Back to hostel for school. I chose to confine myself to 4 walls for the sake of school. Other factors cast the decision to move back too.

And I'm starting to have regrets.

Regrets for restricting myself to a stale variety of food. For allowing myself to stay in a place which is out of a jungle. One half of a room which is light years away from supermarket.

To console myself though, I've got a bottle of gin with bottles of lemon juice. I keep a stash of biscuits and what nots. I have Baby's (ugly and mothballs smelling cum damn kiddy) blanket and a (super black black colour, bean-filled) pillow. I have a roomie who is slightly crazy, forever throwing clothes on my bed (which caused me to think it was Baby's shirt and buried my face only to find the smell NOT MY BABY's) and play along to everything.

Frankly though, one thing good coming out of it is BABY GETS TO SLEEP WITH ME! Just for this week, we slept together everyday. Extra :) :) :) :) :)

However, this niceness ends today. He starts in new course next week. Sickening.

I CAN CLUB EVERY WEDNESDAY & THURSDAY to ease my loneliness