Antiquing

I love antiques. It's wired how all these junks look so gloriously unique in places like antique shops and market. I must train my eyes well to avoid true junks and get something interesting, but at the moment am just enjoying my struggle to dodge craps in antique-y battle field.

It's almost my mum's birthday, and it's a good excuse to splash the money I don't have, on something I shouldn't need. Got up this morning at 4.50am, and I set off to Kempton Park.

I wanted to find a few things, one / two of which were for my mother, and the rest was for me but I knew I wouldn't find them, as eBay would be more likely place to have them for half the price they'd bare in Kempton.

So I got myself a couple of demitasse cups by Alka. My mum would like them enough, that's alright then.

Then I walked through crowds looking for porceline wash basins. Well, there was nothing I could afford there anyway. Then I stumbled upon a pile of tiles. They were genuine Art Deco tiles, some of which was broken, but had sets that consist patterns like a long stemmed plant.
"How much are they?"
"20 quid."
"Each?" (Well, that's how much they'd cost in eBay.)
"Oh, no, the whole lot." (There were about 11 of them.)

Are you freakin' kidding me, 20 for them all??

They were beautiful. They worth well over 200 quid, but priced 20, I can buy them!! But what the heck am I going to do with them, use them as place mats?

Then this Asian guy who overheard us just nipped through between us with an apple core in his hand. Seller looked at me,
"They are all his,"
I gestured. He got them all in a whim.

Man, that's a darn good deal, I wished I had some wall I can use them on. They were a perfect example of Art Deco interior materials. And it was the first moment I considered myself to be a novice antique buff. Hey I know something that's completely useless to day-to-day life but is so precious to some of us. I am getting to be the king of geek, very soon, just you wait.

PAO.

Holy Mother of

This girl walked into my pub and I was thinking how 2 people can look the same way, this one looked like the girl I had crush on in my college. She was so beautiful, and I thought she looked so special. Now this girl in front of me had very similar face, and I guess this type of face can be found on many people.

Well, she actually looked very much like her, but there was no recognition in her reaction when she saw me so it couldn't be her. Besides what would she be doing here, it's 15 miles away from our college town, in the middle of nowhere.

Tonight, the same girl walked in with a guy. I thought pretty much the same. This girl I knew back in college had the purest name, like, let's say, "Clear Rivers" or something. Cannot say her real name here, but she was this very, very pretty girl with very, very virginal name. She was decent acting girl and not at all slutty. Then she hooked up with a guy called James while we were on a school trip to South Italy, while James's room mates were still in their room. We all heard from poor Nick who had to sleep in the next bed while they were at it like a couple of rabbits. And it was supposed to be a holiday romance as James had a girlfriend of 5 years, but it was very obvious that they carried on after the trip.

Then it was my turn to take their orders, so I went up to them. The guy ordered first, then casually said,
"Clear, how about you?"
I held my pen and the pad and said,
"You are Clear?"
She nodded.
"Clear Rivers?"

I would not be able to stay in the pub if I were her. It is too embarrassing. I would DIE if my past haunt me down 15 miles away from my town in the middle of nowhere.

Then again, that's probably why I never do anything that I'd regret. Ha-ha. Cheers, Clear.