Lets just say it moved me. To a bigger house! Oh crap, I said the loud part quiet and the quiet part loud.

Saw Jake again yesterday. This good-bye was for real. We hugged and all. Don't think i'll see him again but. Our whole day was planned around getting dumplings from teh Shanghai Dumpling House in Tatersall's Lane in chinatown. We met and scoped the lanes only to be confronted by a darkened Dumpling House with a sign stuck to its front window reading: 'This premises is closed for a period of time. Sorry for inconvenience' and inside, sat teh chefs, sharing a tea and staring sheepishly at us 2 whities peering haplessly into their store. Dammit. SO that blew our tight-arse lunch plans outta the window. SO we decided to keep exploring chinatown till we went in to some place where a woman was brandishing a menu and calling to us across the street.


we went in and were silenced with awkwardness. it was this white linen service restaurant and there were only 4 other people in there. 2 were a couple on a cosy date adn the other 2 were Godfather-type mafia-esque Eastern Europeans. They were sipping strong coffees and eating square ice-cream. we were seated the next table on, by this overly authoritative waiter. he hung around us like a bad smell and didn't smile or talk. He brought us water and, in jake's words, 'apparantly i was too frail to lick the glass' as only i was given a straw. I did the whole awkward...uhh i'm gonna need a fork thing and we started eating. The food wasn't anythign spectacular but we paid out the arse for it. And the waiter managed to trick us into buying $10 rice too. Man. Never again. And as we sat eating some guy came up to the window and peeres in. like cupping his hands right around his face so he could have a good squiz. Who the shit does that??? so it was just us left. eerily quiet and strangley date-like. At least neither of us will forget our last moments as uber friends.


sigh...wish i was going overseas. sucks monkey's ass..actually no. i lie...i'd b too scared to go overseas right now.
In Other news, bought a new journal form Borders. So pretty. So many pages. Am going to start sticking things into it as well as writing out my thoughts. Like little souvenirs. Oh god. What if i turn into that guy from Everything is Illuminated? Collecting shit from everywhere. I"M A HOARDER AS IT IS!!!!

and jake...safe trip. keep me posted jerk.