I don't care if I have a sore throat but,

The whole six hours was totally worth it. Another six would be better though. The waiting, the anticipation prior, the endless discussions, the mad rushing, 1for1 lunch, ice-cream, waiting, more waiting, stupid shirts, screaming, sore throats, laughs, more screaming, too many songs, too many pages, cheating the k of five minutes (!).

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24/02

"We're walking in a wide tunnel, the dim lights casting a weak orange glow around us. Your breath turns a misty white against the cold wind. On the other side of the tunnel, the sparsely occupied land stretches before us, a sure sign that infinity exists. In the distance, shop signs flicker like stars in the sky. Christmas decorations adorn our sides, as we walk against the cold. I can hear our laughter, i feel our scarves flying behind us, in no hurry to catch up."

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I feel oddly comforted by the influx of mails in my inbox.

Close your eyes

I was re-reading some posts and transporting myself to two and a half months back when all the what-ifs and had-I-nots are beginning to surface. Cherish, regrets, lies?

It's so scary that you cannot keep the memories of tastes and smells with you. It's even scarier that once you lose them, you'll never get it back. All you need is a trigger, but where do you find it?

Away, away, away

I seem to be living a lie these days. Everything seems fake and well, fake.

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Finally got my Calpis Water after an awfullllllllllllll day out. School's killing any of my good moods (if there are any left) and I wonder what's the correlation between happiness and satisfaction.