08 January 2010

Cherry Coke, Blinding Sun & Sore Feet.




What do you get when you combine 7 friends, masses of sugary foods, and the big bad world of the city?


Well I'll tell you. YOU GET ONE OF THE BEST DAYS EVER!!!



and it all started on a train.

So it is about 8:50am Friday morning and I am waiting at the train station with Xanthe and Mariah (who I had come to the train station with) Claire, and Esther. we all stand there patiently but somewhat awkwardly waiting for Adam and Holly to arrive. But we do not have to wait long, for suddenly they walk up past the train station gate to stand with us in a little huddle. in the following 5-10 minutes there was much catching up, ticket buying,

"I'll just have the same and everyone else."

and furiously bobbing along to Death Note theme music supplied by Holly...



I will skip forward in time as the train trip for me was quite boring (as I was sitting by myself), then we got goof at central and had a few death note moments.

Holly: "wouldn't it be cool if we touched one of these notebook, and then just saw ryuk standing in the corner."

Me:"yes all three of us could touch it at the same time."

Holly: "O.O what if there were three notebooks..."

then we got on another train headed to Southbank it was short, but it was a good chance for Adam and Myself to reminisce about old times with some NARUTO ABRIGED with all its 'generic random insults' intact. Next was one of the bets picnic I have ever had, we sat down eating tam-tam shapes and Esther's yummy biscuits, before hoping along the stretch of Southbank, make a quick detour in an old temple then squinting though the blinding sun as we walked to the museum. we had to take a lift to get up to the entrance, enter Holly, myself and Mariah's personalized elevator music, and everyone was starting to complain about the heat. but that all changed when we entered the museum, we could have spent the whole day in there chatting away, taking photos, hiding in a tree and deciding which sailor moon character suited us best.

then after more walking in blinding sunlight we made our way to somewhere selling food, that wasn't terribly over priced, again finding our cafe form the school excursion we had some lunch before stepping into the galleries of art. Many MANY photos were taken....but without flash, especially in the white room with the...Elk/ Deer, covered in glass balls, I swear I heard someone say that there was a real stuffed animal under the glass....EKKK O.O...

then after that we walked...and walk (my feet we killing me) trying to get to Queens street mall. after Much button Pushing, assistance giving, something about city cats and Taps, and strutting to songs up a bridge...we finally made it. there we were shown around by holly into many such music stores...and stores with a nice smell but an odd atmosphere.

"atmosphere..like clouds and stuff"

then as poor Xanthe's sickness depend we made our way to the train station. a quick stop at the lolly store was made, where cherry coke and many other exciting lollies were bought. then as we went to show our tickets to the train gate guy, I had stop and find mine leaving me out of sight from my comrades. xanthe found me and in the nick of time and then we were off on the train...but much to my feets disgust not on a comfy seat but either standing up holding onto bars or on the floor, iPod earphones shoved in our ears.

then as we arrived home...well to Burpengary station we all said our goodbyes and went our separate ways...

4 comments:

  1. I see you mentioned NOTHING about our sleepover. We did NOT GO OUR SEPARATE WAYS!!!!! hahah

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  2. well seeing as this post was about the city trip and not our sleepover.....it doesn't matter....and ok we didn't go our speerate ways but everyone else did...

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  3. Favourite bit...
    "...and furiously bobbing along to Death Note theme music supplied by Holly..."

    LOL! Awesome post mayte ;)

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  4. can i say "WOOOO"?

    must make this a tradition...once every holidays for the next 2 years.

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