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Amira Idayu
You don't need lucidity to find joy. Joy is where you decide to put your heart at. There's just something about words that I love, that works in sync with codes. Solituditary, writing, imagination. Those, are my favourites.
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Amira Idayu
16. CHR, senior year. Photoshoots. Dance-offs. Mates. Fun. Digicam. Cats. Biking. Explore. Books.
Words. Dictionary. Transparency. Body rides.
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Preface. So hey. This is my blog. I love writing. The posts and titles here are inspired from real life world and experiences. Typing about hurt doesn't make me a sadist. Typing about heartbreaks doesnt mean im on post-break up denial. Typing about love and crushes doesn't mean im in love. Typing about death doesn't make me an emo kid. We are all more in depth than the naked eye can see. I hate being ridiculed. I think I won't be uploading as much photos here now that Facebook is available. Read on, comment, whatever. Enjoy articulating or connecting my words with your life. Welcome.
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Amira Idayu.
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| The expected is just what keeps us steady. Standing. Still, the expected's just the begining. The unexpected is what changes our lives. 10/21/2009 07:07:00 PM
bop to the topWednesday ![]() The tide blows nearly over the other side. The lucid happiness was for a million reasons. In a million seconds. Though it spoke about only 2 hours. Composure was hard to attain. The heart didn't hit the right pitch, but it sure was loud for you. Yes, maybe its better off gone. But you know you'd miss the swings once in a while. When you feel for a buddy to jump with. You'd try to catch the butterfly. Time and again Sally told herself not to go down that road anymore. Too much of a hassle. Complexity of a cobweb. But when Santa gives the generous hug. You can't help but to spill out your wish. Yes. You wish for a kiss from the Superhuman. Because you can't sleep at night, wishing for that repeatedly. Because you thought your wish will finally be granted. Past, you were so relaxed and so happy to move on. But right on The night, you crumble down. Acceleration, maximum. Now you are about to hit acceleration=zero, You stop short. Just an inch shy from the finishing line. You slowly make a u-turn and think again. Then i think you're gonna miss Superhuman badly. Cos its not a waiting game. At least i think so. Yours. |
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