Category: Diary
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Bismillah. Just one of those times where I feel the need to talk but I don’t feel like talking to anyone. I’m kind of stuck in my head for a bit and I’m even more stuck in bad habits. Honestly, I don’t understand why I refuse to acknowledge I’m unwell and I refuse to consume…
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Bismillah. Technically, I am still on medical leave. However, the role of a manager demands more than what is written. I really really really am not in the mood to do any work. Unfortunately, the nature of my job insists that I buckle up and buck up. Well, the one good thing about this weekend…
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Bismillah. I know! I am not supposed to sound so excited for a sports injury! It’s just that I’ve never really found myself to be synonymous with the label of sportsperson or athlete. However, given the mileage I have invested in sports, especially running, I have to face the fact, I AM A SPORTSPERSON AFTER…
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Bismillah. It’s been very tough personally. I think that my yearning for an intimate companion is becoming more overwhelming each day. I have a very jealous God, I reckon, for me to be left alone by eligible males or He just wants to teach me a lesson for leaving Him alone many times. Cosmic karma…
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Bismillah. Right now, my soul is vibing to La Di Die by Nessa Barrett. It’s an old song but for some reason, I resonate with the song’s sentiment very strongly for quite some time now. One of the lines that really stood out to me is “I’ll be dead at 27, only nine more years…
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Bismillah. Oh, I am so so so so so so tired that it’s insane. And I am pressed pressed pressed for time and energy and space and response that it’s crazy. I am not supposed to live like this or rather, I am not allowed to be like this. No, no, no, no way. I…
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