Just keep talking on, tell me your favorite things

Last night was so fun. There's something to be said about friends that you haven't seen in a long time, yet when you meet up, it's as if no time has passed. You simply just pick up where you left off, that's the absolute beauty of it. The last time I, Cara, and Chelle have gone out, just the three of us, was probably back in high school when it was still such a thrill (and just so badass) to get beers after school at Greenbelt. Kroc Grill = place to be. We changed out of our Catholic school girl uniforms, and discovered the merits, and pitfalls, of alcoholic inebriation. Four years after that, I was pleased to find out that we're still essentially the same people, just less hung up on getting drunk. I'm sure I can say that we've grown up a fair amount in those four years.



We drank and gabbed the night away at this random bar at Jupiter St., a place I'm pretty sure none of the people in my crowd frequent. The three of us were so giddy and obnoxiously noisy; probably as a result of realizing how anonymous we were at that bar. Joy. Sometimes it's just a big relief to not be among the usual "crowd" I'm in, where wearing the right shoes, among other things, is a must. It's not an earth-shattering realization, nor a particularly novel or unique one, but last night was resounding proof for me that there are really so many different types of people out there. On normal days I don't really think about it because I'm so wrapped up in my own world, with people of the same educational background, with the same economic standing, etc; I have to think about self-preservation more than I'd like to. It's nice to venture out sometimes because you can let loose and go wild - no one knows you after all! Anonymity gives you lease to do stupid shit, I've found. Things that can be forgotten the next day and no one is the wiser. An alcoholic night abetted by anonymity: I leave it to you to connect the dots. :]

I think I'll do this more, write about regular days. I have this visceral need to start writing again, write about anything, because I feel that I don't know how to anymore. It was just a few years ago, but I used to really, really write, and was on the verge of being published. Something happened that then dissuaded me and kind of broke my heart a wee, so I stopped. But even if it's just random, short accounts of my daily meanderings, I want to get the ball rolling again. 

Enough for now, though. I have to start packing,early flight to Singapore tomorrow. I'm fairly excited, but really, packing is such a downer every time. Wouldn't it be amazing if I could just wake up tomorrow to find a suitcase completely and perfectly packed, and all I have to do is just go to the airport to catch my plane? 

Any good places to hit up in Singapore, if you guys would like to recommend anything? I'm all for great food and shopping haunts!