||[Sep. 21st, 2006|06:14 pm]
So I'm going to complain/whinge/bitch/rant. Mainly whinge. On the way home, in the car, Ramon and Jan were talking about their girlfriends and anniversaries and presents and going out. Jan's broke and it's his 4th year with Michelle.
Jan is stressing out because he doesn't know what to give Michelle, after all the jewellery and flowers and chocolates and lovey-dovey stuff (okay, those are the things I know) he's given her before. I remember, Jan got Mich this heart necklace. I think he's given her another necklace ever since and earings and a bracelet for birthdays and anniversaries. If I heard Jan correctly (he was driving, the stereo was on, I was on the backseat), he's considering a necklace for this anniv because "she can't seem to find the right one" for a particular outfit. I have another friend like that-- gives jewellery to his girlfriends.. and then they break up with him (haha). I remember, for my 18th birthday, the boys got me a pretty bracelet.
Ramon got Lucy a watch that he had engraved. He was really happy and excited about it. I think I'll check Luc's wrist next time I see her. Then, he was saying something about a hotel, how he wanted to get the other place for Lucy's 21st, but settled for The Meriton instead.
Ramon and Lucy, from observation, have the same relationship that I had with a particular ex-boyfriend: Ramon takes Lucy shopping; they eat at the foodcourt, eat here, eat there, eat this, eat that; buy thoughtful, sometimes expensive, sometimes cheap presents.. no issue with money-- anything for him/her ("issue" in the sense that it doesn't matter how expensive it is or how cheap it is or even though i don't have money because I didn't work last week. It didn't matter).
We drop off Ramon at Blacktown Station because he's going to Parramatta with Lucy. I asked Jan what he and Michelle does when they're together and he says something that is sooo true: everywhere we go, it's 'eating' that we worry about-- we get to Westfield, we eat first. We go to the beach and Michelle asks what we're going to eat. Of course we're going to have fish and chips, but we tend to stress or worry when. Haha. Tell me you can relate! Going out, you're going to have to eat. It revolves around eating. Food's good.
So besides eating, what do you do?
Oh, we ice skate, watch dvd's at my place, go for a drive. Mainly Wollonggong, just enjoying the view.
As Jan and I were talking about this, I couldn't help thinking that Felix and I don't do anything. While my friends treat their girlfriends out to "eat" and give jewellery and chocolates and flowers and take them shopping, I get a boyfriend who refuses to get a haircut (and has grown hair just like my ex-boyfriend) and shaves only so that he looks neat for work. I get to wait until 10pm only to watch him slowly fall asleep on the couch. I get to eat at second-hand restaurants (restaurants that he has taken his ex's before). I get to eat kebab for dinner (or some other meaty food. fyi, i'm not a big meat eater). I've memorised that it takes a 10-12 minute drive on the M4 before the parramatta exit and another 9 minutes from Sound Master at Woodville Rd to his place. I get text message greetings for our monthly's. I've managed to make a "hole" on the sofa in front of the tv. I've discovered my love for watching tv and movies alone at night. I've learned how to stop shopping. I've let go of the importance of photographs for memories. I found plenty of time to dream to go to different places and do so many things.
So is it okay that I'm just a teeny-weeny bit complaining? Sometimes, it's okay, but really, I think I just got used to it already that it doesn't matter anymore. Maybe I just miss my fun and happy self.
I'm going out tomorrow. By myself.
ps. JOHN MAYER IS COMING TO SYDNEY. I MUST WATCH HIM. Want to come?