and disgruntled driving-mother. All this would happen within the short span of no more than 4.39 minutes.
Yep sounds like I should find a chance to not club on a weekend and visit my family instead.
Wonder why I willingly subject myself to it really, give up a good clubbing night (see above) for a weekend of nagging for not going home more often, of not having graduated yet, of not having found a job yet etc. Life is weird sometimes. Shrug.
Dr@n|xX at 2:35 PM
