make new friends,

but keep the old..

new friends are silver,

old friends are gold...

see.. all this.. i used to have the attitude 'yeah.. makes sense.. but. meh'

now.. it makes perfect sense.. and it is no longer a stupid poem that primary school kids write in friendship books, but it actually means something to me now.. =)

youd wonder about when new friends would become old friends.. youd think theyve become gold.. but really, theyve just been sprayed with gold paint.. seems real at first, but then it begins to flake. because its all a show. theyre fake.

at least the silver doesnt rust.. [can it? O.o] i suppose this is where all the shit happens.. tomorrow, i shall have my promised rant. it shall be GOOD, and oh so ANGRY.


love you guys a lot.. [my 'lots' are bigger than usual =P]