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... called B.

Thus far my blog has been an excuse for me to rant and rant, a platform for me to complain about this sordid life. But this is all set to change. I met a girl called B at a friend's house - her cousin's house. For some supernatural reason she showed a bit of interest in me and couldn't stop interrogating me: about me, where I was from, where I'd been and where I was going. She was charming and charismatic, carried her conversation superbly. She wasn't just talking, she was communicating - an act which this big bad world seems to forget to do. She was good at it, real good and that left a lasting impression on me.

Phone numbers were swopped, text messages sent, phone calls made, dates confirmed. The past couple of weeks have certainly been a whirlwind of fun, fun and just hardcore fun. From days out at Ashton Court riding kiddy trains to dancing to kwaito in Notts to tshisaring meat and vors in the Mids to snakes on a plane at the cinema to just chilling in front of the telly. It almost feels as though I've been given a new lease on life - and that lease is set to last. Things seem pretty much on match - same uni, same hometown (neighbourhood even!) , same age, same height, same language, same graduation year, same..... But we are very different people and I'm on a journey of not only discovering this beautiful person but also a journey of self-discovery into the person I am and the person I am set to become. It is a beautiful thing. I feel content with life right now. It's as though I'm finding an equilibrium - a superhuman feeling of euphoria. And damn it feels good.