Nostalgia. Good times 2 the MAXXX.

I was on the bus going to my friend's house the other day, when a Korean couple happened to sit down, opposite to me. This would be all normal and fine except one thing. The Korean guy just would not stop STARING at me.

Freaky.

Freaky to the MAXX.

Freaky-deaky^(get-me-out-of-here).

Anywho, after celebrating in the traditional activities of what happened to be "LET'S STARE AT JACK DAWKINS FOR A WHOLE BUS RIDE JUST FOR LAUGHS" day, the couple decided that they had had enough, and after their merry-making and revelry was over, they departed from the bus, right outside my Uni.

Half a minute of what I can only describe as 'post-traumatic shuddering' later, I turned to where they had been sitting and realised that they had left their water bottle behind.

This was no ordinary water bottle. It was the MOTHER of all water bottles and as such, was RIDICULOUSLY over sized and typical of your generic FREAKY Korean couple (i hope this isn't racial stereotyping :S). I sat there for a minute contemplating whether or not I should do something about it. Images flooded through my head of the numerous booby traps that such a couple would leave in their wake, were I to attempt to take the bottle from its current place. Surely, I thought, nothing good could come of this.

However, I soon became bored and my curiosity and (possibly) inner kindness pulled through, and I found myself hopping off the bus, hippo-sized bottle in hand, and sprinting back to the last stop to find this couple.

I reached the entrance to my university, out of breath, eyes ablaze, searching for the starer and associated friend, and alas, there they stood, walking right before me. I returned the bottle to them with as much grace as a gasping dehydrated man could, only to receive looks of confusion and words of what i assume were appreciation...?

(Or maybe I was being hopeful...) :P

Anyways, it turned out that they couldn't speak any/much English, and I can't speak any Korean so we left on our separate ways and that was the end of that.

Or so I THOUGHT!!!!!

*dum dum duuuuuuuuuum* (dramatic sound effects)

not but rly... that was the last I saw of them.

But I suddenly found myself at my uni, in an environment that was bizarrely familiar - a scene from my childhood...

There was a book sale going on with a sausage sizzle sale on the side. THE SAME SAUSAGE SIZZLE STAND I HAD WORKED IN PREXACTLY 10YRS AGO!!!!

weird. (but still not quite as weird as 'the starer'!)

I have this one memory of me as a cub scout *insert awwws of cuteness here*, selling hot-dogs and associated edibles and beverages as a kid right by a book sale which I never thought I would seen again... not until that day.

and all the feelings of being a child rushed back, I was filled with the delight and unparalleled happiness one can only receive as a carefree child :)

It was... surreal... to say the least.

*sigh* :)

Nostalgia. Good times indeed.