This post has been inspired by an event from earlier this afternoon, whee.

 

I went shopping with Sai and Diss earlier today; the main focal point of which was to buy a gift for Sai - said gift being a little something from the ladies' underwear department from a department store. We sat down and had lunch (dinner in my case) and I bought a new Wiimote and Nunchuk so I could play with Sai; and then we headed off to aforementioned department store.

 

In between the conversations between Diss, Sai and myself, Sai picked out a couple of nice things and a rather pretty dress (nice, pretty? Who am I kidding, they were downright hot... but you didn't hear that from me) and we hit the checkout. A couple of the items turned out to be seperate instead of a pair, and seeing as I had told Sai this was a gift for her I was more than happy to pay the extra amount. The cashier apparently overheard me however and swiftly figured out that I was the one paying for this because I was her customer's boyfriend; because she handed me the change, grinned and said "enjoy your night".

 

I didn't even make it five metres out of the store and I collapsed laughing. It took both Sai and Diss to hold me upright. I utterly packed it in. Sai and I have decided that next time we're going to pretend that the sexy women's undergarments are actually for me.

 

Cashier:   Have a good night... *smirk*       

Sai:         Actually, these are for him.

Neko:      Well they DO feel really comfortable against my-

Cashier:  Security!

 

On second thought, maybe that's not such a good idea after all.

 

Might be going to Zone 3 tomorrow night; they frequently host "lock-ins"; they quite literally lock you in overnight to blast away to your heart's content. I'm still trying to decide if Sai and I should go. Sai wants to and truth be told I do to but I don't know if my super-duper baker body clock can take that kind of punishment. Only the morning will tell, I suppose... the flip side however is if we go to Zone 3 that means we can't spend Sunday curled up in a quiet corner somewhere enjoying that warm content feeling you get when you're curled up in a quiet corner somewhere with your dearly beloved. And of course if we want to spend Sunday in that corner that naturally means we can't go to Zone 3 the night before. Much deliberation is needed, I think.

 

I'm tired, so I'm outta here. It's a good thing I'm too tired to think; because if I keep seeing Sai in those clothes in my mind's eye, I just might die from blood loss.

 

Jesus, I meant as in nosebleeds, you freakin' perverts.

 

Excuse me while I slowly turn around and then run like hell.

I am the supa-staaa-ha-haaaa.

 

Yay for sarcasm.

 

To be truthful the last few days have actually been quite good. On Saturday I went out to spend the weekend with Sai; as young couples are wont to do; and while waiting from the bus I got a phone call from my father. This culiminated in Sai, my father Stefan and myself sitting in a bar and catching up. Dad and Sai get along quite well and I'm starting to wonder just what the bloody hell I've gotten myself into. Sadly I couldn't have a Bloody Mary with the old man as although Sai wouldn't have minded I was determined to be on my best behaviour for her. We also played two games of pool; one with just Sai and myself and another which was Sai and me versus my father and a friend of his. We lost that game spectacularly; although thankfully Sai managed to sink a ball so we did not have to honour the old tradition that goes with losing a game of pool without sinking a single ball.

 

What, you don't know the tradition? Well bugger off, I'm not going to tell you.

 

Dad also gave me a hundred dollars for my birthday; which I used to step up the dinner I made for Sai. I bought some chicken fillets from a local poultry shop; and some vegetables and my favourite deli foodstuff from the supermarket; as well as some ginger beer and a packet of Tim Tams for Sai as I know they're her favourite chocolate and mercy knows how much I love to spoil that woman. I also bought a tub of potato salad as that is one of the things that I can't cook without first selling my soul. So for dinner I made camembert and avocado chicken fillets with a nice salad - lettuce, tomato, avocado and Bulgarian fetta cheese and a little lemon juice. That and the potato salad went quite well. We didn't get around to devouring the Tim Tams, but no matter. The rest of the evening was spent curled up together watching the ABC.

 

I miss her quite a bit at the moment. Over the last week or so we've grown very close - physically speaking as well as emotionally - so being well over thirty kilometres away ninety percent of the time is doing me a bit of damage. I'll be fine though; probably owing to the reason that if she comes over to visit me and I cling to her feet a howling and miserable mess she'll most likely murder me.

 

Well actually knowing her it would probably score me some huggle time but I'm not that pathetic or desperate.

 

Okay, so I'm not that desperate.

 

Stop laughing.

