I'ma add some too.
- When i heard about the Storm thing. It was a terrible day at work, i'd had my bosses in and they tore shreds off me. I hadn't looked at my phone in about 5 hours since lunch, i had 16 missed calls... Then the days after. Feeling shock, anger, resentment...mostly anger.
- The 06, 07, 08 and 09 Grand finals.
- The feeling that all of the above has been taken away.
- When i moved in with my boyfriend.
- The first time he sat me down and wanted to know everything about diabetes, just in case. How to do my needles, what to do if something happened ect ect. Asked question after question. I'll never forget cos it showed me just how much he cared.
There is more, but i don't wish to share publicly.
I agree, no need to talk about cask wine or durries or Nowra. Or gummysmiles for that matter
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On a serious note, this is an awesome thread. I haven't skipped a single bit of anybody's posts, there are some great stories on here! I thought of some more recent ones today at work:
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The Crusade road-trip to Melbourne last year. Too many reasons!
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Mark Webbers' first Grand Prix win. I felt hopeful seeing he was on pole, and my stepdad and I watched the start of the race. Then when Mark got the drive-through penalty my stepdad said "Oh well, there's his race blown." and went to bed. But I wanted to make absolutely sure, so I waited to Webber to crash or spin or have his engine blow up. He was head and shoulders above anyone else that day, when he took the chequered flag I had a massive smile. Hearing him yell "YOU F**KING BEAUTY!" on the pit radio during the victory lap was classic! :lol: I drank the rest of a bottle of wine in celebration.
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The first time I read this Tim Winton short story 'The Turning'. The book (of the same name) was a Christmas present from Mum, it was Boxing Day and I couldn't go to bed without finding out what happened to Raelene. My family all wanted to go to sleep and turn the lights out so I ended up having to go into the hotel bathroom, turn the light on and sit on the toilet to finish the story! It was what inspired me to pen this story I'd been thinking of writing for a while.
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Going to Queen St Hungry Jack's in the early hours with a mate the day after we finished 2nd year at uni. We'd been at Treasury and we were both smashed and hungry as anything. I don't know whether it was these factors or they really were having a good night flipping the burgers, but it was one of the best meals we'd ever eaten! We kept saying "This is so f**king good!" in between mouthfuls. If you have ever seen 'Harold and Kumar go to White Castle' when they finally eat White Castle, that's how orgasmic it was for us!
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Watching Paul Kelly play a live version of his song 'Careless' at the 2008 Concert in The Domain. I'd heard this song many times before that afteroon, but never as beautiful as he played it then and there. It was dreamlike and almost hypnotic, like falling in love with a song the first time you hear it. Unfortunately I haven't been able to find a vid of him playing it the way he did that day.
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Australia v Uruguay, 2005 WC Qualifier. I was at a mates' flat on the Gold Coast and began to wonder if it was same old same old for the Socceroos and maybe Uruguay were our nemesis? When it got to penalties my whole body was shaking. Then when Aloi$i stepped up and scored THAT penalty- well it was pretty much like all those youtube vids you've seen where people are going crazy. I remember everyone in the room leaping about and hugging anyone they could find, and I think someone may have even jumped over the couch? But those 2 minutes is just a blur to me now.
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Walking home from a mates' place at 6am after Australia got knocked out of the 2006 World Cup. It was freezing cold outside and I had to walk for 25 minutes, dwelling on the fact that we'd just been knocked out by a diving pack of Italian merkins, and a s**t refereeing decision. If Australia had won, the glow of victory would have kept me warm, but no, I had to suffer the winter chill and the pain of an unfair defeat. I have hated the Azzuri ever since, and look forward to them getting screwed over in South Africa!
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Screenwriting class, 3rd year at uni. In 4 years of university, this was the class that inspired me the most. Our lecturer was a guy named Charles, who has written for series like 'Blue Heelers' and 'All Saints'. I couldn't wait for the next class to listen to Charles tell more industry stories and fill our heads with all sorts of scenarios and possibilities. I got a good mark for my pilot episode draft, and I think it's what helped me rediscover my passion for screenwriting.
