AkImA No NiKkI

I've issued a trigger warning in the title so please, if you don't like these things, turn away IMMEDIATELY. I refuse to be something my tormentors gave me. I've been re-reading my things, lately. I've got my old phone fixed and I'm using it again, storing the recent one in the drawers. As per usual, I went through the things to make sure nothing is missing.  Pictures, videos, songs, contacts, and......notes. The last one is important. More important than the contacts because I could care less if I lost a few numbers here and there, either I'd get it back if I ever need them or we'd accidentally cross path. No biggie. But notes... They're secrets. My deepest, darkest, secrets. Don't people use their notes app in their phones as a diary? I'm pretty sure I saw it once in IG. Either way, I opened it and re-read the pages I made for the past 2 years. Dear God, I was such a whiny ass little crybaby of a bitch back then. Of course, it was w

Creepy title, I know, but I once said that my titles just come as they pop into my head and I don't really give a thought about how they sound nor do I really care so...suck it. hahahahahaha  First things first, what the hell - or WHO the hell, is Cry? Mainly known as Cryaotic. Here, a brief summary. That's enough for you to know, in this case. If you wanna know more, just go check out his channel at Youtube or something. I'm just here to write. Tbh, I hadn't known Cry for very long. I didn't start getting interested in him until a year ago eventhough, ironically, his voice got me asleep through the rough spots during Foundation year. Before you get any weird ideas about that sentence, Cry makes a vid of reading stories segment in his channel okay.  I'm not a frickin yandere stalker, you can calm tf down now. 'Sup, Cry. Don't mind the post, just reminiscing back to when I first found ya. Back then, I didn't even know who he was th

This one is a happy one. I know there're more sad, angry, and angst posts in here more than I like to admit, but there are the occasional fun ones, laughing ones, good ones, and overall happy ones. Those of which I normally include or dedicate to a person I love, and we all know how jealously and paranoidly I guard them, don't we? Well, this one has a specific name on the title of the post, so in case you suddenly developed temporary amnesia, this one is dedicated to Irene. It's purely coincidental that I feel the need to write this soon after a post to Amelia, FYI. Okay? Okay. So, Irene.  It's no secret that she and I first met in second term during Foundation, via Mya. They live close together, enough that should they decide to meet up, they can. Unlike me who lives a couple of states away. It's funny to think that both of my bestfriends are Kedahan though, considering I have a really bad image of Kedahan people ever since one broke my sis's heart

Ayyy waddup it's someone's 20th birthday today and lemme tell you who. ............ Nah bruh I ain't tellin you shit! Lololol you gotta guess 'cause we all run on intelligence and dope 'round here xDD   Imma give you clues tho, so you don't cry if you suck ass. ;P She goes by female pronouns. She slay like a mothafuckin queen, you won't dare breathe towards her. She got a fuckin black hole of a stomach tho but you know what, who tf in this world don't love food 'cause imma tell you right now she loves food more than life and we all fuckin love her for it. OOOHHH and everything is out to get her to bleed like a free blood donation from everything  and I MEAN  EVERY-FUCKING-THING  for instance, papers? yup, cut her like a sword. leaves? sure, open that skin layers bruh. Oxygen? at this point, why the hell not. Irene started carrying boxes of patch-me-ups for this, I ain't kidding, man. She got a brain so sexy Sherlock and Moriarty be due

I had a nice, if slightly solemn, evening.  Personally, it's not that I don't touch on the worldwide issues for ignorant reasons, I am aware of them as far as social media deems it to be, and I have my opinions of them, but I am not quite willing to cite any arguments regarding them because a lot of people know that stupid people talks a lot of shit. And arguments are one way of inviting stupid to crash the party, eventhough you're having a completely intelligent and harmonious conversation with people of your own intellect. Huge things like phobias and murder and impending genocide , I mean. Let's take one that affects us, say, Islamophobia. That's trending right now, right? Well, it's actually been trending for a long time, it's just that evil people likes to freshen it up once it dies down like old gossips. Now, I say "evil" because everybody has that one side of them that's a 'bit not good' . The proverbial yellow and b

So, this year's Eid is pretty much wasted in bed, minus the first day. Who woulda known I'd get sick with fever the night before? It was probably the rain. Don't look at me like that it wasn't like I went out and play in the freaking rain or whatever, I just probably got caught with a little splash or something. Either way, I ended up with this fever . I haven't been sick -at least not like this, so far in 2016. There's the occasional headaches or sleep spells along the way but never a full-blown fever, not even when I was back in PALAM. The suddenly, I go back home for Eid and BAM! Fever with all the goodies of runny blocked nose and sandpaper throat and killer sneezes and fogging headaches and easy tiredness. Oyyy *sigh and facepalm* Bitch nuh uh. Granted, it's not like I spend Eid doing much other than eating and greeting relatives but at least I was moving around and talking to my fam, yknow. With this, I could barely stand straight in a shower

Yello. It's been 3 days since I got home safe n square with Sis and bro. And before any of y'all scream in shock and pass out unconscious, I decided to go with "bro" in according to Sis's husband because it's vague enough to be used in a strange-public situation and good enough not to raise suspicion in others of my opinions about him. I could've gone with "dude" or something but I have a feeling a lotta ppl wouldn't approve. Not that I give a shit but just to save Sis some grievance. On 30th June, Sis and him picked me up at college where we opened fast in a seafood restaurant with my name on it. Literally, like, the restaurant's name was 'Husna's Seafood restaurant', no joke. I snorted a laugh when I noticed the sign. After eating, Sis had a gastric attack which led me to nearly combust inside-out in silence, internally panicking because as far as I know, she's never had a gastric attack in her whole life. Instead,