I’d eat a crazy wing for ya

Today was Mela and my 2 month anniversary. For our 1st month I went to her house because she got food poisoning the night before. That time we cuddled up and watched movies under her blankets. Today we went out.

She had work in the afternoon, so I caught up with her in the last hour of her shift. I watched her stand behind the counter, not yet in her uniform, putting through game returns and trades. She was so small next to her two large manly coworkers.

We had a quick (McDonalds) lunch – it was McHappy Day we felt obliged – and took the bus up to Chadstone. We were both in very loving moods – after all, the past 2 months felt like a breezy dream, surely the next few would be just as easy!

We went perfume shopping, as she’d already bought me the entire series of Slam Dunk on DVD, and she really wants to try a new fragrance. We went around Myers spraying many many different bottles to find the perfect one, and after a good half hour or so, it was a toss up between DKNY Pure or DKNY Gold Delicious. We sprayed both on her neck, one on each side, and after letting it soak in for a while, we realized that Mela’s natural scent masked DKNY Pure too much. She seemed very happy with her present, and I was glad that at least this month I don’t have to worry about failing as a good girlfriend.

(Also, I know how our presents reflect the man/woman dichotomy. I did come across this Ralph Lauren one which I REALLY liked but it made her gag and feel nauseous so.)

Afterwards, we were going to eat at this Chinese restaurant, but the center was closing, so we had to go to Glenny. On the bus back, I remembered that Crazy Wing should have opened at Glenny, so instead of going to La Porchetta as we’d originally planned (because she’s never been and, it seems, still hasn’t been), we went to Crazy Wing. She was brave enough to want to eat two Crazy Wings by herself, but it seemed that the Glen Waverley branch uses much spicier mix than the one in the city, because she started tearing up badly, and when I tried to eat some for her, I was knocked over too.

I was so badly affected, in fact, that about 10 minutes after eating that, I started getting serious stomach cramps. I had to sit there and look like I was dying for about 10 more minutes, making Mela very worried about me. In the end we shook on it – we will never have Crazy Wing again, we’d only order their Spicy Honey or maybe a degree or two hotter, but never that. I also vowed to ban my dad from ever trying it – he has high blood pressure, and me eating it tonight made my ears pop with all the increased blood flow. It was bad.

Finally, after settling my stomach, we slowly walked back to the bus stop. On the bus, I sat by the window and saw her still waiting for her bus, so we texted each other from maybe 2 meters away. Ahhh the disgusting that is us.

Happy 2 months baby!

Alex.

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Just in case they’re wondering

[Baby, It’s Fact – Hellogoodbye]

You know…Winter is over technically I should be stopping the lyrics title. Alright, starting tomorrow.

Basically, on a sort of impromptu request went to Chadstone with Mela and her friend Ser- and only realized when I was on the bus towards the place that it was Chadstone VIP night and I don’t shop.

I suppose it was a good thing I did go, because Mela ended up getting some food poisoning. Poor thing threw up, and then got really cold. At least her dad came to pick her up from Chaddy (on the way giving me a ride home) and now she’s going to get home safely, because otherwise she’d have to take a long bus ride home.

But yes, now I will go tackle that one last not-that-difficult assessment, and then be free.

Alex.

She Sits On Fences

[Jenny – The Click Five]

I went to Chadstone to buy stuff today, and dragged Jac along. On the bus to the Glen, I saw Bianca walking along the road, so I pulled a creepy and asked her how her stroll was via text.

I also borrowed HP and the Deathly Hallows, so I will be reading it before the movie comes out!

After much walking and walking, I finally got a pair of jeans from Target (haha, yes, I know, but I had a gift voucher for that), and a top from Factorie. (The picture only shows the top, but the jeans look like the one I’m wearing anyway.)

Ew, I’m such a poser. I even have the camera in the shot.

There was a moment when I was trying to decide what Death Note Jac would be if she was one. As I have shotgunned L, I said Jac is Ryuk. She didn’t appreciate that because Ryuk isn’t good looking, so I kept thinking. Then I said, “Well you can’t be Light, because he is incredibly smart.” I took a step or two away in anticipation.

Ten seconds later, Jac shouted, “OH! OI!”

We were looking jeans and there was a kind that “accentuates and hugs your curves”. I laughed and said to Jac that there’s no point in her getting that kind anyway, because she “is too thin to have curves, but rather corners”. The amount of walking we did meant that Jac wanted to sit at a couch for nearly half an hour.

Tomorrow, it’s bowling! I get to see Dani and April again, as well as a few uni friends I haven’t seen in a while.

Alex.

Eunice’s Baptism

I suppose I could’ve titled this post with some form of dedication to God, but I’d be kidding myself.

Today was Eunice’s baptism. I picked up Carmaine and we went to the Wattle Park Chapel together. Saw Eunice and Pooki there, all dressed in their robes (robes?) and excited. I met Priscilla (okay look, different one from Fel’s, and I don’t know how to spell the name anymore) as well as Mandy. Everyone were rather friendly and happy. It’s a happy occasion.

Fel came in halfway through and had to leave halfway through. But mostly it was interesting sitting in the pews (pews? I am very clearly not religious) and listening to everyone’s testimony about how they found God. There were 11 people getting baptised today, and quite a few of them got really emotional halfway through. Good for them.

While the mood of the testimonies was really heavy, when the baptism actually came there seemed to be a huge weight lifted from the chapel (which, by the way, was a beautiful chapel. Carmaine and I both agreed on that). Pooki kicked off the baptisms, and Eunice was third. Her dad was the one who also helped (helped? Look…bear with me) baptise her, and when he started on his scripted part, he looked at Eunice meaningfully and said, “Eunice?”

