Wake up and smell the...

Last night I did the first adult thing in a long long time. I calculated my budget and spending for the last six months. It was a real shocker. I've been spending so much that I've only been about to save an eighth of my salary every month. Not good. Taking out utilities and food for the month that's 1/3 of my monthly paycheck gone. So that leaves me with....nuninuninu...if I want so save 1/3 of my money each month then I must survive on...200 a month. Hmmm...sounds like a lot....ok...it's doable...that's...oh ok...40 a week. Not so bad...lemme seeeee....5 a day? Things are not looking so bright. I'm taking off my shades. *Sigh*

Read the fine print

Mike is off this weekend and on these rare occasions we try and go out (for the sake of our utterly nonexistent social life). Going out usually means movies...so anyway...I feel a bit cheated with what we saw. Note to self, next time you go watch a movie, don't forget to read the fine print. I will unabashedly admit that the reason I went to see this movie is because it starred Mark Wahlberg and Matt Damon *cheesy grin*. The first 15 minutes of the film and I wanted to go home but Mike was enjoying the film... It was a copy of Internal Affairs, a movie I really really liked. It was so disappointing because the whole time I was watching I just felt cheated. Coming home I looked at the summary of the movie and there buried amongst the story and plot line was *remake of the 2002 Hong Kong hit film* Dang... If I didn't see Internal Affairs I would've probably enjoyed this film but as it goes I have seen the original and there's just no comparison. The ending's been changed too to suit American ideals. *Booo hiss hiss* The saving grace I thought was Leonardo's (yes we're on a first name basis here) performance. He was good and I don't even like him. I really like The Godfather, too bad Martin Scorsese had no other scripts and had to copy off another chinese cult film. Tsk.

Oh my! A year of blogging! Yey for me! I didn't think I could keep it up.

I thought you were Spanish...

I've given in. I finally went to see the doctor on Monday to have my finger checked. I was starting to worry that it wouldn't heal properly and I'd lose the bendy finger that I love (ok I love all my fingers...I wouldn't want to part with any of them...). This was the same doctor who told me that my bout of chickenpox was a mild one. A week into it my face was just nightmare on elm street scary (I kid you not, Cindy saw me and just said *Oh my...*). So anyway, as he was checking my finger

Doctor: *Tsk I'm afraid I won't be able to do anything for the scars...*

Right. While he was checking his book to see which medicine he'll prescribe me, I decided to weigh myself using his official this-thing-doesn't-lie weighing scale. NOOOOOO! I've gained 13 kilos in the past 6 months. That's approximately 2 kilos a month good lord! So my good doctor suddenly says...

Doctor: *You're overweight...*

Yah think? Yo...the finger!

Doctor: *You need to quit smoking.*

Yes doctor....my finger?

Doctor: *I'm going to send you to a clinic to have blood tests, you might have some hormone problems...*

Ok, so I'm really supposed to be a guy...finger?

Doctor: *Oh and come back 2:30 this afternoon so the nurse can clean and bandage your finger.*

Can't you do it? It's 11 am.

Doctor: *She'll do it for you.*

Is that red tape or whaaaat? So nu-ni-nu-ni-nu not so little me decided to window shop in chav city Primark. Waiting in line a chavvy grandma went straight up the queue...

I was waiting in line.

Chavvy grandma: There's no line, it's just you who's waiting, besides you should've gone in and waited there.

Ladidadidaaaah.

Chavvy grandma: Besides I only have one skirt and you have 3 things in your hand.

You know what? Never mind...you go ahead.

Chavvy grandma: Silleh gurl.

Hearing her say that I couldn't help but repeat it in her accent. Silleh...silleh? I was fortunate enough to get a space beside her so while I was singing silleh silleh silleeeeeeh she got pissed off. Hmmm...what a wonderful day this is turning out to be.

Afternoon with the nurse comes.

Nurse with her nose hair sticking out: *Why are you here?*

The doctor told me to come back so you can bandage my finger and instruct me on how to use the medicine.

Nurse with her nose hair sticking out: *Can't you read english?*

Right.

Nurse with her nose hair sticking out: *I'm going to prescribe you some medicine. Can you afford to pay for this?*

.....

I really didn't know how to react to the whole thing...but I was left with a moronic feeling the rest of the day. I've been treated with prejudice...for what I don't really know but that's how I felt. I'm not angry, I found the whole thing funny and puzzling really. It just verifies what I already know...you get racist abuse as long as the person you're dealing with lives in a small world. Or maybe it's when they have hair sticking out of your nose.

Today I got a call offering me free broadband. Yey! Finally free webspace and my own porn site! NOT.

Callcenter guy: *What accent is that? I thought you were Spanish...*

No I'm French really.

Callcenter guy: *Reeaallly? I could've sworn you were Spanish...*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAArgh!

So I am officially overweight again. How depressing. How horrible. I snuck a peek at nurse-with-hair-sticking-out-of-her-nose's monitor and it read...13 kilos overweight. Ideal weight is 60 kgs. I was whining about it to benboy who kindly offered me a healthier eating plan...lots of oats, no sugar and something something. Oats? Isn't that what horses eat? *Grin* Ok I give in, I've bought a box of original quaker oats unsweetened no flavor whatsoever healthy food. Like what I used to have for breakfast back when I was a kid, not pleasant. However, for the sake of my health, sanity and vanity...I will do it. Oh yeah six meals a day so I don't get hungry. I was sharing this with Ed who promptly replies...

Ed: *...that doesn't work...*

Really? Why not?

Ed: *I tried it...I just got fatter.*

Uhm...when you say six meals a day. Where those meals with rice and the full shebang?

Ed: *OF COURSE! I'm from da Philippines, you can't have a meal without rice.*

Heheheh...thanks for making my day.

Weekend spree

I spent Saturday and Sunday shopping for clothes. Woohoo! Considering that I am strapped for cash, I shouldn't really be doing this but... I don't shop that often and I had to restock my wardrobe for this coming winter. Yeah yeah yeah...excuses excuses. Cindy drove to bluewater...it's a huge american sized mall...except it's full of chavs. We had a great time trying on clothes (how utterly shallow but absolutely fun). And then we got lost going back to the car. I told you it was a huge mall.

Sunday was brunch with Philana and Winnie. *The pretty lady* as my mom calls her. She's gorgeous and funny as ever. Afterwards another round of shopping on oxford street. The weather was horrible but that didn't stop us.

So...moving on...

My finger is just not good. Cindy took me to A&E last Saturday because apparently it's a second degree burn. *Gulp* The head of the burn department came to see me. She told me to move my finger often or else it'll curl up when it heals and I won't be able to use it properly again. I cringe everytime I see my finger. Scared. I hope this heals...and my finger becomes ok again. Looking at it...it doesn't seem likely. Scary.