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My favourite smell is skin.
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11:19 PM
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Full Blast.
Life! Where shall I begin? Things have been going really well, in a surreal manner and I've been pretty much carried away. Come next week, it shall get even brighter when my Dad returns. The major chaos has to be the unforgiving March weather, which has brought a crazy sun and sheets of pouring rain. I have observed snapshots of rainbows in the papers and across online communities, but I've yet to see one for myself! Do rainbows end? Is there a pot of gold awaiting?

Projectwork's getting intense this semester, more so than the preceding ones. I do enjoy Marketing, but I feel clueless about Accounting. In such a way time seems to speed up; weekdays overlapping into weekends, the week shortened.

Got to stop this from extending into a harangue, catch some sleep! Funny how I have to resist the urge to go 'yea, ( !! ) ( !? ), Nah, We'll see, See your luck, chill, Hmm, Depends, See how, Oh man" et cetera after a slew of Jason messages. One of my favourite activities is to walk beside him and study his side profile. A little stubble peeking out his chin, hair gently curled, keen intelligent eyes always observing, sometimes slightly obscured by the blanket of lashes, and very tiny ears.

I can barely keep my eyelids open, goodnight.