ahh, missing nights out in melb. but nights out here with my BFFs ain’t too bad either, in fact, not bad at all, in fact, awesome. i’m all up for doing it all over again. with less drinking for us two, but more for the other two 
i vaguely remember one of the latter pouring her drink into my freshly-skulled glass, prolly thinking i didn’t realize. and no more cheap vodka, it makes my head spin.
i’m missing my bundaberg 
just came home from the uncivilized land of dust and mosquitoes, with the ogre, the sister and the parents. and it got me thinking about that one night when i first met the ogre, back in february, when we (pei aka the dude and i) were squirting water at him with a water gun, probably also tickling him with a huge palm leaf or something large and green of that sort. and when we slept under the stars on a bed linen (his, of course, why would i make mine dirty, right?), covered by another linen (his again, of course), in the courtyard, till someone told us security might chase us out.
the dude and i.
never in a gazillion trillion years would i even dream that he’d be lying on his side, holding a deck of cards, trying to outdo my sister and i at an awesome game of monopoly, ON MY PARENTS’ BED IN THE GUEST ROOM OF MY GRANDMOTHER’S HOUSE IN MY MUM’S HOMETOWN. odd how life works out, hey? and that i’d be constantly whining “mush fest much?” at him and my sister continuously for a few weeks at a go. sigh, totally smiling right now at how life can turn out sometimes. how different things can be from what we think/assume/predict/promise they’d turn out to be.
the ogre being ogrificly silly.
on a potentially related note, i don’t really know what’s going on in the world today. in that world, particularly. but it don’t look too bright. though i’m pretty sure it’s none of my business anymore, i’ll still pray for the best for you two.
on an unrelated note, happy birthday to my little crazy fai sampat abnormal six-inch friend. you really, really make me laugh, without fail, without realizing, all the time. and you know i love you
the fai, case in point. all she said was, hey clare, look at my snorkelling gear. and all i heard after that was my crazy laugh which deafened even my own ears.
