Old friends.

However much fun meeting new people is, and however much new friends make me thrive and sail emotion's waves like one completely unaware of the man-eating sharks lurking below the surface, there's something to be said for hooking up with old friends again. A sense of security, if you will. They knew who you were, what you were about back in the days regardless of what you've become. The mere process of reinstating neglected friendships completely skips the outer layers of getting acquainted, no primal showing off one's feathers and just getting straight to business; we like eachother. We liked eachother then and no matter what you're wearing we will still like each other now. It's a pity how people often seem to forget that scenes and styles really are not the bricks one should build a friendship with.

(I mean, I will always love Bubba even though he likes the cock and Lady Gaga now. I can live with that, because I love him. It's a sacrifice I make for the good of our friendship. This does not mean, Aynouk, that it's okay to put Whitney Houston on repeat on a 1.5 hour roadtrip. There's a limit to my love. )

With the above in mind..
Welcome back, Sui.