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eggo lingggo.


I heard the old, old, men say 'All that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters...'



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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

i quote from fa, on the night of our farewell party for Max.

(anyways... i was sitting around and observing everyone. and then i realise.. it's so bloody easy how we all grow attached to each other. how we all get along so great. and whenever we organize a party or whatsoever, we know just who we wanna call. but when the party's over, we all get back to our own lives and only maybe text or call each other. once in a while. that. i'll never understand. on the surface, it looks like we're just fairweathered friends. however, we all know that deep down, despite the very little phonecalls and text messages, we're all kinda binded by that mutual love for each other. funny how this shit works. and then..
when it's time to say goodbye for good, for ever, we'll start to panic and start to feel like me. wondering and questioning if i had been the friend i was supposed to be.)

yup, thats kinda close to how im feeling now.
Max, my classmate of 3yrs.
The guy with the im gonna fucking destroy you face. (but deep down he's one of the greatest guys around)
hangin out at the smoking area (i suppose 1/4 of our memories in Shatec is abt that)
deeps & i gettin him beer for his birthday.
first class bbq when i got wasted & puked on his leg (grins sheepishly)
(for someone who looks like he always wants to kill, he took to it very kindly)

dude, so gonna miss clubbin and drunkass drinking with you.
do a good one in Swiz,
with them $15 cigs, blonde hair blue eyed girlies & free flow of weed.
we'll meet again.



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