What a woman wants...
My spirits were high today. I ploughed through some tough material and enjoyed the process. (Incidentally, there was also a minor earthquake here in the afternoon, which like all quakes I’ve experienced, scared the shit out of me.) I’ve stumbled across the wikipedia biochemistry section to discover to my present surprise that its got tones of relevant material for me to use as reference. I’m doing biochemistry these days and some of the stuff is murky so it helps to have a good reference to look into. The work suddenly seems a lot more interesting, and although I’m going painfully slow and have to speed up soon, I think I’ve turned the corner. I’ll be doing much better from now on, inshallah
. The hours seem to whiz by as I grind away in this chair but I don’t find it very dreary anymore.
My fiancé however, was having a rough time of it. She’s my class fellow. She lives in Peshawar and she’s taking the steps with me. The dream is to score well together, get married soon after the steps and go for our interviews together, getting matched as a couple. She’s been very depressed and anxious the last couple of days. She thinks it study blues, but I know her well - its nothing more than PMS. My fiancé is the sweetest girl, and I love her for it, but when she has PMS, boy oh boy… sparks will fly. I’ve learnt over the last year or so that whenever she gets into these phases, the best way to help her is to give her some attention, to let her know I love her and I’m there for her. As sweet as she is, that’s all she needs. She was feeling really upset all evening, sending me desperate SMSs until I finally called her up and talked to her for about an hour. I just chatted her up, talked about sweet nothings and before I knew it, an hour had passed. Impoverished that I am, my mobile credit took a big beating and I’ll have to scour around for funds to get a new card soon. But it was worth it, she was very happy after the call and she’ll go to sleep soundly now - and so will I.