telling these memories is so painful for me. it’s already been 7 years since my
friend went away, taking her sheep with her. if i try to describe her here, it’s
so i won’t forget her. it’s sad to forget a friend. not everyone has had a friend.
and i might become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything
but numbers.
I HATE SELVA!!!
EDDIE HATES SELVA!!!
this is paul chung. my brother calls him a gaylord. i thought it was mean.
but now, i agree. paul is gay. i’m ashamed that he goes to the same educational
institution that i went to. paul is gay.
i was pretty pleased with this picture…. but there was something wrong with it.
i didn’t know exactly what it was but after hours of staring at it, i knew exactly
what the problem was.
now its perfect.
i usually add a ton of noise to all my pictures but this is how things would look if i didn’t
wow… what a boring post…
this is how our SS training started.
ev-ing to the beggar of brea canyon
then balot time
our team is beautiful
beautiful face #1
beautiful face #2
beautiful face #3
our team boys are… different…
money stare #1
money stare #2
this is our group minus some people.
we’ll take another group shot when we got everybody
GUESS WHERE I’M GOING!??!?!?!
if you guess right i’ll buy you something nice
(pictures taken by Unknown, edited by a master)
whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
or to take arms against a sea of troubles
and by opposing end them?
to die… to sleep… no more… and by a sleep to say we end
the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
that flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
devoutly to be wish’d. to die, to sleep…
