i am physically infinitely tired but mentally awake; what a long weekend it has been, working till late on friday, drinks at walas listening to my favourites jack and rai (i still cannot decide who is hotter!) and clubbing at butter. i am slowly but surely outgrowing the clubbing phase, it is always fun but less and less so. i like the exhilarated dancing drinking craziness, do not like the messy tangling of relationships and disgracefulness morning after.

saturday i dragged my tired self down to ion for dimsum with hw and nush, loved the custard bao, loved the conversation even more; relaxed, not contrived, discussing grownuppish things like career and pursuit of dreams without making it dull or overly mature. shortly after was down to tampines for my name is khan with yx and pk. it was a lovely movie! but not as fantastic or heartwarming as the 3 idiots. i think we are fast becoming indian-movie-lovers, i foresee monthly hindi film meetups.

after dinner with yx, it was back to town again to meet hy and gy; longest heart-to-heart talk ever, at a tiny pub for three hours, nonstop talking analysing regretting sharing. these are the parts of friendships i live for most, friendships you have fun and crazy highness but with those rare glimpses into the inner troubled lives. and guys! ah i am sure they are a more emo bunch than us girls. how hard it must be to hold it all in, i burst into tears easily and blabber everything out but to keep it all to yourself like my friend is akin to becoming a timebomb.