Here, I just wanted to share some good old memories when Mark and I first met.
Firstly, one of the funniest stories he told me was when he was at the shops one day with his friend, Corey and one of the students from his prac class said “I saw you at the shops with your dad the other day”. Funny thing is, weather-beaten Corey is only 2 yrs older than him. LOL! (YES, that is the same friend who drank the pepsi from the rubbish bin)
We were good friends and exchanged a lot Charmed tapes, but because I was very young back then (2002, so I was like, 14?) and I met him through the internet, I didn’t dare to tell my parents.
It just happened that one day my mum’s friend saw us in the train station.
She said “Qing Qing”, which was my Chinese name. For some reason, Mark heard it as Chi Chi, so from then on, we called her that.
The hilarious thing was, my mum told me years later that one day, Chi Chi got so angry at her boyfriend that she was yelling like a madwoman. LOL!
We went to Hungry Jacks a lot and we started making pages and pages of comics in my notepad.
They were all absolutely hilarious and crazy.
We used to always see fat ladies eating so much food in Hungry Jacks, so I drew this chip (fries) and it came to life and started talking, the lady then replied, “that chip just creeped me out!”
The other one was when we spilled blood on the floor for some reason and my father walked in thinking it was tomato sauce, so he went on the ground eating it, and went “hmm, why does this tomato sauce taste so much like blood!” Hahahahahaha!
We used to draw so many pictures of our eyeballs popping out.
Another comic was we drew my friend getting married to this strange man and then she had this chainsaw on one hand and sword on another. When I saw her coming, my eyeballs popped out of my head and screamed, “Have you been spending too much time with your new husband, has he taught you to kill everyone?”
I still remember when Mark heard the kill everybody part, he laughed so hard at Hungry Jacks…
There was this other joke he told me about Hungry Jacks.
All our burgers there were called whoppers.
The joke was, why did everyone run out of Hungry Jacks screaming? Because someone dropped a whopper. (A whopper is another word for shit)
Back in the year 2003, I used to visit his house some weekends and I would be paranoid about my parents finding out. I was like, “what if my mum came to your house for a glass of water?”
We loved to talk about chainsaws a lot, it was our favourite topic. Also, our brains being fried.
We listened to music and purposely misheard the lyrics and wrote it down. One of the songs was Rolling Stones – Paint it Black. The lyrics went like “I see a record and I want to paint it black”, but we typed it as “I see a rectum and I want to paint it black” LMAO!
We also used to joke about getting on the train and end up being in the middle of nowhere.
One time, we were sitting down at Southbank. Next minute, this ibis with a huge beak stalked past and I said, “I think its beak should be smaller!” ROFL, Mark just roared laughing saying that “take it up with mother nature.”
I used to write so many emails during the day that he was like, “your emails come in three’s” with subjects like: hi, hi again, hi again again. I was such a hyper little teen, LOL!
Another time, I was typing something in an email talking about spaceships, I accidentally typed “spaceshit”, it just sounded so funny.
After that, he typed something like “chop shit cookies” ROFL!
Speaking of shit, One day, I was chatting to mark while I was at work and talking to him on msn about random things. I for some reason, thought he said the word “shit”, so I said, my boss is probably doing a shit right now but I don’t think he collects it… Maybe he does?” and he said… “You’re taking the term take a shit too literally” Hahahaha, so that’s how we started to call him, Shit Collector, SC to be short.
And once, we were doing some programming on his computer and his father came in and checked our code. We named all our coding to fartz and shit and things like that. One of them was called “fart”and he came in and read it, and in a loud voice, said “fart?!?!”
Also, he told me this crazy story. He had an evil nephew and one day, he bashed his mother up. (This is not the good part)
At the same time, he also had a friend who called him up. Mark’s dad thought it was the nephew asking for him. His friend was like, “can I speak to Mark?”
He said “You know, I am not happy with you…”
“Put Mark on please.” – Friend.
“Who do you think you are to bash your mother?!” Continues his father.
His friend was just like… “Can I just talk to Mark?” They went on and on and in the end, Mark just took the phone and said, it’s his friend, not the nephew.
This happened about a year after we met. I borrowed a whole bunch of video tapes (movies like Harry Potter) from my friend Kayleen, and I took like 8-10 of them back on the train. This was the worst nightmare of all times, because I left them on the train! Yes, all of them! I then turned into a ghost, frozen in fear, and asked Mark to ring Roma St Station for the lost property place and they were GONE! Luckily, she was very nice and didn’t make me pay her, but seriously, I can’t believe I left them all on the train!
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