Thursday, February 15, 2007
Valentine's day. The Oh-So-Bloody-Commercialised day, as well as the day when couples just LOVE rubbing it in to the single people out there that they've got somebody.
I felt discriminated, because my mum and I went out for dinner (she flew in last night from Kuching to keep me company - actually she has work to do, haha). We went around, looking for restaurants. First stop...
A: Azzie, W: Waiter/Waitress
A: Can we see your menu? *spots heart shaped balloons tied to chairs and rose petals scattered all over the floor and furniture of the room, low lights with candles here and there*
W: Sure. *hands A one piece of paper*
A: Err... don't you have ala-carte?
W: This is all we've got. It's Valentine's day.
A: *stares at the Valentine's menu* - one soup, a choice of three dishes, and one dessert. RM92 per head. WTF. *mum let's move away and look somewhere else ok*
We both go to another restaurant. And another. And another. And another. And another (am I getting redundant?). They all had the same kind of pre-set Valentine's only menu, and the prices are getting even more ridiculous. At one point I couldn't take any more of it - I said to one of the Ws: Is there ANYTHING NOT for celebrating couples here? I feel discriminated!!!
I suggested McDonald's, and my mum won't hear of it. I said it was a lot cheaper and our bellies would still be happy anyway. Alas, walking past it... I guess that's where all the single people went. I'm sure there are some couples in there too, but let's not talk about it. Looks like there are no seats available in there anyway, and the queues are astonishingly long. With that observation, that ruled out the fast-food restaurants and we resorted to the first Valentined-up restaurant we laid our eyes on.
The dim lights were annoying. Apparently the preset menu did not include drinks, so we had to browse through the drinks menu, in the dark. And I tell you, I think it's all being planned - the prices of the drinks were extorbitant! WTF. I can buy a whole complete meal in McD's for the price of one small measely cup of coffee (it was so small it was gone in five small gulps). The music was all the "hold me, love me, kiss me" types, and it was booming so loud I had to shout if I wanted to say anything. Oh, and do observe the SHAPE of the food. The rice is arranged in such a way to look like... a heart. Look at the mashed potato mum! It's... err. Eh. Look at the mousse. It's also... the chocolates on the side... two hearts. Aaaaargh.
On the way out of the restaurant, I just grabbed hold of 4 helium heart shaped balloons and made my way out. Just to feel a little bit better.
Then, on the side of the roads, at the pedastrians...
Miss! Want another BIGGER balloon? Miss!!! Want to buy flowers? MISS!!!
I might as well be caught selling the balloons I had tied to my hands.
I might sound like I'm jealous of all the celebrating couples, and people who read this, probably would think, HAH. She'd probably think differently if she DID have a boyfriend.
TRUST ME. If I had a boyfriend, I'd probably arrange
NOT to go out. This is just not my idea of celebrating love. One pathetic day, to make singles feel even more miserable of what they're missing out on, as well as having to either wait while the stomach digests itself or pay ten to twenty times more to get food immediately. And whatever happened to family love??!
I was just thankful that I wasn't really alone that night. I had mum around, whom I forever adore, and had my arm linked to hers all the way through when we walked back home.
Which now brings me to the other reason why I've decided I'd drop a note in my blog today. Remember me ranting about some weird dude who goes on the same bus as I do to college everyday? Well, he's back. I had my half-month of peace... till yesterday. That, I could still tolerate, he was being pretty normal I guess (blaring iPod with gay anthems and Micheal Jackson songs still there and all).
Anyway, this morning, on the way to college, the bus left Masjid Jamek, and I thought, hurrah. The weird one doesn't have classes today!!!
*Phone beeps. Horror. Pick up*
Weirdo - W, Azzie - A.
W: AZZIE!! ARE YOU IN THE BUS?!
A: Err yeah...
W: ASK THE BUS DRIVER *pulls phone slightly away from ear* WHERE THE BUS IS NOW!
A:*asks bus driver where the bus is*
W: OK. TELL HIM TO STOP!
A: Err...
Ada orang tertinggal, lah. Boleh berhenti sekejap? Dia akan datang... (Someone was left behind. Can you stop for a while? He'll be here...)
We all wait, and a panicked looking weirdo eventually does step into the bus.
The gay anthems and MJ songs go on, I just fell asleep in the bus not wanting to think about anything.
The moment we arrived at school, I was the last to get out of the bus. The weirdo was standing near the gate, posing, white glove on right hand only. He did the exact same thing yesterday, which I didn't even have to ask, when he said, "I'm doing what Micheal Jackson did in the Pepsi ad, you know".
So I walked, he walked ahead. Then we came to the main entrance, where there's LOADS of glass windows. He then turns around, and does the signature MJ gliding move, which he obviously failed miserably but looked triumphant anyway. I tried looking away, walking ahead, into the convenience store. OH MY GOD. 'MJ' is stalking me. I walked around in the convenience store, pretended to look at things, noting that he's always on my tail. Then when I turned to face him, he quickly grabbed the refrigerator door open, and took a can of Pepsi and joined the queue. HAH! I ran out, and went straight to the ladies' room. Stayed there a while, before getting out, knowing that the coast would be clear after that. If he knew I am working as a receptionist in the gym... I don't want to imagine.
I wonder, just wonder, how the ride back to KL is going to be like, besides anticipating the gay anthems and all. I'd probably sleep the entire way, again. Glee.
9:29 AM Azzie's got style
