AkImA No NiKkI

Actually, my physical outlook goes more to Derek than Stiles eventhough my personality practically screams STILES. I have this scary killer-on-loose face that makes people cower on sight.  It happens.  No shit.  I get the ;  “smile a bit! You look like you’re strangling someone with your hands and enjoying it ” and “are you pissed off today?”  a nd  “why do you look like someone pissed in your coffee?” and  the most common and original would be “omg I’m sorry please don’t kill me I’m too young/beautiful/rich/other adjectives to die” .  Today I just got a new one.  “Farah looks like a doll……. The scary one.”  I can’t blame her really because I’m used to get those kinds of comments. Though I have to say that was the most near to a compliment about my physical than I have ever got to listen. Besides, the person –she’s my classmate, and, she’s got that naïve, sweet, lovable by everyone personality.  A...

I used to jolt awake whenever I have nightmares and stare expressionlessly at the wall until I fell asleep again. Sometimes I find myself having a hard time breathing. It's just something that nightmares do. The wound had long since sealed itself into a scar . But somehow when I say 'scar' ,the image that pops into my head was one of a stitched scar instead of the usual skin-pulled-taut-together one. I stitched it myself,one by one,night by night,as time prolongs. I don't like to think about it,preferring to let it fade into the past where it so clearly belongs. Yet as the scar exists, it didn't seem like my mind would be in peace any soon. As I open the stitches back in order to let the skin properly heal,the nightmares came back in full thrust. Now,I jolt awake from them,sobbing. I miss home.I miss Mom and Dad.I miss Onee-san.I miss Mukhlis-and later stuff his head into the toilet and flush him for reasons that shall not be stated.I miss Mia.I miss ...

I'd never thought -or presumed in my whole life that I'll be standing a position in the College Board , else familiarly known as Student Body Representative . I mean, the socially awkward,people-phobic,air-headed, demure me would've never even consider this thing in a glance much less actually BE in it. And now? Now, I am Chief of Discipline in my college's Student Body Representative. At first I'd only wanted to be in Teratak Chocolate's committee members and I am, under the Bureau Program and my Chief is my classmate.  Ah, Teratak Chocolate is the name of our college's 'surau' . All of a sudden,we Teratak Chocolate committee members Foundation level (in short,JASASI) find ourselves named for selection for members on College Board.  I mean-just. Whoa. I never was the type to reign power ,preferring to watch idly from the sideline and predict the outcomes. I'm more of an observer than a hands-on worker,though if push comes to ...