Saturday, July 19, 2008
Gone and back again
Sleep is deepest when there aren't any dreams. Or so I've found. Last night I had the deepest sleep I've had in ages. After travelling for 12 hours, 6 hours to Brisbane, four hours in transit at Brisbane airport, and then another two hours to Melbourne, I was gone - completely stuffed.
I slept at midnight and woke up 12 hours after. I had a healthy, nutritious, health practitioner-approved breakfast consisting of muesli and a hot chocolate (no additional sugar; though I suppose the original product is chock full of it), read the papers, lazed around, then went straight back to bed. And had more dreamless, life-giving, energy-replenishing sleep.
It is a sleep that can only be brought on by extreme exhaustion, complete energy depletion, and utter contentment.
Yes, I am content. I am happy and excited to be back in Melbourne. I am happy and excited that I got to go back to Singapore and see my friends and family. I am happy and excited because I had so much fun and I got to do so many things and not have to think about work, internship, club committments, anything. I am happy that I still feel close to my friends, that we still care about each other, that we still know each other, that we can still have fun, that we can still see each other after four years and still slip into familiar patterns like you do when you slip on an old glove or an old pair of jeans and find that it still fits.
It's the best feeling, ever.
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Seeing the boyfriend for the first time in nearly 3 weeks was nerve-wrecking. I called him as soon as I touched down in Melbourne.
"I'm actually nervous to see you," he laughs nervously.
"Me too," I laugh nervously.
And it was strange and a little awkward seeing him again after so long.
Goshishegoingtothinki'mfatgainedweightbadhaircuthorriblecomplexionlostinterestgotusedtothefreedomgonnaseemeas
adragsickofmehadenoughofdrivingallthewayfromchadstonetomaidstonetoseemeandthenallthewaybackagainandhaveto
takemeoutanditalwaysendsupthathepaysmoreeventhoughtiinsistonpullingmyownweighttheeconomcisofitdoesn'tquitehelp
hashebeenthinkingaboutmeisheboredinterestedinotherwomeneggedonbyhismatestofoolaroundgoshwhatifhethinksi'mfat??
But nothing a good make-out session can't solve.
I slept at midnight and woke up 12 hours after. I had a healthy, nutritious, health practitioner-approved breakfast consisting of muesli and a hot chocolate (no additional sugar; though I suppose the original product is chock full of it), read the papers, lazed around, then went straight back to bed. And had more dreamless, life-giving, energy-replenishing sleep.
It is a sleep that can only be brought on by extreme exhaustion, complete energy depletion, and utter contentment.
Yes, I am content. I am happy and excited to be back in Melbourne. I am happy and excited that I got to go back to Singapore and see my friends and family. I am happy and excited because I had so much fun and I got to do so many things and not have to think about work, internship, club committments, anything. I am happy that I still feel close to my friends, that we still care about each other, that we still know each other, that we can still have fun, that we can still see each other after four years and still slip into familiar patterns like you do when you slip on an old glove or an old pair of jeans and find that it still fits.
It's the best feeling, ever.
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Seeing the boyfriend for the first time in nearly 3 weeks was nerve-wrecking. I called him as soon as I touched down in Melbourne.
"I'm actually nervous to see you," he laughs nervously.
"Me too," I laugh nervously.
And it was strange and a little awkward seeing him again after so long.
Goshishegoingtothinki'mfatgainedweightbadhaircuthorriblecomplexionlostinterestgotusedtothefreedomgonnaseemeas
adragsickofmehadenoughofdrivingallthewayfromchadstonetomaidstonetoseemeandthenallthewaybackagainandhaveto
takemeoutanditalwaysendsupthathepaysmoreeventhoughtiinsistonpullingmyownweighttheeconomcisofitdoesn'tquitehelp
hashebeenthinkingaboutmeisheboredinterestedinotherwomeneggedonbyhismatestofoolaroundgoshwhatifhethinksi'mfat??
But nothing a good make-out session can't solve.
Labels: Friends, Relationships
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