another one of those nostalgics nite...
kinda missing the weather in LA, missing the hamburgers, pizzas and salads, missing the pinkberry yogurt, missing the beautiful UCLA campus, missing the movie premieres, missing the view of the pacific ocean, missing westwood, missing glenrock, missing the whole bunch of ppl, the mad foam party...
kinda missing the foc days of not sleeping, mad running in town, missing the cheerings, missing the stupid games that we played, missing the lousy food during camp time, missing all the fun and games....
kinda missing the hall days of dota-ing until morning, missing the half boil eggs with toast at only 1.50, missing the late nite suppers at ah fang and ah lian, missing the crazy birthday sabos, missing sneezing out loudly and wake everybody up, missing sitting on my ledge, missing 44, and missing the drinking sessions we had....
kinda missing almost everybody... from ppl in nbs, to the hall gang... to the folks of pyrius, phyxion... to the shiraz.... to the few nbs frens i kept til this days....
kinda hate this feeling of missing...
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and i think r/s is like a camp fire... to keep it burning, ppl have to feed it wood... to get it started...one muz have the correct setup and of course, sparks... everyone's are like fire wood... we each give ourselves to keep the flames burning...and of course, some burn bigger, and some burn bigger... but of course that comes at how much wood you feed it...
each of us have a limit to how much we could burn... for the bigger flames, it'll burn at a faster rate...for the smaller flames, it'll burn slower... and each time the flames is doused, it gets harder to relight it... and ya... there's no point to this portion actually... was juz some thots on the cab ride back home...
"which kind of fire are you burning yourself with..."
