...we all need a little tenderness...

Currently listening to: The Heart of the Matter - India Arie

.gengnyamuk.
Melbourne CBD, July 19 2008

Here's to a very good weekend, and a cold, blissfully eventful Saturday night in dear ol' Melbourne.
*raises a glass of champagne*

Oh alright that was actually plain water not alcohol but whatever.
Gahh. All is well, all is well. *puts glass down*

It's just past midnight and I'm exhausted.
Been wandering around the city area all day long with my usual pack of favorite people, just having a good time together, existing with pride as a foursome at first, then switching into different five-unit combinations later on during the day. I was basically on some kind of a crazy mission, attempting to satisfy my more-than-acute sugar-craving to no avail. And in the end, after a senseless marathon of chocolate and waffle and ice-cream and coffee and a bowl of udon and a glazed donut all throughout the day, I feel as if I've just, like, eaten the whole world or something.

*burps*
Ooops. Okay that's gross.
Anyways. As I was saying...

Quick recap!

We started off at QV's always-irresistible Max Brenner *drools at the thought*, where we spent like three full hours laughing our asses off to a whole bunch of nonsense jokes and what-have-you. Then after walking around the complex for a while, we set off to Starbucks at The Westin, where we spent another hour chatting and laughing and shouting and taking pictures, and basically noise-polluting the place. *laughs*

After a dinner full of laughs at Kaneda, we went to Bourke Street to go see the designer displays currently set up on the windows of Myer. Then we stopped by the ever-pleasant-to-the-eye Federation Square to, again, take pictures and fool around for a bit, before finally going across the street to Flinders Street station to meet Karin and went home after a long day.

This was when something really interesting happened.
Drumrolls please? *grins*

Mental note: NEVER travel alone on a Melbourne train late at night, especially on Saturdays, for wacky things may happen on the way and probably scare you to death.

This is more or less what happened to us.
We had only been sitting inside the train for like, I dunno, five minutes at that time, and were basically taking our time chattering about random stuff when this young Aussie guy suddenly barged into our compartment, shouting and swearing and randomly banging on stuff like a lunatic dog let loose or something.

He was making all sorts of banging noises on the doors and seats and was all like, "RAAAAAAAAHHHHH! I AM GOING TO *beep beep beep* HER!"

Do notice that I even bothered to censor some words as they are so inappropriate. *clears throat*
Moving on...

Yeah. That very moment I was in the middle of an animate conversation with Edina and Karin, and when that guy came in and did what he did, I just stopped in my tracks, stunned. The whole compartment grew silent as he continued unleashing his apparent anger on every object that came into view, swearing on top of his lungs as he did so, repeating the F-word in like every three words or less. Then after a while he grew tired of banging on solid stuff, I guess, and just slumped onto a seat opposite another Aussie guy, a stranger, who then tried to console him by asking what was wrong.

I tried to concentrate and listen to their conversations as I just sat there, genuinely interested in what was going on with the guy, despite the obvious tension that was engulfing the whole compartment. The emotionally-imbalanced Aussie guy started spilling his guts out to that stranger and gradually settled down. He came to his senses, grew relaxed, and actually approached some people to apologize for his wacky behavior. He shook hands with people, saying he was sorry for being such a wreck and stuff. Funny, huh?

Well I'm quite sure that he was half-drunk and wasted, since he appeared incoherent and disoriented all the while. He kept on talking about strange stuff, doing ridiculous dances, and rambling about wacky things to people. Even when I got off the train at Huntingdale, he was still speaking to some Aussie lads about getting laid and picking up girls in Flinders Street or something. And yeah, honestly, I feel sorry for him.

Second mental note: NEVER trust online networking sites as a reliable source when trying to find out things about people you're curious about, because in the online world, you can never truly believe in anything you see, or read, or know. *laughs*

If you don't get the statement above, don't worry, I can assure you that you're not the only one.
*grins*

So yeah. That was it. You guys might notice that I deliberately left out most of the important details to the story. But hey, even a drunk eighteen-year-old guy wrecking havoc inside a weekend night train needs his privacy. So I'll just leave you all at that.

I'll probably just conclude by saying that, yeah, you'll never know what you'll get when you get into a Melbourne train on a late Saturday night. *grins*

...Alrighty. Post nailed, time for bed. *yawns*
Tomorrow's gonna be another long day so I gotta be well-rested.

Finally, for you all the amazing people I mentioned about earlier on, OMG, you guys never fail to make my day, in the silliest and most ridiculous of ways possible.

Edina, Listi, David, Tomo, Karin, you know my words.
Thanks heaps for the unforgettably happy trip! *hugs*

And now JJ's wishing you all faithful readers a very beautiful Sunday. =]
Lates!