Boys defined by the smell of their cars
(or in daniel's case, the overpowering smell of himself.)
& memories that are forged along with it. i find that the familiarity puts a smile on my face

not too long ago
shaun and i were talking about the lack of sleep when were on our way to changi for zhang's flight at 5am. (it was a precarious situation where my life was in the hands of a man who only had 2 hours of sleep and was swooshing down the expressway) he said when he doesn't get enough sleep he'll start to contemplate life. now that my waking hours = working hours = 20+ hours, i can see where he's coming from.

today is the final day of social psych project
which means it's a madhouse in my head