I hate and love. You ask, perhaps how that can be? I know not, but I feel the agony.

Another hour more and I will be 22.

Another year has flown past just like that.

Was in lecture earlier and nearly dozed off to the boring drone of my Indon lecturer after close to 6 hours of back to back classes.

And now, in the library, someone near me has feet that stink really badly, that I can even smell it from the computer cubicle I am in. Thinking it’s my own, I bent forward, in anticipation for a nauseatic wave of stinkiness to hit me. Nope, not my feet. I suspect it’s the neighbour beside me in that red umbro shirt and yellow Adidas shoes. Gah.

Been on an emotional swing lately, and haven’t had the decency to call or text any of my girlfriends. I should really hang myself. Apologies.

The boyfriend (I want to boot) cooked a great smashing dinner for me last night, as compensation for forgetting to surprise me on our monthly anniversary a week ago. The red wine/vinegratte ribeye was a tad undercooked and took a couple of tries of cooking before perfection, the carbonara spaghetti a bit on the dry side but the campbell canned mushroom soup and my drink of Passion Red Tea from the nearby Bubble Tea Shop was fantastic. And for once, he did the dishes.

Should I still end things after he has gone through that much effort for me???

On a side note, the boyfriend is also now the coach responsible in getting my fitnesse level back on form to what I used to be and even better. The training starts today.

Can’t wait to run faster and better.