The Good Ol’ Times

I went to dinner with BRuCE  (an acronym I haven’t used in MONTHS, so for those who aren’t familiar with it, it stands for Bianca, Ruyi (my Chinese name), Carmaine and Eunice. We were like the Awesome Foursome in high school. Alongside with these three, there were the two Danis, Dani and D.P., and Andrew.

It wasn’t that we had more laughs or anything like that – laughs are had with any group of good friends – but it was that familiar feeling. Like when you ride a bike after a long time not riding it and you realize, fuck yeah, bikes are awesome! Or when you discover some food you loved as a kid, and when you eat it you’re worried you won’t like it as much as you did back then, only to realize that the food is still great.

Everyone was as I remembered them – Eunice arrived late and shared enthusiasm over Bones and Glee, Dani was dressed well and had very random references to movies (and dressed well), D.P., ate a lot and was very happy all the time, Andrew made fun of Carmaine and myself but in the end was still the only guy there, Bianca was all smiles and knowledgeable insights and pleasured groans when eating cookies, and Carmaine was tall. Hahaha tall.

After nearly 8 months of not hanging out, I think it was this dinner that sort of re-opened that need for reunions and get-togethers – at least for me it was. I’m looking forward to the next time everyone managed to get some time off.

Anyway, I’m stuffed on carbohydrates – pizza and pasta for dinner – and I have a few more errands to run in anticipation for tomorrow (Steven’s BBQ) so I’ll cut this short.

Alex.

Silky Smooth, Lips As Sweet As Candy

[What It Feels Like For A Girl – Glee Cast cover, original by Madonna]

Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be

I think up until this point in my life, I’ve mostly totally admired every aspect of only two people, and those are Dani and April. But seeing as I already wrote one to Dani, I think April deserves a mention here.

Dear April,

As much as I chastise you about being a vegetarian, and complain that you treat me like crap, I actually don’t care much about the latter, and immensely admire you for the former. Though you never exactly had steak swimming in your bloodstream, it would have taken some effort to not eat meat, am I right?

From the moment I met you, you were independent and you were supportive of others even though at times you had nothing yourself. This, if anything, had grown in the past 4 years. You never got so angry at my stupidity back in Yr 9 and 10 to the point where you blew up at me (I can recall one or two occasions where you pushed the brink). And, yes, har har I’m still stupid now, but you agree I’ve gotten better right?

I say that I wish I could be you, not meaning that I wish I had your life, but I wished I had your traits. I wish that I am as brave and independent as you (yes, I can hear you say JUST GET AWAY FROM THE TV/COMPUTER SCREEN AND DO IT), and that I have that knack of having people fall in love with me from the get-go – in other words, I wish I had “summin goin’ on”. I wish that, even under stress, I can figure out solution to problems without resorting to yelling at people, and that I could eat as cleanly as a mouse, and that I have grand plans for my future that isn’t restricted by any parental of self doubts.

It would be a comfort to think that, even to a tiny extent, I’d given you support and comfort to what you have given me. I try to imagine going through high school without those aimless walks to the canteen, and those stupid jokes, and it makes me shudder. I think it was mostly due to you that I didn’t live through that typical emo-kid highschool spiel.

A few hiccups aside, you are, I think, the quintessential “Role Model Auntie”. I know you hate kids, but let’s for a moment say that there is a bunch of cats that need a good hoomin role model. I think that you are the perfect candidate to make them into fantastic lolcats. I am trying to say that any kid that goes through your education will come out strange but definitely an outstanding member of society. I mean look at me.

I love you, April MC.

Alex.

Where Our Roots Have Grown So Deep

[This Is Our Town – We The Kings]

Today I caught up with 2 groups for reunions (coincidental planning), and dragged Jac along with me.

Dressed in the new hoodie I bought at Chadstone, I waited 2 extra trains for the as-ever-late Jac. We got to the city, where she went to do some Uni thing, and I waited for everyone to arrive.

