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As I put my pen down, signalling the end to our final exam and my final year of being a first year at university, well what can I say? I'm already 20% of an engineer and a successful business woman (a bit complacent there).
I took a big breath, it was a breath filled with freedom and adventure (woohoo! I'm going overseas in 2 weeks time!), no more was it the reek of cups of dried espresso that filled my nostrils whilst I lay in bed at night nor was in the dread of late night cramming, instead, I smelt the warm, friendly yet enlivening scent of summer and what new memories and experiences it will bring along this time. Summer 2013 baby, it's going to be unforgettable.
Being an adventurer and all, we had to toughen through heavy rain and eventually-soaked-jeans, through nonchalantly watching water sprinklers wash out rain water off tennis courts and walking the wrong way..twice, through trudging up hills and contemplating whether to jump into puddles but not bothering to in the end, through grumbly mumbly tummies and getting distracted by cute dogs, and through talking about Simon’s fascination with Lego blocks and cheesy science documentaries, we looked up and finally, we finally made it to Ikea.
There is something I realised. When you are with your best friend, you can talk about whatever weirdness and shibbyshabbiness you have on your mind and not give a single worry in the world about what they will think about you. It's a comforting sort of feeling and a special one at it too.
We were drenched, and I mean, omg-people-are-looking-at-us drenched. Our hair was matted in rain water and we looked like singing in the rain hobos!
The entrance leading up to Ikea looked like a staircase to heaven… this isn't even a cliché I’m using for the purpose of using a cliché. Ikea damn looked like it came straight out of my crazy dreams. The pristine clean environment, the lighting, the colouring of the interiors, restaurants boxed within glass rooms, restaurant filled with toy tables and chairs, 5 dollars for a pack of chocolates, it was all to dreamy to be true. The environment didn’t seem real either, all the other places I’ve been to never ever make their environment look so.... not sure what the word is but, I can tell that they put a lot of effort into the interior design of this place and it made me a feel a little weird, surreal even. Seeing as Ikea is all about interior design and furniture, I suppose they held the upper hand when it came to designing their own buildings to make it welcoming and appealing and that something that most other buildings lack.. DAMMIT, I CAN'T FIND MY WORDS.. time to take up reading more books again now it's the holidays!
I’m not sure, I guess I just really enjoy my surroundings and how it makes me feel ><
Simon showed me around Ikea’s restaurant.. boy.. everything is all pretty DIY. They have room-sized boxes spotted around the restaurant for ‘nappy changing’ ‘putting dishes in’ ‘extra chairs’ and what not. Simon and I sat down with our food to munch up, the food was quite nice :) a tad dear, but it was edible food. I kept refilling up on my cup of warm milk, which caused me to visit the restroom a number of times within a given certain time frame (being very specific here). Cue exploration of Ikea!
I think it's the fact that I'm an aesthetic and that I pay great attention to my surroundings, it was these two factors that drew me to the bedrooms display at Ikea. I was.. inlove with those bedrooms.. it looked as though their pixels were extracted straight from a post off Tumblr and combined right infront of my eyes into something that's real instead of just a figment of your imagination. Ikea's a strange place... a place of dreams!
Following the arrows on the ground, we made our way out of Ikea and back onto the cold, dark streets of Richmond.
On the way to the train stop, Simon told me scary stories about dead grandpas D: But that didn't give me much of a surprise as catching a glimpse of a flurry of activity forming before my eyes, I saw a knot of people and sensed some hype going on, then I saw a person separate from the knot and walk away.. and that's when I realised that.. HE IS ANDY LEE FROM HAMISH AND ANDY......... AFTER HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!!
When we caught up to him, Andy was about to enter a bar, he was talking with a few mates before he went in.
This is the person that has travelled the world, gone on daring adventures, done the craziest things with his best mate Hamish, slept in a haunted castle in Scotland with Hamish and decided to record farts on ghost tracking devices for the whole night, he and Hamish have taught me about conversing and made me and rest of Australia giggle ourselves silly, this man was an explorer, a dare devil, and I wanted to be like him.
When I was standing literally 3 meters away from him...
Me: Simon, let's just observe from afar..
Simon: Hell No girlfran (obviously not what he said just me making Simon sound ghetto), GO ASK FOR A PHOTO WITH HIM, GO!
So that's when I thought, this is now or never, was I scared? Heck yes, I was excited, scared, shocked, but I knew what I had to -terminator Tina mode activated-. I squeezed myself through Andy's friends and poked Andy on the arm , he looked down at me which is when I asked if I could take a pic with him, he said yes without a moment's hesitation, and he put his arm around my waist and Simon helped me take a photo :D After that, I said goodbye to Andy, he said goodbye too, but it wasn't like one of those.. kthanksbye goodbyes, he actually gave me a whole-hearted/sustained goodbye, like I said goodbye and he turned back and said goodbye without making it seem like he was trying to brush me off because he had better things to do then deal with everyday people. That has gained my respect.. think about it, your average non-celeb friends brush you off like a fly, yet someone as famous/popular as Andy Lee would turn back to say goodbye whilst he made his way into the bar with his mates..
It makes me wonder if we should all take a leaf from Andy's book.
After we walked away I could not stop myself from jumping and down like a little school girl! Oh my goodness!!! What were the chances, really? What if we left Ikea a little earlier? or a little later? Or decided to take a different route? What if Simon wasn't telling me scary stories and I was so alert of my surroundings? What if Simon wasn't there to push me to approach Andy?!!
But overall, this was an amazing start to my holidays :) AMAZING I TELL YOU! I
Simon and I took a train ride back home and parted ways at the train station to go home.
Being an daring adventurer can be quite tiring.
