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| ++Only two hours of my life |
| 11.08.05 (6:56 pm) [edit] |
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I must convince myself of that. [b]Dinner[/b] I just had dinner with aunt and uncle #6. I dread it. Anyhow, I could not fend them off. At least it will be a while before I have to see them again. We tried this Chinese-style western restaurant. The service was soooo bad! It took forever to flag every down, the staff had bad attitudes, and they were condescending. My soup bowl had a huge chunk missing out of it. And the whole conversation about my uncle's steak was just horrible. In Chinese, when you're asked how well you want your steak done, they give something like a fraction?? I don't know, but it's a number. I always figured it was on a scale of 1 - 10. So my uncle wanted medium rare. He asked the waiter what that would translate to since every restaurant has a different scale. But the waiter was like, "just give a number. It's standard." "But then what would medium rare be?" "3 or 4." "Then is medium rare 3 or 4?" "It's standard." "But..." "Justpick3." And then with my meal, I could pick 2 things off a choice of 10 items, and then I could choose my side dish. I only wanted the chicken steak, so I asked for 2. There was no option for 1 item from the menu. And the waiter said "you can't do that. You have to pick TWO different items." The menu didn't say that. I thought it was the dumbest thing ever. At first, my aunt was ordering for me, but when we were told we couldn't have the two same meats on one plate, she started giving her order. And then while we were finishing off the rest of our order, I thought we were doing mine, I started calling out stuff. Then the water cut me off and told me one dish at a time. My soup was really sour, spicy, and salty. And then chicken steaks were greasy. And then the sauce was sooo salty. And my side dish of vegetables was steamed cabbage. EW!!! I didn't even get a whole serving size of veggies. Gross. I couldn't wait to get out of there. [b]The Visit[/b] And then my aunt and uncle were pretty much inviting themselves over. I just didn't really want them to see my pole, I guess. But I let them come over. After all, my mom reminded me, they had given me a housewarming gift. They liked my place though, but they wouldn't believe me when I said my pole was for dancing. Then my aunt sat down and started reading the newspaper. I think someone stole my newspaper AGAIN. FFS, it's like if I don't get my newspaper right in the morning, it gets stolen. Can't I trust anyone? I didn't come home after work either. I went grocery shopping and then to dinner. And no gym AGAIN. I don't know if I can go tomorrow either. We're having civic elections soon. Tomorrow night is an opportunity to hear all the candidates speak. My health vs. politics -- which do I choose? Why do I always have to choose between doing something and my health?? Anyway, back to the invasion. My uncle was just sitting around, which was fine. But then my aunt started talking to me again about my dad. I just find her so meddlesome, so I tend to keep my answers short in order to cut the conversation short. Aunt:Have you tried talking to your dad lately? I didn't dare ask him about him when he came by the other day. Me: No, I don't see the point. Aunt: But you're his daughter. You should. Me: (Not knowing how to express that I am tired of being the one who is always reaching out to someone I don't particularly like...) What's the point? Every time, I call, he asks me what I want, he tells me he's not dead yet, and I get curt, short answers. It's too difficult trying to have a conversation with him. Aunt: (silence) She doesn't understand how manipulative my dad is. It's something I've seen all my life. When he doesn't get he wants, he gets loud so people bow down. I am not going to repeat what my mom did. I am not going to do what I did as a kid. And I am tired of his superiority complex (it's probably why I give so much attitude to cocky people). So after that conversation, my aunt brought up her other favourite topic of conversation with me, which is my marital status. I've just never had this desire to be hitched. I mean, sure...when/if the right person comes along, I'll consider it. I do not think being married makes me a complete person. Aunt: So you're really not seeing anyone right now? Me: No. Aunt: Don't you think you should be settling down and starting a family? Me: No, why should I? I have a job, and I have a home. What do I need a man for? Aunt: Well, it's nice to have companionship. Your parents' relationship MUST have made you think this way. Of course I could not express what i was really trying to say to her in Cantonese. I don't have a burning desire to have kids right now. I'm just not in a hurry to be married. And it's not even being distrustful of men. Mind you, I have had so many married/taken men come on to me, and I have seen so many cheaters that maybe I should be a little fazed :twisted: I just think that everything will happen within due time. *shrugs* I quite like my life. I have so much going on, and I come and go as I please. Maybe I still have that fear of commitment. And ewwww, I tend to make sure to not talk about foods I like in front of my aunt because I DESPISE her cooking. I had to stay with her for a couple of weeks when I was in high school when my parents were on vacation. OMG, she kept forcing me to eat, and ugh, I hated it. Anyhow, my aunt gave me some soup and some chicken. And then she didn't believe me when I told her I wouldn't have time to eat it. Ugh. I'm hoping what she gave me isn't too salty or too greasy. That whole being-married-not-being-m arried conversation was pissing me off. Why do I need to defend myself? And what is it with family on my dad's side... Aunt: What do you do since you live by yourself? Good grief...can only hitched people entertain themselves? My dad thinks it's boring living by yourself. Is it not obvious I go out and do stuff? Hang out with my friends? I don't understand why they can't understand that I am serious when I say I have no time. Just this week, aside from working, I had/have this going on: Monday: Hockey game Tuesday: Dinner out Wed: All-candidates meeting Thursday: Stila appointment and reception Friday: FINALLY! THE GYM! Saturday: Shopping Sunday: Grocery shopping, laundry, weekly house work I can't blame my aunt for being old school, but it is frustrating: Aunt: Who do you hang out with? Me: Friends Aunt: Friends? From where? Me: *shrugs* from anywhere. Old friends. Aunt: Do you hang out with people from work? Maybe it was common in their day to make friends at work. I like to keep work separate. But my mom used to say, "don't date when you're going to school. You can meet someone when you're working [at work]." I think that is about it. Oh wait, there is imore... At one point, my aunt said to me, "Why don't you sit down?" What i wanted to reply with was, "because you're leaving soon." Instead, I said, "oh, we sat so long at the restaurant that I will just stand for now." And my uncle inquired about what kind of friends I had: Uncle: Do you have any Chinese friends? Me: Not really. And my aunt kept thinking of ways for me to interact with my dad: Aunt: Did your dad make that shelf for you? Me: No, as if he'd do anything for me now. Aunt: But he loves to do wood work! Me: No, that shelf is from Ikea. And as my aunt was leaving..."You can call me ANY time! I mean it! Just call me if you're bored." "Okay, Auntie. Bye!" |
posted by: rosietulips (reply)
post date: 11.09.05 (6:58 am)
Reply to: userfriendly
If you're ever in town, I'll be sure to direct you to the restaurant I was at last night! And I will even invite my aunt for you too :)
posted by: SusanofPudlin (reply)
post date: 11.10.05 (2:26 am)
And this is why Boo moved exactly halfway around the globe.
posted by: rosietulips (reply)
post date: 11.10.05 (7:30 am)
Reply to: SusanofPudlin
*L* I'm not sure I can ever escape my loving aunts. I'm doing my best to just avoid this particular one altogether.
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