Monday, February 13, 2006

Oh Master, may I burn my bra?

Saturday was my dey-op so I met up with Ate B and had lunch at this restaurant in provincial Senzoku owned and manned by a sweet old couple. We had terrific sipon-inducing kare (Japanese curry). Made me miss Singapore chow even more. We also passed by Shibuya, the place which never runs out of people. Daytime or nighttime it's full of young people with their punk hair and for the girls, short short skirts. And I wonder where they get their constitutions because it's still winter noh! Their bums are probably frozen numb.

So this morning we followed Ate B's advise and had Jon call up the Sony service station to ask about our laptop. It's been 2 weeks since I handed it over but everytime I call them it's always "Not yet but we'll call you". Politely, nonetheless. So 20 minutes after Jon's call, they call me up and say "Oh, your laptop has come in from the factory just now and you can pick it up. And your husband called, We're very sorry..." Nye.

I remember how I couldn't open a bank account for myself after visiting three banks in our area because I didn't have a stamp, haven't lived here long enough, etc . which is shite because Jon opened one 2 days after he arrived. So Jon went with me and tadah! opened one with no questions asked. Hmph.

Then there was that one time when I went to the doctor to have my allergy checked. After a couple of questions but no explanation, the doctor asked me "Please call your husband over." So I shouted in the waiting room "Jon, pasok ka daw!" Jon enters the room, slightly confused, too and the doctor says to him:
"I would like your permission to give your wife a vitamin infusion."

Oh please let me fetch his warm slippers first and kneel before him so he can pat me in the head like the good little wife that I am.

Posted by chichibu @ 11:25 AM