“Yes?” said Eunice, staring straight back at her dad. It was such a serious moment between father and daughter that somehow made it kind of funny.

After the ceremony ended and photos began, Carmaine and I went and took some family shots and friend shots (I refrained from saying BRuCE shots as Bee wasn’t there). Then we left Eunice to sneeze into the flowers given to her, and we sat outside the chapel on the stairs and waited. We could hear Eunice inside laughing. Everytime Eunice laughed we both said to each other, “That was Eunice laughing.” So yeah, she does have a distinct laugh.

They went to Eunice’s place afterwards for a BBQ, I had to go to Chadstone with my parents (took the 767 which confused me for a bit as there were 2 bus stops within 30 meters of each other and I really didn’t see the point until luckily I realized my bus only goes to 1 of them). I got a Country Road bag. Yes, I remember how much I despise Country Road bags. But I want another bag other than my school bag, and frankly I’m not up for a long search through Chadstone to find a cheap bag that suits my needs. This one looks pretty good and, as my mom noted, it actually matches one of my jackets (red and black checkered one. The bag matches the jacket in the sense that it’s basically the same).

That’s it for today. 1 more week of holidays and unfortunately I’m going out most of the days so I don’t know when I’ll get a chance to actually finish/start my homework.

Alex.

Pilin’ boxes at the door, tryin’a block it

I can’t believe I actually forgot to update today. So this is a rather late entry for today.

Well, I was right yesterday, we stayed home today. I went online but of course no one was really on because, come on, it’s Boxing Day, everyone’s gone shopping.

I’m going out tomorrow, though, because mom still has to return a pair of shoes she bought. Well not so much return as exchange…because the clerk gave her two right feet. I don’t know. It’s just one of those crazy stupid things that are done by the same kind of people.

Hopefully tomorrow we will go to a good Yum Cha place for lunch. I haven’t had Yum Cha for a while, even though I have had my fair share of dumplings recently. We made a huge batch of them, ate them for nearly 2 weeks, and besides that Carmaine and Bee had wanted to go to a Chinese restaurant on the last day. So. Lots of dumplings.

I remember going to Knox’s (or was it Chadstone?) Myers on Boxing Day 2004. It was boring and we only managed to buy a toy bear, Patrick. I think that day was rather overshadowed in my memory by the fact that we had that tsunami in Indonesia and whatnot, and my friend was holidaying there at the time.

I also remember, it must’ve been 2001, because summer of 2002 I went back to China, or was it 2000? Anyway, I remember in the summer of 00/01, my cousin’s family from Canberra came over, and we went to the city on Boxing Day (now, back then, city was like, an awesome place you go to every once in a while for a treat. Unlike now. For school. And for general living.) and a few shops were closed but we went to Crown and we must’ve walked down Southbank (I didn’t know at the time, it was all a blur to me, basically in my head, Flinders St station was next door to Crown and Exhibition Centre). I was on the tram, and my cousin Julia (different Julia to the one I usually mention who is from my school, of course) was trying to explain what Boxing Day was, but I don’t think she knew it either. Seriously, what the hell is Boxing Day?

Speaking of Julia, I remember on the train back that day (now, it had to have been 2001, because that year we went to Melbourne Zoo. Why the hell do I sound like an old grandma recollecting childhood memories?) it was one of the old ones, I think they all were the old ones back then, and the driver for some reason kept on sounding the horn so Julia and I sang along to that. Okay we were numbskulls. I was also 10. Back then we lived near the Glen, so it was a walk from dinner on Kings Way. We went to Rock Kung (I remember for the following reason) and Julia and I took home the refresher hand towels. We pretended that the air was poisonous and we had to cover our mouths with the hand towels, and we made a racket walking home screaming to each other “NO YOU HAVE TO KEEP YOUR MOUTH COVERED!”

See? Good memories. I think the last time that Julia came over was just before I started MacRob, so summer of ’05. I haven’t seen her since then. I kind of wish they’d come over again (‘cos like hell I’m going to Canberra. If they met us halfway at Sydney maybe) but apparently mom and Julia’s dad, mom’s brother, are having some kind of misunderstanding that Frank, Julia’s dad, doesn’t know about. I mean, it’s stupid because our house is actually rather large now (the last time they came over Julia and I slept on the study floor. While we still don’t exactly have enough beds, we have more bloody room). But I guess it’s all for the best. I mean, what is the kind of person I am now, if family comes over they’d just complain about my hair in my eyes, or the way I talk, or whatever.

Well this turned out to be a long blog.

Hey, a small bit of info about me you might not have known: I love stuffed animals. Soft fur, huggable, either small enough so I can make it a puppet in my hand (small) or large enough to bear hug. I don’t want any hard limbs, I want the really soft kind, with an open and cute face. I have 3 teddy bears (as well as a tiger, a rattlesnake, a dog, a Tassie devil, a Toyota penguin, a very large duck and of course the dog that Viv gave me this year. All of the abovementioned animals are named after their specie, ie Tiger, Snake, Dog, Taz, Toyota, Duck, and I called the new dog Andrew…guess why. And the bears are Patrick, Ranger – being a ranger bear – and Bear).

Wasn’t that edge-of-your-seat-interesting?

Hey, whoever comments, tell me something about yourself that I don’t know.

De Fluffe, Out.