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168. The Shirt I wore smelt of sweat and procrastination.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
So basically holidays are ending, so as the nature of going through this familiar loop, I sit down and look back at what has happened, and mourn over the things that didn't.

My break has been surprisingly quite productive for the most part of it. I took a class. Still don't know what I got for it but I'm hoping it'd help the downgrade Accounting caused to my CGPA. Hopefully. Raya happened, and it was a couple of days before my exams so I don't have much to say about that. I wasn't much in the festive mood since Una didn't come home from Jordan and everything felt weird. It was fun nonetheless, people were all asking Qeelah about Egypt so I didn't feel the pressure to strike a conversation, which is a relief really. Ummi's done with her viva *clapclap* and I helped her with the technical part which made me feel very useful for once.

That's probably just it, now for the things that I didn't do.

I think what I regret most is that I should've written more. I wanted so badly to be more productive with my writing, but I alas I didn't write anything worth to read. And the worst part of the whole lack of writing, is that it's not writer's block. On the contrary, I knew exactly what I wanted to write, at least an idea of what I wanted to word out, I had no reasons not to write, I just didn't.

Another thing is that I'm frustrated. Writing usually calms me down, and sorts thing for me. My mind is a mess, and writing is my medium to clear that up, but since I'm not writing, everything's still jumbled up and it's frustrating. I lashed out on twitter the other day and just, I shouldn't have. It wouldn't have happen were I to properly makes things sense to me beforehand. So now I'm no longer tweeting, not until I solve my writing/emotional issues. Until then, I'll try to switch off Night Vale podcasts and do some writing sprints (if that thing ever works for me)

And throughout this whole post, I used 5 word sentences.

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