Wow my blog is getting quite intense. So, today I’m taking a chill pill. Came back from school again knackered and laid on my bed for 20minutes white caving. Thank God, after taking a shower, I entered a room smelling of goodness when my roomie offered to cook spaghetti. Oh, an answered prayer. And as I was summoned to look for a can opener, I found myself in Little Korea with all my Korean neighbours chattering excitedly, holding my hand, interdigitation-style, patting my back and seeing their shocked expression when I would proclaim my random Korean phrases (like hwa jang shil and pap joo say yo). It was fun and I hope (and not at the same time) that they would let me into their circle or coolness. And not really also because, I don’t know how to respect elders, be polite and submit to men in the proper Korean way.
Anyways, enough about that. Let’s talk about something random.
I am remembering Borders at Canberra Centre today. It’s a great bookstore. With the rain today, the laziness after work and wanting to curl up with a good book and people watch. Which reminds me of Marie. Who used to wait for me at Borders when we made dates to meet at Canberra Centre. Which reminds me of the most amazing notebook she gave me on my last day in Australia with tons of blank pages. My favourite book is one with blank pages so I can write and draw and Marie totally read my mind with that. I love Marie.
Which reminds me of all the silly little things we did. Carefree and careless until 2 weeks before the exams when we realised we had to study and locked ourselves in the library the whole day.
1. Cinema Adventures
This would be a story I’d tell my grandkids (if I have grandkids). Marie and I liked movies. A lot. Problem is cinema tickets cost $12 a seat at Dendy’s. Way more than we could afford. We quickly learnt a better way around that. On Fridays when we both didn’t have class, we would pick a movie we’d really like that was showing in the morning or early afternoon. After 2 hours of blissful enjoyment, Marie and I would leave the theatre and walk right into another one. It was always a pleasant surprise. Like winning the lottery. And that is how, my friends, I watched Indiana Jones, The Counterfeiters and other delights. By the time we emerged from our dungeon of darkness and delight, it would be almost always dusk. Perfect timing for dinner and dessert. And we would go home saying that would be the last time we’d watch free movies and waste our youth again.
2. Cycling on Sundays
Church was on Saturday afternoons. So on Sunday mornings, Marie and I would drag our bikes out for a cycle and attempt to get somewhere exciting and far – singing Sunday Morning by Maroon 5 of course. We’d never quite make it to our destination but we’d always find interesting things along the way. Once, we chanced upon the Vintage Car Show in the middle of a field outside Parliament Hill. That was pretty neat.
3. Great Ocean Escapade
Marie’s from Melbourne. Wow that sounds like I just made Marie up. Melbourne Marie of meticulously made-up imaginings. Marie’s real. Anyways, Marie, Shernie and myself made a trip down to Marvellous Melbourne once. And it was very delightful. It was also delightful to go down to Geelong and the Great Ocean Road with carefree abandon, hop on a public bus and drift from town to town. I have a picture of myself walking with Marie, clad in sunglasses, 2 pigtails, a flower in my hair and ready for adventure. We collected stories about the hot fish and chip shop boys, cycling along the coast, going to the grocers for milk and cereal and sitting right on the sandy beach eating breakfast. It was carefree, delicious and decadently refreshing.
4. Lug Dug
So our friend, Aaron, studied some sort of science. It involved learning about the human heart and one day he described his Prof explaining the pumping of the heart as lug dug lug dug lug dug lug dug… And for some reason, it stuck in our vocabulary.
Lug Dug (n)
a. A crush or boy you fancy. Also used for potential pursuers or aesthetically pleasing boy that makes your heart go “lug dug lug dug”.
James McAvoy is quite lug dug.
b. Could also be used in platonic relationships as a form of sisterly love.
Marie, I lug dug you.
5. Road Trips
Not where did we go but where did we not go? Mode of transport: Shelley, Aaron’s beat up car. All you need is an ipod and we’re good to go. Anywhere, anytime, singing our lungs out!
Oh the indulgences of youth. These memories make me happy. Reminds me of the endless summers, roads to nowhere and friends who are willing to take chances into the unknown. They remind me that I don’t have to have everything under control. They remind me that God’s got my back and always has. And I should just enjoy the ride because I’m not the one driving this train called life. Sometimes, when we don’t set out to accomplish anything in particular, that’s when you make the memories of a lifetime.
Postscript: wow, that last paragraph was so cheesy!
mozzarella - yum!
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