 

Sunday we went to the movies before I had to catch my bus home. We saw the new Harry Potter movie - and it was surprisingly good. It actually managed to rekindle my interest in the books, it was that good. Chi was at the cinema but she didn't seem to notice or recognise me - oh well, no matter. I wasn't there to see her, after all.

 

It was fun; I need to take Sai to the movies more often.

 

And, today was good. Why? Because I finally got my revenge on my boss.

 

In the mornings I make scones. I use a big industrial mixer for this; and said mixer is also shared by the resident pastry chef to make her cakes. Today Zilla told me to put the ingredients in the mixer and then leave it for him to do, as he didn't want me to "make any more stupid mistakes".

 

Well, while he wasn't looking, I rigged the machine - normally it is set to the lowest speed for mixing dough. I turned it to the speed used by the pastry chef to whip cream.

 

And naturally, when Zilla came over to make the scones, in his arrogance he didn't bother to check that the machine was on the right setting and flicked the switch without so much as a glance. Three or four seconds later and a very bewildered and angry Zilla is cursing himself for not checking the machine, while resembling Casper the Friendly Ghost and watching the flour and butter drip down the walls.

 

Oh man, the last few days have been so freakin' awesome.

Wow, it's been what, two weeks since I updated this thing? I better get started.

 

First things first. Thanks to a royal screwup on Myriad's part, I didn't get paid until Tuesday as on the Monday before I rang them, abused them and told them to check their records; this culminated in my receival of a wages cheque of four hundred and two dollars and eighty-two cents; well over a hundred dollars more than I was expecting. The reason for this was that Myriad had screwed up again and calculated too many of my hours as overtime - either that or they gave me more money so I wouldn't report them to the Department of Fair Trading and Commerce. In any case that was put to good use.

 

 - $150 to Brian

 - $22 on a haircut. Bishie no more, am I.

 - $40 and two of my DS games which I never play (Another Code aka Trace Memory and Lunar Genesis) to buy Pokemon Pearl

 - $10 credit on my cellphone, which is half gone already.

 - $44 put aside as walking-around cash

 - Remainder spent on groceries.

 

This was going partly well. On Wednesday however I was halfway to work and got a flat tyre. Much to my annoyance the air compresser at the nearby service station proved to be useless later that afternoon; so I took the bike home - and discovered that the tyre was completely ruined, deriving me of my transportation. So I did something I've never done before.

 

I phoned my grandparents and asked them for help.

 

A bit of background info. My grandparents live not too far away in comparison with the rest of my family - only around 2,000 kilometres or so. Green lives with them and subsequently I'm in pretty decent contact with them. They've told me repeatedly that if I ever need help with anything I'm to talk to them straightaway and they'll do what they can; but I've always ignored this particular avenue as from my point of view I'm not supposed to have a back-up plan in case something goes wrong. If I'm living out of home I need to be able to fend for myself; I can't run home and cry every time something goes wrong. That, and I've never been the type to ask for money; and my grandparents have done enough for me over the last two years. They were the ones that paid for my airfare back up here, after all.

 

Anyhow. I swallowed my pride and talked to them. I nearly backed out and told them not to worry but then Green reminded me that I'm up here on my own, getting little pay from a big job, and I haven't asked them for anything for years. My grandmother herself even took the phone off Green to reinforce that. Eventually I caved in. I was told to take the bike to a certain store nearby, at a particular address, and ask to speak to such-and-such; and he would repair whatever needed repairing and my grandparents would foot the bill. I feel guilty as all shite but I do what they ask and take the bike in.

 

I'm not in there two minutes and my grandmother calls my cellphone. She wants to talk to the manager; who by an astounding coincidence is the chap I'm talking to at that very moment, who greeted me with "Ah, you must be Aaron... it's great to meet you."

 

Well, I hand the manager my cellphone and he promptly begins to pace around the store with it talking to my grandmother. Twenty minutes later, I walk out of the store, wheeling two bikes with me instead of one.

 

My grandparents bought me a brand new, $400 all-purpose BMX; when all I needed was a $40 rear wheel.

 

I didn't know whether to be pleased or exasperated.

 

Said bike kicks a great deal of ass; and has certainly made my twelve-kilometre journey to and from work much easier. I now need to make my grandparents a cake next time they come up here.

 

Also, I spent the last two weekends at Sai's house. I haven't had a chance to make dinner for her yet, but I'm working on it. It's nice to spend so much time with her. Yay for romance and whatnot.

 

Anyhow, must go - it is Saturday morning and sleeping in for a change sounds absolutely bloody brilliant.

 

And remember folks, if at first you don't succeed, shoot the hostages and try again!