heartofthoughts erased, together with its history and memories, my alter-ego, the other side of me that i probably never knew, and the times which i knew were gone, with the touch of the orange delete button.

so, blame the liqueur coffee: a fresh good start, aimed at unearthing even more and to start on this overdue journey and for all the good things to come in unwrapped packages, we'd be thankful for strawberry gardens.

all i could remember over the hazy weekend was how beautiful it was; lovely diwali dinner at deeps', and a crazy gathering of a41ers. i sat there in our little circle, keeping quiet and deep in my own thoughts, observing these few special ones one by one; derns, nette, dre, thng, fens and jess, and am reminded of how we kept each other going in SA, and how we hugged ourselves silly when we "survived the SA!"

my heart smiled at how similar yet different we are, how everyone is living the prime of their lives, how army has impacted dre and thng's lives ("exclusivity, exclusiveness"), and how we could all be like that, 10 years down the road.

10 years then, there would be late nights with denise ft. special columnist nette and we would sit by our couches, pondering over bestfriends/boyfriends/girlfriends topics in cold musty night air.

lings!
she thinks tomorrow doesnt matter and even if the world stops revolving, she is a girl, as happy as she can be.