everything in
it's right place

so i went out with zw last friday, after maybe 4 months of telling her off (not intentionally though!). she just likes to meet up at the most awkward times, always a 'lets go out NOW' kind of thing. sounds just like the sonnies.

anyway.

we went for a random drive around the city, finally ending up at dessert house. blah and i saw lorraine there, which was kinda weird. had some peanut butter pancakes and banana pancakes (how cliche!) which were not too bad. so cheap though! $4.50 for a bite in melbourne city is considered pretty much dirt cheap.

went for more random drives around town after that (all the way to rod laver arena and back?!) before finally ending up at some random car park in lygon street. and we sat there. and talked. and talked. and talked. it's been a really long time since i've talked that long to anyone. usually nowadays i tend to just sit on my ass and study all day long, watch some tele, drink a beer and do more damn studying.

we talked about the usual stuff. relationships, boys, girls, driving skillz, shitty boyfriends, high standards, sex (everyone likes to talk about this it seems), not having sex, the desire for love and companionship, the desire for freedom, old loves, some pseudo-political stuff which i can barely remember, braces, porsches.

talking about all that stuff makes me miss singapore, strangely. i miss the memories there, the food, the friends, the family. i didn't really tell her that though, it just cycled in the back of my mind.

it's 1.45am now, i can barely think logically; have to wake up in 5 hours. and i'll lie in bed topnight, feeling surrounded by so many but not in touch with any. it's not a sad feeling, really (it should be i think). the tiredness just makes me numb to it all.