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Origin 3, 2005. I was in Cairns for the Uni Games, about half the guys on my League 7's team were NSW boys so we rocked up to the pub decked out in our gear, faced painted sky blue. We got quite tanked. We joined with the other Blues fans there in singing over the top of the Qlders. This chick wrote 'GO NSW' across my arse in permanent marker and I returned her the favour (hey, it seemed like a great idea at the time!). Everytime NSW scored we all linked arms and jumped around singing "Hey, hey (insert try-scorers' name) Ooh! Ahh! I wanna kno-ow (woah!) How you scored that try?" After the game, when Joey was being interviewed we started chanting "Joey! Joey!" and got on our knees, bowing in the direction of the big screen. F**king great night.
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This adderall binge I did one night. I bought some pills from a chick who lived in the complex I lived at on the Gold Coast, took the lot of them that evening, drank 3 Canadian Club and Colas' for added kick, then waited. I stayed up all night, filling a notebook with my thoughts on life, with this scrawled, spidery handwriting that comes when your brain is going 3 times faster than your hand can write! I felt so positive and like I had all the answers to whatever problems I had in life, like I had them all sorted. I saw the sun rise still feeling wonderful. I still have that notebook to this day, too! :lol:
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Robyn's (an old schoolfriend of my Mums') funeral in February 2007. Both Robyn's daughters got up to give their eulogies and began crying towards the end of them, but they got through it. They were both in their late 20's with children of their own, but they really loved their mother and I felt so bad for them. However, I wasn't at all close to shedding tears. Mum went up and spoke very well, then another of Robyn's friends got up to speak, a middle aged woman like my Mum. But about halfway through her speech, she started crying, she tried to go on talking but she couldn't do it. Without hesitation or a single word, Mum stood up from her seat, went over to this woman, put her arm around her and turned her away from the lecturn. I was so moved by that gesture that I nearly lost it. There's nothing more I need to say about my Mum. Funnily enough, Robyn's funeral was in the same place my Uncle Nicks' was (see my original post in this thread to get the coincidence of it).
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Some of the stuff my stepdad has said to me these past 19 years. If I ever have a son of my own I will never say the same things to him, ever. Sometimes it's not until years later that you fully realise how emasculating a persons' words were to you.
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A radio station one day asking people to call in with the most shocking thing they remember finding out. There was something I thought of, but it wasn't mainstream enough for me to think people would know who I was talking about, so I didn't bother calling. Then the first call through to the talkback hosts was a guy who said the most shocking news he'd ever heard was when he found out Ayrton Senna had been killed. I straight away had that feeling you get when you realise that you and a total stranger were both thinking of exactly the same thing. I couldn't believe it.
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Kind of related to the above post, the first time I watched this video on youtube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eopcuO_15kw
If you follow motor racing or have done it at any level yourself, you will appreciate just how fast he is driving and how hard he is pushing it in this lap. About halfway through I thought "We are never going to see that again" and felt such a strong sense of loss I nearly broke down. This was 14 years after his death. The other thing about this vid is how much it reminds me of times when I have been racing- the same instincts, the same car control, that same determination to go quickly and absolutely push it that you cease to give a f**k about anything else in the world for that brief period of time other than being the fastest, the best. It's one of those things where I feel as if I have personally known someone I never even met, like I got inside of their head or something.
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A friends' 26th birthday earlier this year. It was at The Ivy (a club in Sydney) and we had this long D&M at one point later in the night. We were both fairly tipsy and I don't remember everything that was said, but I do remember feeling like I understood exactly what she was talking about and where she was coming from. It's one of the only times I have ever felt like that with another person. The funny thing is, about a month later we were out in town for my farewell drinks and later on we went into a sex shop in the 'Cross and the bloke behind the counter thought this same chick and I were going out. What makes it interesting is that there were other people with us...
