7 minutes a day for English.

ankle's not fully healed, now worsened.
quite dumb knowing already that all these trainings with an yet-to-be-recovered twisted ankle is not gonna do any good, especially in facilitating in any form of 'training', but yet my stubbornness continued.

deterioration in all aspects - loss of focus, loss of ability, loss of motivation.

productiveness afew, distractions aplenty.
never seem to be able to let an idea get stucked in my head and last for some time. everytime i do something wrong, it is indeed an alarm to me, however never a long-lasting one. i keep forgetting, in turn repeating mistakes, almost following an endless cycle. i need an constant remainder, some thing alerting me whenever i go, especially when emotions overflow, or the state of mind isn't right, or i'm just not be aware/focused.

depressive the blog may seem, but i'm have more things i should smile than to frown over.
its just that the negatives always outweighs the positives, quite unreasonably.
ironically, texts like these don't reflect the cheerful front i put up in class.
all in an attempt, failure or not, to keep myself up.

cp, there's light in the end of the tunnel.

cp-kia.
he is a kid.
who jumps around.
need i say more?

i know, no need tell me.
i like it dull and plain.
and eh, this is my blog,
so i reserve the rights
to rant about whatever
i want, thank you.

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