What is it i like so much about friends?
Is it the midnight confidences?
The sitting in groups and talking about everything [and nothing at all]?
The confessions over msn?
The catching up on the latest news [not plain gossip]?
The playing together on stage, not caring how it sounds?
The fooling around, playing library catching and getting caught [by the librarian]?
The way i take out my phone to call you, just as you call me?
The way you tell me not to wait but to go home first, when i'm about to say i'll wait for your bus?
The way you know i'll be online?
The way you sms me, asking me if i'm leaving school, just as i walk up to meet and walk out with you?
The teasing of every other person with a weird accent, or who thinks St James is a kindergarden?
The predictions we make over the EPL?
The guessing of what on earth the food we've been given is?
The complaints about our workload?
The discussion of tactics, whether it's better to study [if at all we do] for the lecture test or mock SPA?
The creation of an empire in class?
The way we train our arm muscles in the hope we can do 2 chin-ups before we leave the school?
The way i ask you to draw me a picture, and the way you do it in a matter of minutes?
Is it a combination of everything, or is it the way these come in little bits, each so different?
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shanti: lincon and i are planning for it to be after the A-levels, or if too many people are overseas, start of next year. LOL yea i know. you and reuban share the same birthday!
simran: princess of the elves?? oh please. you can take princess of the dwarves, if u want =D haha just kidding. and by the way, elves aren't hip and happening, they're classy and a cut above mortals like us haha!
shanti: haha, feel short more like it. unless you're talking about the enid blyton kinda elves =]
raghav: yea man!! haha. especially our comments during the play! lolololol =D pity acad day won't be the same.
"Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven" by W B Yeats.
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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