Gil (Pearl, but I cal her Gil) and Pal arrived first, and they went to get crepes. Shortly after them, Cathy, Sisi, Alex+Jack (twins, who I will refer to as Jalex) and Cathy’s boyfriend Carey arrived, and we all decided what we’d do. We agreed on going to Chaplin to karaoke, as we did the last time we all caught up, but after FINALLY walking there we realized the place doesn’t open until 3 in the afternoon. So instead we went to the bowling venue in Melb Central, which had a lovely interior, with chandeliers and all that jazz. Jac came along halfway through the game, and we both watched (having bowled just the previous day) the others bowl.

Highlight? Gil’s thin fragile-looking arm seemed to snap back everytime she tried to bowl. It scared the crap out of me, and everyone else when I brought their attention to it. Pal pwned everyone, the underdog and what not.

I mucked around a lot while watching everyone bowl, including stealing Cathy’s hat and messing up her hair (she responded with tickling me) and also attempting to tickle/poke Gil at every chance I got. Then, when I went to hug Cathy, she freaking lifted me off the floor and laughed at my “flailing arms and legs”. Well she got her comeuppance when later her and Carey started playing DDR, and her failure rendered a completely random kid (around 4 or 5) coming up and trying to help her.

After that, we decided to go to lunch. Some people wanted Nandos chips, some wanted KFC chicken, some wanted sushi, some wanted Hungry Jack’s – but mostly Pal, Gil and me just wanted chilli food. So we all went our separate ways to buy the bits of food we wanted, and then all came together and feasted at Nandos – which probably wasn’t very nice to them but we DID buy stuff from them.

Jalex work at the Melbourne Aquarium, and they told us the story about how some people got drunk, snuck into the aquarium and went shark-diving at 3 am while plastered. Then, as conversations with the twins always do, sex-ed got brought up. The poor, innocent Jac sat at the end of the table mouth gaping open in shock.

After lunch, they headed to Chaplin but to our shock we realized that Jac and I were late. So after parting our ways at Elizabeth Street, Jac and I went back down to Glen to meet up with my 2nd reunion (yes Jac got dragged along to that as well).

The 2nd reunion was with the Glen Waverley train line from back in high school, and having shown up 1 hour late I was still greeted warmly by everyone. Nat had died her hair, Bee’s fringe had grown out, Carm’s hair is shorter, Eunice looked the same, Shaz still talked non-stop, Sneha got to meet the person who ACTUALLY went to the party she got tagged wrongly (by me) in, and Emily was still smiley as always.

Highlight? Nat was arguing against Shaz, and in a desperate attempt to win back a losing fight, she shouted to Shaz, “WELL YOU HAVE CAKE ON YOUR TEETH! HA TAKE THAT!”

We sat for about 40 minutes, but when Bee made acts of needing to leave, Jac and I decided to follow suit. We bid goodbye to everyone – me hoping to see them again, and them agreeing with what Dani said yesterday about how Jac looks like another MacRobbian – and bussed home. Now my feet hurt like fuck.

I will take pictures of my presents tomorrow, and edit the post later.

Alex.

Time flu…ahem flew…

I procrastinated rather guiltily last night, reading through my old blog posts instead of doing Legal homework. Soon it would be 1 year since I started blogging frequently.

I was reading through some of the first ones I wrote when I first started. There was that once when BRuCE sat outside the crepe place in the wind laughing loudly and having fun together. Or that time in assembly last year when Dani and I sat together and wondered at how there were only 6 weeks of school left…for Yr 11. And yet here I am now.

Relived Sale all over again. Every word brought back the amazing moments that we had in Sale, the drinking contest that Julia lost, Jen’s mozzie bite through the jeans…

I was going to relive those first few weeks of holidays too, the few days I spent with Bianca. But it all became too nostalgic. The knowledge of how close I am to the next big step in my life…

Well, Term 3 starts tomorrow. It’s my final full term ever. Soon I’ll be blogging about how we’re six weeks away from ACTUALLY graduating.

Alex.