AkImA No NiKkI

Is it fun figuring out people’s puzzles? I couldn’t say. Not that I’ve never did that before, figuring people out, but I’m not one to persist should I encounter a hard one. I’m the go-flow type. Not the crack-it-till-it-break type. Why all of a sudden, you ask? Well, it comes to me in a sudden thought –as most my thoughts do- that people around me treats me like a puzzle to crack. For men, it’s not uncommon because women in general are already a puzzle for them. For women, on the other hand… They usually look at me like I’m an abomination to their sex (which, hello, I’m a female too *rolls eyes* ) and some make it their life’s goal to figure me out, that is, in other words, annoy the shit outta me. They counter by pointing out that I do that too. Figuring people out. Well, excuse me if your existence is marginally obvious like it’s stamped on your forehead.  I tell things as it is. I don’t stick around and jotting their behaviour like a guinea pig. That’s an eu

It didn't click at first. But then, isn't it always with  Marcus Sedgwick 's work? I read  The Kiss of Death  first, therefore any connections of  Peter  with the lores of the  Shadow Queen  was lost. Besides,  Peter  didn't show up until at the near 10 pages or so. It started with  Marko , and the adventure he reluctantly chose to embark. I noticed there's a certain pattern in Marcus Sedgwick 's works, at least in what I've read so far. I can't really explain it because the words are jumbled up in my brain, like a lot of things I understand but cannot put into words. Obviously I need to work on my vocabularies. Regardless of that, the warm light of comprehension and familiarity is soothing to a bookworm's heart. Like a nightlight to a child who's afraid to sleep in the dark. I'd love to collect the rest of his work.  Blood Red Snow White ,  Revolver ,  The Dark Flight Down ,  The Foreshadowing ,  Witch hill ,  Floodlan

Ah, well. It happens once in a while in the path of solidarity. It's a grim acceptance, pushing down the loneliness once in a blue moon when you've chosen to be, well, alone.   Sometimes you might even say it's chosen for you. Although technically 18 is considered a very legal age for almost everything, as my lecturer once said, as long as our age number starts with 1 , we're still basically kids . Can't say she's wrong there. *shrugs* We do still harbor our inner childishness in things we do and feel. Some still acts like immature brats , even. Most of us haven't got enough strong of a grip of our emotions. But then again, I think that's a question for the human population at large. A particularly annoying friend keeps telling me that there's a person out there who someday will love me for me. Accept me and everything that comes with it. He's perceptive of my swift change of mood and adapt to my temperamental behaviour. (She's il

I'm upset. The first time for this year that I am upset at home. It's not his fault, really. It's not. I just...-I'm not... I-I.. *takes a deep breath* I'm just upset.. Is all. It was my choice to tell him. The truth. Everything. I hoped that it wouldn't be necessary, for me to explain. Because that would mean re-opening my wounds and scars for him to see. But.. well.. It's not his fault. I don't blame him. I want to take this secret to my grave, and it's horribly selfish of me but I don't want to be the one to break it to my parents. So I had other people do it for me. He looked like he didn't want to keep this on his own, but I told him that he could tell anyone he wants -my parents, my family, my relatives, whoever related to me- after I die. Some of them may have a hunch that something is wrong with me. I don't give a shit. So long as it doesn't have to come outta my mouth. I asked Kei out today, for the

Home is food. Food is home. My basic. Possibly also my sister's. Because home is where real food is made. Hehehehehe. Nothing like Mom's cooking to make the world a better place to live. Seeing your family's face is also a good refresher, to remind that living isn't all that bad. Minus the annoyance of that we call my fucktard of a brother. But who gives a fuck about him. He can rot in a hole where the sun doesn't shine for all I care. Now that I'm home and I can noogie the shit outta my baby bro and try all things to scare my baby sis and eat Mom's cooking and laugh at Dad's silly antics and talk everything with my sis I feel like my life is perfect . Suddenly, living as a human doesn't feel so bad anymore. I've got my Speaking test for MUET in a few days but meh . I mean, of course I'll try and study and get that Band 4, but doesn't mean I'll sacrifice any of my family time for that. I sacrificed enough by studying a

Yyyyyyyeah, I've been binge-watching American Horror Stories ever since a classmate recommended it to me. But I can't understand the plot so far so I stopped for a while. I can't understand what the fuck is wrong with Tate Langdon . Creepy fucker. Even if he's cute as shit. Yeah he's dead and one of the upstanding member of the Ghost Society in Murder House and he was a terrorist who killed quite a number of kids in his school which resulted in their ghosts haunting his ghostly ass but what I can't get is why is he protecting Violet when he's killed all of the residents in the Murder House before? Why is he killing all of them, actually? To add up the members in the Ghost Resident of Murder House? Pretty sure Clarence's a sick witch. I get that he's protecting Violet probably because he likes her at some point though still it's debatable whether his feelings -if he even has them- is real or just manipulative. I started from th