The problem with indie nights (I can't call them pop as I still associate that with pop music, like whatever I hear on the radio), is that whenever T. and his friends get into conversations about it, I invariably feel left out. There is nothing whatsoever I can contribute to the discussion because, quite simply, I haven't heard of the bands or the songs that they're discussing. Yes, they may have had years of education and experience behind them and I'm incredibly new to the scene, but still, it doesn't exactly help when you're perpertually sitting there, silently listening to whatever's going, and then they turn and ask you, "so, what do you think?"

So it was with great relief that my friends, M. and her boyfriend, A., turned up at the indie night at Cafe Cosmo (an indie version of hideout) where I was with T., especially since M., indie music guru status not withstanding, is an old friend of mine, and A., is quite used to feeling what I'm currently feeling.

So, in spite of my not having heard of many of the songs that were being played, I ended up having a much better than expected time, due to the lovely conversation I had with A. about work, Singapore, London, life and incredibly enough, scary movies. Well, okay, fine, given that the last topic resulted in my not being able to get to sleep until 5 am, maybe we shouldn't have gotten into that, but nevertheless, I had a really enjoyable time. I'm also grateful for the conversation I had with M. concerning T. because there're not that many other people out there who'll understand why what I have with T., no matter how nice he is, or how sweet we look together, won't work out in the long-term.