I remember..

the time when I cried after getting a B for my add maths test

the time when I felt envious when someone scored higher than me

the time when I felt happy after getting my good result

the time when academic life was...my life

I had these thoughts whilst doing my Chemistry test the other day. The room was quiet, obviously. Only a quarter of the class came up and took the test. Frankly, I would've joined the other party but thinking about Ms Phang, I don't have the heart to skip her class again.

I let my mind wandered, my eyes examined the room blindly during the test. I felt numb. Thinking about my past education life just makes me sad. I never thought I'd end up being this shitty. I only answered 1/4 of the paper as I was honestly not prepared. But I didn't feel sad or disappointed at all. I felt okay though I couldn't answer the paper. With few alibis, I managed to convince myself that everything's fine. 

Come to think of it, this is not Atika. Lack of passion, lack of interest, lack of motivation, weak. This is not me. Something has been bothering me, and I need to fix it before I can go on with my normal momentum. But I don't know what went wrong. If you're able to dissect my mind, you can see Forks. All misty, blurry, gloomy. Empty. Empty is what I am.

//sigh// 

Exam is in a couple of weeks and I'm 1% ready

On a side note, it'll be nice if i can go to the zoo, or the butterfly park, or the horse riding under kl tower again.

 

Here I am, curling myself on this hard, single bed which I bet could fit one more person. Not saying that I want another person to sleep with me on the same bed now. I'm just giving you the idea on how big is my bed. Or perhaps, how small I am for such a so-called single bed. Okay, let's cut the crap shall we?

I had no intention to proceed with another yet, idea-less post. But after several tossing and turning on the bed, I decided to put my fingers & brain to use, which is still too active now. Thus explains why I couldn't get some shut eye now.

I know I could just use twitter to express whatever it is in my head. Microblogging they say. But due to several factors, I still prefer blogger to express my shits. Why?

1. Eyes everywhere
On twitter, yes. Tweets will appear on TL and everyone can read and thus

2. Self-proclaimed judges
Bring us to point 2. Yup, people judge. You cant run from that. I judge too, sometimes.

3. Misinterpretation
Due to limited characters, points that you conveyed might be misleading to some. And thus, misinterpretation, miscommunication. Example, you tweeted a song lyrics, for fun. & some would be so perasan to think that its for them. Fu k off

4.Stoopid tweets
Thus bring us back to point 2...and 3. I cant help but to sigh whenever I see some stupid, pointless tweets. I just cant. I dont wanna judge. Thus bring me back to blogging. Its quite peaceful here 

5.Stalking?
God, believe me I hate stalking. But sometimes I do it without thinking. And I end up feeling down asdfhjkj

6.Good time killer
I gotta admit, i wasted a lot of my time here. Which is not healthy since I am a student with commitment.

Nevertheless, I still use twitte

What the fak did I just write a long ass paragraph about twitter NO IM NOT ADDICTED

Moving on

Moving on

Damn I did write about twitter. I'm so lifeless :(
Well I'm currently restricting myself... no twitter during school day. Because i got to study.
I want straight Aaaaaaaa star

Bye

Spoiler?

In the end, everyone decided to give up on me.

Cliche.

I need another story, something to get off my chest. 

Yes to I still think about you. 

Yes to I still dream of you.

Yes to I still keep your photographs

Yes to I still hear the songs

Yes to I still wear the shirts

Yes to I still flick through the album 

Yes to I never love you any less 

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I'm such a bad friend
I get angry easily. But I contain the anger to myself, all the time. I know, to establish a healthy human relationship (in general), honesty is a virtue. You give and take, yes I do know that. But I don't dare to express my honest opinion sometimes. I don't dare to say no to a friend in need.

Don't get me wrong, I don't fake my opinion. Rather, I'd fake a smile? Or not giving any opinion at all.
But I have my own life :( !!! I'm not tailored to your needs!
I feel like shouting "WILL YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!"
i don't fancy group hangouts, wtf 

But I love all my friends sincerely

Ugh fuck it, sometimes I feel like locking myself in a room. & recently, it occurs to me that having a smartphone with internet is a bad idea.

Habit? Wabbit

I've this bad habit of

1. correcting people's fact in my head.

2. reason someone's opinion and secretly prepare several argumentative points in my head.

3. -------------------

4. imagining your face distorted to further calm myself when I'm talking to you

5. extracting life lessons from sciences, during class

6. creating nonsensical pick-up lines during class (science based pick up lines, sadly my success rate is zero)

7. you know Grimms? I always imagine myself being the dragon lady, Damonfeuer, or the werewolf Blutbad,
    exist in human form but monster on the inside. Revealing the monster in me when in danger. Eat the bad         guys, travel at a high speed, no worries walking alone because I'm invincible

8. eavesdropping people's conversation and try to picture the whole scene in my head

9. imagine myself as a rockstar, or Lana Del Rey

10. listening to youtube covers and imagining myself doing the cover instead, million views baby

11. creating dance moves on the road

12. creating a romantic scene in ma head whenever I listen to love song, with who?  ;)

Unconscious thinking.

Unconsciousness. 
Unconscious urges.
Unmet needs.
People seek to fulfill these urges through the process of dreaming since they cannot fulfill them in real life.

Waking up to the sound of my hand phone. Funny how I automatically checked my phone to look for everything. It's almost a reflex. A reflex action? Something that is done automatically, unconsciously? My vision was still blur from the long sleep I had. My mind was still looking for the sanity after the weird dream I had. I felt like I was standing in between reality and imagination. That and the brightness of my phone screen sums up why I had massive headache just now. It disgusts me how I unconsciously look at my phone every time I wake up. Conclude that I'm too caught up with technology. What have I become? It'll be better if I wake up & do something more productive instead; like saying prayers maybe? Shall train my brain to do that from tomorrow onward.

Referring to the statement earlier mentioning about dreams, I had a weird dream just now. The thing about me is that I can remember my dreams vividly. & I keep repeating the scenes in my head and that is quite depressing. I never thought of anyone in that dream and yet they appeared. I never met the people in my dream and yet we were buddies. What does it tell? I can only conclude one thing; I do think about these people unconsciously. No point denying it, my unconsciousness have proven it.

And another thing; definitely not a good morning. 
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