The records of 3 ordinary, well not so ordinary in actual fact, friends spending three entire days soaked in a fantabulous time of fun is just really hard to express in pure words. As you float across the oceanic view of the tiny tidal waves that tickle your emotions, you come to accept that there is no picturesque or scenic view that you are screening, but the warm smiles and familiar faces of the closest friends we once were. It has been an entire year since we really got down together and actually had real fun. Previously, it was just Lan, and Lan, and then Macs before Lanning. I never saw the dark side of this addiction until these past three days. Spent playing sports or just hanging low in the pool, it ripped away our stress and chemically bonded our souls as one again. The fights returned, the usual beating but this time, we didn't walk out on each other like previously. There was a draw that kept us close. Many laugh because this friendship is a triangular bond that comes between three very eccentric people, an egg-resembling boy who has no clue what life has to offer, an Indian with limitless boundaries for shame, and a young boy who has naturally fallen suit into this lovely friendship and makes records of it, afraid to lose every moment of it.