In a pipe she flies to the Motherland.

One of the feelings I really hated growing up was going to a new school. I changed schools 3 times over the course of my 11 schooling years and the detestable feeling of dread that sweeps over me that first day did not go away with time or experience. The fear of being bullied, the fear of not being liked, the fear of having no friends, the fear of being “left out”, the fear that I forgot something important, the fear that no one will want to sit next to me in class, the fear that the teacher will mispronounce my name to Sumo, Suma, Sumatra, Sami, Swami, Swamu; just fear in general.

That first day in 2004, I was 15 years old and trying really hard to be invisible. But she wouldn’t have it. It’s like she had a radar that picked up signals of people who wanted to be invisible. She definitely picked up signs of my social retardation that day. 7 years later we haven’t looked back. It seems against her nature to allow someone to fade into the wallpaper. Funnily enough everyone who is with her can never keep a low profile. She has a way of making everyone around her feel important. Like you matter. She cares for who you are, what you’re going through and who you want to be.

We’ve had our differences, Lord knows. Case in point shoes on top of the playhouse roof. But what hasn’t killed us has only made our friendship stronger.

Rin,

Strong-willed, opinionated, never compromising on your principles, fighting for what’s fair, standing up for your friends. Those are among the many qualities I love about you.

You made me my first mixed CD. You were the one who welcomed me on my first day of school. If I remember correctly I had to sign some papers to get into the group but, hey, because of you I never once felt left out. In fact, I believe that was the last first day attack I’ve had since. I think about how you’ve always made so much effort to bring us all together. How you would call each person and text and plan. How you would open your house and feed all your guests till we couldn’t fit out the door. So many times I feel I wasn’t grateful for the lengths you went to. You are that glue we love to stick to. 7 years later, I feel our friendship has only grown deeper and stronger. So anyway, I hate U.K. a little bit for being so far away. Damn, time zones. But I know you have so much in store for you there. I look forward to hearing all the great stories of how you’ll conquer Europe with your campaign XD Love you and can’t wait to see you when you get back 🙂 Missing you already, love.

I look forward to the day we be riding our Monster Trucks with hydraulics suspension across the summit jam while ‘suspending(?)’ to 50 cent’s entire Get Rich Or Die Tryin’  album . Durian Campaign FTW!

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. 

Carol Sobieski and Thomas Meehan, Annie

Thinking of: He’s Such a Girl, Lorelai Gilmore, Birdy’s ‘The A Team’, Chris Evan’s eyes, RinBanana leaving 😦 and a different perspective.

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