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Remember how we first started talking when you texted me on Christmas Day all those years ago? Remember the conversation we had that night where we just talked and talked about everything until nearly 6 in the morning. You asked me what I'd do if I had 24 hours left to live. And you told me what you'd do, too. That you'd just enjoy yourself by the beach without telling anyone. Remember all the messages we used to send each other back and forth every day without fail. Even when we never saw each other. All those good morning and good night texts.  And texts throughout the day. How the conversations never seemed to end. How they just kept going and going and going. I still remember the first day I saw you. How I noticed everything about you but pretended not to give a fuck. How your stupid car keys hung out of your back pocket. I hated it. Yet I started to like you. For some odd reason. Funny how the world works sometimes, no? Remember when I had my dengue e

Made a trip to JB over the weekend to visit some old friends. Took a walk around town and found so many new cafes around. Was on my own so I couldn't try that many places but it was so nice to see all the places I used to go to with the girls when we were there.  This was at The Brew Orchestra. Very fancy place with quality items on their menu. The chocolate drinks were really rich and you could choose the percentage of dark chocolate you wanted. This little chocolate delight we had was a mix of chocolate mousse and chocolate sponge and it was a little bitter. A little more of that berry coulis would have cut through the bitterness but it was still really yummy. And the presentation was lovely!  When I was out on my own I checked out The Ice Cream Factory. They have only a few flavours available which they make to order with liquid nitrogen so you actually get to see your ice-cream being prepared. The place was cute but I wasn't greeted as I entered or left the plac