Before nodding off to sleep, I thoght about all the adventures me and my partner in crime got up today, and what a brand new tomorrow will bring us. It's an exciting life, being a daring adventurer and all.
I took a big breath, it was a breath filled with freedom and adventure (woohoo! I'm going overseas in 2 weeks time!), no more was it the reek of cups of dried espresso that filled my nostrils whilst I lay in bed at night nor was in the dread of late night cramming, instead, I smelt the warm, friendly yet enlivening scent of summer and what new memories and experiences it will bring along this time. Summer 2013 baby, it's going to be unforgettable.
Being an adventurer and all, we had to toughen through heavy rain and eventually-soaked-jeans, through nonchalantly watching water sprinklers wash out rain water off tennis courts and walking the wrong way..twice, through trudging up hills and contemplating whether to jump into puddles but not bothering to in the end, through grumbly mumbly tummies and getting distracted by cute dogs, and through talking about Simon’s fascination with Lego blocks and cheesy science documentaries, we looked up and finally, we finally made it to Ikea.
There is something I realised. When you are with your best friend, you can talk about whatever weirdness and shibbyshabbiness you have on your mind and not give a single worry in the world about what they will think about you. It's a comforting sort of feeling and a special one at it too.
Simon and his bike and me.. running weirdly.
We were drenched, and I mean, omg-people-are-looking-at-us drenched. Our hair was matted in rain water and we looked like singing in the rain hobos!
The entrance leading up to Ikea looked like a staircase to heaven… this isn't even a cliché I’m using for the purpose of using a cliché. Ikea damn looked like it came straight out of my crazy dreams. The pristine clean environment, the lighting, the colouring of the interiors, restaurants boxed within glass rooms, restaurant filled with toy tables and chairs, 5 dollars for a pack of chocolates, it was all to dreamy to be true. The environment didn’t seem real either, all the other places I’ve been to never ever make their environment look so.... not sure what the word is but, I can tell that they put a lot of effort into the interior design of this place and it made me a feel a little weird, surreal even. Seeing as Ikea is all about interior design and furniture, I suppose they held the upper hand when it came to designing their own buildings to make it welcoming and appealing and that something that most other buildings lack.. DAMMIT, I CAN'T FIND MY WORDS.. time to take up reading more books again now it's the holidays!
I’m not sure, I guess I just really enjoy my surroundings and how it makes me feel ><
In the restaurant, getting told off by the manager.
Simon's own kitchen, who knew he had such great.. 'taste' ahhaaha.
Weird Lambert moment.
I had a dream that I was given the title 'Weird Eyes'
Playing Tetris in my office.
I think it's the fact that I'm an aesthetic and that I pay great attention to my surroundings, it was these two factors that drew me to the bedrooms display at Ikea. I was.. inlove with those bedrooms.. it looked as though their pixels were extracted straight from a post off Tumblr and combined right infront of my eyes into something that's real instead of just a figment of your imagination. Ikea's a strange place... a place of dreams!
Following the arrows on the ground, we made our way out of Ikea and back onto the cold, dark streets of Richmond.
On the way to the train stop, Simon told me scary stories about dead grandpas D: But that didn't give me much of a surprise as catching a glimpse of a flurry of activity forming before my eyes, I saw a knot of people and sensed some hype going on, then I saw a person separate from the knot and walk away.. and that's when I realised that.. HE IS ANDY LEE FROM HAMISH AND ANDY......... AFTER HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!!
When we caught up to him, Andy was about to enter a bar, he was talking with a few mates before he went in.
This is the person that has travelled the world, gone on daring adventures, done the craziest things with his best mate Hamish, slept in a haunted castle in Scotland with Hamish and decided to record farts on ghost tracking devices for the whole night, he and Hamish have taught me about conversing and made me and rest of Australia giggle ourselves silly, this man was an explorer, a dare devil, and I wanted to be like him.
When I was standing literally 3 meters away from him...
Me: Simon, let's just observe from afar..
Simon: Hell No girlfran (obviously not what he said just me making Simon sound ghetto), GO ASK FOR A PHOTO WITH HIM, GO!
So that's when I thought, this is now or never, was I scared? Heck yes, I was excited, scared, shocked, but I knew what I had to -terminator Tina mode activated-. I squeezed myself through Andy's friends and poked Andy on the arm , he looked down at me which is when I asked if I could take a pic with him, he said yes without a moment's hesitation, and he put his arm around my waist and Simon helped me take a photo :D After that, I said goodbye to Andy, he said goodbye too, but it wasn't like one of those.. kthanksbye goodbyes, he actually gave me a whole-hearted/sustained goodbye, like I said goodbye and he turned back and said goodbye without making it seem like he was trying to brush me off because he had better things to do then deal with everyday people. That has gained my respect.. think about it, your average non-celeb friends brush you off like a fly, yet someone as famous/popular as Andy Lee would turn back to say goodbye whilst he made his way into the bar with his mates..
It makes me wonder if we should all take a leaf from Andy's book.
After we walked away I could not stop myself from jumping and down like a little school girl! Oh my goodness!!! What were the chances, really? What if we left Ikea a little earlier? or a little later? Or decided to take a different route? What if Simon wasn't telling me scary stories and I was so alert of my surroundings? What if Simon wasn't there to push me to approach Andy?!!
But overall, this was an amazing start to my holidays :) AMAZING I TELL YOU! I
Simon and I took a train ride back home and parted ways at the train station to go home.
Being an daring adventurer can be quite tiring.
Before nodding off to sleep, I thoght about all the adventures me and my partner in crime got up today, and what a brand new tomorrow will bring us. It's an exciting life, being a daring adventurer and all.
fobby engrish
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