It was one of those mornings where I suddenly awake and frantically jump out of bed because I know, even in my subconscious state that there's something important that day. It's that feeling you get what you think you're going to miss something. Something that means a lot to you.
I had woken up just in time to see my parents rushing back and forth into the house and doing their last bit of packing. They're going on a Christian marriage camp this weekend. Mum was all hyped about the romantic dinner they're preparing for all the married couples on the last night. She went all the way to the city to look for a dress.
After about a million goodbye hugs, Susan and I finally let them go. We waved them off and proceeded to make a batch of pancakes. Unsurprisingly, we've run out of maple syrup. My pantry is about as big of a disappointment as waking up on Christmas morning and finding no presents under the tree but all the cookies you left out for Santa - gone. Instead, we melted nutella all over it. I wish the food I made was pretty enough to take photos of. It usually ends up looking like the stuff that comes out of your bottom. Sorry if you are eating while reading this.
I spent the whole day watching How I Met You Mother, then I had an awkward encounter with the plumber. I walked in while he was changing his shirt and I was going to turn around and leave but that would of been kind of awkward if he had caught me. So I decided to stand there awkwardly while he put his shirt back on and pretend it wasn't really that awkward at all. He was not one bit attractive.
The episode "Last Words" kind of got me all emotional and then something got into my eye and it just, yeah alright, it just went downhill from there on. I love things that can make me laugh one second and cry the other. Even better, I love things that make me laugh and cry at the same time. The best example would probably be Nathan. When I'm crying, he's as clueless as every other guy when it comes to comforting crying girls so he says something really dorky which actually helps because I laugh for a second and then I start to feel relieved. Sometimes you cry so hard that breathing becomes difficult. You feel like you're choking and you're gasping for air but at the same time these stupid spasms break over you and all you can feel is your chest heaving up and down in perfect sync to the stupid little gasps escaping your mouth. Times like those, just calm down and breathe. As cliched as that sounds, it actually works.
Yeah but I wasn't really even crying while watching that. Like I said, I had something in my eye. Wow, did I mention how easy it is for me to tear up? I'm now considering an acting career. Possibly in one of those cheesy movies that goes straight to DVD's. Not bad since that's two of my favourite things; cheese and movies. That brings up the reason behind the blog title. I am a massive fan of Wongfu Productions but not quite as enthusiastic about Youtube (long story). So I watched a few things I've missed and I was in love with Philip Wang's "The Places We Should Have Gone". He is so talented and I love the way he thinks and directs. I think he's influenced by Chinese/Taiwanese music videos or something because that's what it reminded me of. And the video was in fact in Chinese which made it feel so much more sincere. All the scenery and nightlife made me miss China so much. When I grow up, I must move away to a city that does not sleep. That's the worst thing about Australia, the streets are pretty much empty at 6.
Funny how "The Places We Should Have Gone" and "Last Words" are both about regret and losing people that meant something to us. Well it got me thinking. People always say "live today as if it's your last" but no one really thinks it's going to be their last. It's not until the final moments you tell yourself, "well, this is it..." So when the time comes, what do you say? There are the hurtful things you regret ever saying and then there's those things that you have kept to yourself the whole entire time and wish you had told someone. Do you apologise? Do you thank them? Or do you tell them you love them?
And what if... you don't get a chance to say anything at all?