Thursday, February 04, 2010

Of a Friend I Call a Brother.

An evening at the lake.
credits to Syamim Ramli.

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Who's always there regardless of anything.

Anything at all.

Because sometimes all you need is someone who does not mind to sit with you all day long looking at the moving clouds over cups of Mandailing coffee and rolls of Virginian tobacco.

It has been eight bloody years we went through candies and sludge, over sweats and bloods, giving and receiving senseless beatings, still going through together today and counting.

And he still does not mind sitting with me looking at the moving clouds over cups of Mandailing coffee and rolls of Virginian tobacco.

Thanks, Timmy G.

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