an adrenaline rush meets life

a get together

i have not seen any of my friends for ages. not even a close friend marilyn. some lived in other parts of the world, in antwrp, in bandung, in new york. some had their own thing, living in their own stories. and others, like myself, are often (more like always) buried underneath and beyond what we love to do. marilyn, being random as random as she always is, held a last minute bbq on the floor at the front yard. we seem to do this quite a bit now and then but always with a different crowd. its always nice to see new faces but the familiar faces, are the ones whom some of us grew up together as young youths; since day 1 at lasalle.
(all made with my iphone)

me in the reflection above and my lover of me below.