if writing were a form of therapy, this would be my way of taking a breather

Its been week two since school started and I think everyday has been a learning experience in itself. I realize there's so much more to life than just academic learning, learning can happen in so many other ways as well. For someone who's taken the science stream for her whole life, im used to things with fixed answers and seeing things in black and white. But I think recent developments has taught me that there's a whole spectrum of inbetween and that discomforts me. As you grow up, rarely anything is black and white anymore isn't it? People always say they want to be better people, but for this semester, this will really be my goal. To be a better person. I know it sounds vague but from time to time i've ran into people that have really inspired me? I feel like there are many people with many good qualities but the ones i respect the most are those that are able to maintain a happy and cheerful deposition when times are tough and its all too easy to just give in

Back in secondary school/ Jc, we always had essay questions about problems and things like that and i distinctively remember one of the 'solutions' to stated problems was always: use campaigns to raise awareness. I always thought that campaigns were feasible solutions in theory but in real life not so much. But recently I've since come to realize that campaigns do indeed have some power.......ok I was never someone who was incredibly passionate about saving the environment. Sure every now and then you see posters telling you not to litter or use plastic or to switch off the lights and fans, but it was always an one ear in, one ear out kind of thing. There's been quite a fair bit of social media attention on NOT using a carrier and not using plastic objects in daily life, perhaps in a big part thanks to @nocarrierpls on instagram. I've realized that more and more of my friends are switching to metal straws, yada yada. Initially I was kinda skeptical because (I kno

I just walked into my room to find my laptop face-down on the floor and for a couple of seconds I was dumbfounded because there is literally no reason why my laptop would be on the floor so I asked my sister "eh did my laptop drop" then she was like "ya quite loudly" so I was like WHAT lo and behold there's a new dent thats pretty obvious at the top right corner of my laptop :( I just typed the above chunk in one breath because I was so shookt (for lack of a better word) and I actually spent the past five minutes re-enacting the scene with my laptop and tipping it at various angles from where I last left it because I have no idea how and why my laptop dropped like it was at a pretty secure spot and by the principle of moments the clockwise moments actually were equal to the anti clockwise moments and my laptop was in a state of equilibrium so how could it have dropped???????  Being the typical Gen Z person I am, I immediately googled 'effects of drop

There comes times when we are faced with difficult decisions, or have to do things that we don't like or enjoy. I think in times like this, bearing in mind the reason why we are doing these things is exceptionally important. Like when times get hard and I fail to balance yet another cash flow statement after a million tries or when I have to say goodbye to someone i've grown to care rather deeply about. I've always wondered about how people look like they aren't hurting after they end something which means alot to them, in my case-- a relationship of sorts. After spending so much time with one person, its impossible to not care for them at all. There comes a certain point in time whereby you realize that no matter how much you try to make it work, if its not meant to be its not meant to be. Feelings are sly deceitful things. What you feel at one moment may not be what you're feeling the next.  Right now I actually have forcibly try to remember the negatives,

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I honestly told myself that I was gonna sleep earlier this week. After numerous 'reminders' from my mom, im well aware of the harmful effects of not sleeping early. I've got practically the entire webMD page on harmful effects of sleeping late memorised, feel free to quiz me anytime (ok don't actually do it im kidding) My throat feels like someone scraped it really hard with sandpaper and my lungs actually feel kinda sore from all the coughing i've done today. Im not complaining, but this perpetual cough gets kinda annoying when you're trying to study in a quiet room where the only sound is the lack of it (silence has a sound too don't you think) and you're cough disrupts the silence every minute or so. I feel like at this point my mom would ask me "so you stay up for two nights to have fun but then you'll be sick for a week or even more-- is it worth it just for that two nights of momentarily fun?'' and I already know what my answe