Like ice cream on a rainy day.

Dear Gem and Louise,

I was sitting in front of my study table while listening to Martina McBride and you know what? I suddenly miss fourth year. Most especially the "us" part and more specifically, the "us during the retreat" part where we cried the good cry and laugh that sincere, loud and spontaneous laugh that you only reserve to your most special of friends.

And I remember the cold, cold mornings.

Sagada with me, bitches?

We'll have oodles and oodles of fun.