While making something good.

I'm still here in the newsroom. Only came home after 12 last night after a really crazy, long day. But it's okay. I have some time to spare while waiting for someone to fix the printer, because no printer means no drafts means no subediting means no editing means no work. My desk is really messy so I moved to the sofa area, where Double Chin (I love that name) is eating, after nicely asking me if I minded. I said no, because I don't mind a lot of things.

School has been mad, to say the least. For some time this week I wondered if I am even cut out for journalism. Writing is one of the few things which do not frighten me or make me nervous, and when I'm forming strings of sentences in my head I feel very rational and in control. Sometimes it's nice to have something to fall back on, because after a crappy day, even if my newswriting professor insists on making fun of me, I'm still alright.

Hari Raya is a week from now, yet I don't feel any different. I really want to be enthused and engage in some form of preparation but all I seem to care about is getting through my huge pile of schoolwork unscathed. My mum is always messaging me about how well her cookies turn out, and I feel bad not being able to help. Hopefully a week is all I need to start feeling like a kid again.

Happy weekends all.