(Heidelberg, Germany, July 2009)
My best friend is back in Singapore. If only for a few weeks. I'm just happy she's here, not a million miles away from me where text messages travel through a black hole before reaching her; where I can call her anytime without having to strain my brain with subtractions to figure out the time difference.
One of the best moments I had last summer visiting her was when we settled our tired feet down and sipped steaming cups of hot chocolate in a coffee bar, in from the cold and the rain. Somethings always create that warm fuzzy spot in your heart; somethings you just don't ever forget.
Over the weekend I met up with so many old friends and we did childish things like carry lanterns while traipsing through the neighbourhood at night, munching on mooncakes and chattering about things while sitting on a picnic mat by the riverside... I wish I had more time for people in my life. It sucks that for the first week when my bestie's here I have to spend the week nights studying for a test at the end of the week. Is it just me, or does school always get in the way?