in my head : it's all over but the crying - garbage

saturday was spent catching up with lester and lianne at green's over at brunswick ( cause apparently i know more breakfast places than they do ) . there was the whole drama of giving wrong descriptions of surrounding landmarks ( completely my fault ) and then we settled in for a hearty breakfast and some catching up . after breakfast i wanted to pop by savers to rummage through other peep-os crap in the hopes of finding some treasure . i scored a rodarte fall 08-ish sweater ( the ripped up knits that were the essence of the entire collection ) which i will try to picture it when i can . lianne passed me the most awesome-st cupcakes ever .


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haloumi + scrambled eggs on toast .

if you didn't already know , sunday mornings are reserved strictly for camberwell . sometimes we even manage to squeeze in a breakfast foray , but more often than not i feel horribly broke and unwilling to spend on something that'll last me only a half hour . like the market , the only times i don't go are . . never . except for last week when i wanted to wait for sam to come back so we could go together . cause it began as our thing and the only times i've gone alone is during that horrible period we fought .

sometimes i drift off and remember what it was like when we were two fresh grads out of ngee ann and horribly homesick with only each other to rely on . we'd look up thebreakfastblog and venture to dodgy places in search of the holy grail of breakfasts ; we'd hop on trams and travel to godforsaken places for warehouse sales and queue up for hours for the ultimate bargain . we'd sit at cafes and talk about the future and reminisce about the past . we'd spend evenings in front of the tv watching re-runs of friends or will and grace . you'd cook dinner for the entire apartment building and i'd complain 2 weeks later that your dinner was still in the fridge . . before the new additions and nights spent at unidentified individuals' apartment floors . i just think what if we'd remained the same ? or were you really that unhappy being who you were ? don't you miss us too ?








in the end , we're all just same , same , but different .


dpz : where are you when i need you ?

xoxoxoxoxoxo ,
soho , missing .