sunday's over, thank God for sundays, i like sundays, but oof, so tired.

so g, r, and i met up today, the most uncoordinated of meetings but sure, i didn't mind. chanced upon a two storied cafe, dark purple walls, mirror squares, and low, soft things everywhere. we napped there, at least g and r did. i leaned too far right, fell off the sofa and stayed squashed awake amongst scattered cushions. daddy called. mtvs played. we didn't know who lady gaga is/was, not enough to identify her at least. r ate wings, g played with her dslr and we took half hearted photos. maybe i'll add one in, if gayle gets around to putting them up. we didn't pose very well.

we stoned our way from an srrfm, interesting concept but it looks like true free markets (in the economic sense) have some way to go before gaining acceptance in singapore. read: a long way, if ever. jayed into another clumation of goods and people, monopolistic competition this time. like the one z and i went to probably exactly a year ago, the one at robber street, or something. green grass, green fence and we sipped soya bean we'd bought along the way. an ant just walked across my thigh and now struts sniffily back and forth the top of mr darcy (my laptop). i've seen him for some days now, always at nights, streaking diagonal up the wall at my right, crossing pencil markings i've drawn onto cream concrete, leaving little anty prints. he has his own business to conduct, he's an ant on a mission. i try not to accidentally demolish his life.

it's five past ten. r's been in bed for some time already. g's been home even longer. i lie back; my sunday's wrapping itself up.