I'm so psyched thinking that I will get another chance to spend quality time with two of my few best gal pals.
We've met in college, we have been friends together since. We see everyday at school (even after school, "bottle" moments.. ugetit? lol), we share chikka's, countless lols, and what not.
fast forward, separation anxiety comes into play when we graduated. We walked on different paths, one leave the country for good, we rarely saw each other since then.
Everytime we got a rare chance to be together, we assure its going to be worth it, full of fun and stories that has been itching to be told.
Coming back to the present. Good ol' friends lightens up the mood when things overshadow with doom (and in my case, its MedSchool). It always calms me just thinking that I have them behind me. Ready to catch me when I fall, Assist me when I get weak, listens to me when I needed someone to listen to me ranting and what others a good pal will do.
