The lazy afternoon air just hit me square in the face. No classes but lots of studying, desperately out of distractions and despising one self for making a noble choice of studying instead of slacking.
Sigh, major yawn fest.
Realized my last post was a list. Short and sweet. Good for remembering things when my mind feels a little too saturated. And I've also realized that my posts' titles have nothing to do with anything. They're just spazzed out random nothings.
Alas good people, extreme boredom and curiousity has turned me into a determined bed potato pigging out on Gossip Girl. You heard me. Little old cynical, anti-drama, girly shallowness-hating me is a fan of Gossip Girl. I even sacrified my sleeping pattern for it.
What's not to obsess over? Hot rich people *coughChuckBasscough* + sex and money + fiction lives everyone wishes for. Pile in a cheese cake and an iPhone and it's my birthday every episode.
Rub it in my face for not watching it earlier, I don't care. I'm actually glad I didn't start back then when it was what everyone could talk about. I would've been sucked mercilessly into its world. At least now I'm far far away. Egypt far far away.
Sometimes it takes a hundred thousand miles of journey away from home to finally realize that hey, you are that superficial after all.
Oh and Happy Birthday to Zalikha who shares the same nickname as me. I've accepted the fact that we can't stay in the same room for too long. It's confusing when someone calls out 'Ika', and not look at me. It's acceptable when it happens once or twice, but when it's over a long period of time, it's...annoying. But whatever.
Have a sweet 19th dear. Live it and love it. ;)
Had much fun the other night on Zalikha's surprise (or not so surprise) party. Laughing so hard made me love my friends so much, despite the worry hanging over my head.
There was one particular smile that made me love that night so much.
Not that I choose to care or anything. It was just sweet.
gahh.
*pokes eye with spoon*
My finals are looming. They say the more you want time to move slowly, the faster it becomes, and vice versa. Time just fucks around with you like that. But contrary to popular beliefs, I'm more scared of having too much time. Then I wouldn't feel forced enough, or compelled to study. A last minute crammer, I am. Worked so far.
Biochemistry is the first subject, and my trusty text book is loyally opened at page 83.
Reeeead me, it said. Read me and be smart.
Barney scared the shit out of me when I was a kid. The whole purple cuddly, singing dinosaur doll didn't appeal to me back then. Now I just want to kick his butt. Once I saw a kid walking around the mall with a Barney shirt, I ran the other way. And then there's that whole Chucky killer doll phase.
-__- Sorry Barney buffs.
ika
Current mood: dozing off
Listening to : Stolen
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