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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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| You see, God is smart. He sees you praying hard for something, he gives in. Only to compromise. And when you get discouraged by the results, he gives you back your strength. I give thanks to God because in times when i really need him, he'd help me. He really does help me. Every morning when i wake up, i didn't die a little more inside. Because he gives me strength to be a stronger individual. Alhamdulillah. I still haven't told any of my sisters and mum. I believe God will let me use his strength for just one night. The thing about confessions, it builds up a lot from your self-esteem. How you'd pluck up your courage, inhale deeply. Or how you'd drop the bomb to somebody. The annoying thing about confession is that you keep telling yourself, its easy. But you know deep down, its as scary as competing against your play friends in sack-race at kindergarten. Because you're scared you won't win and then you'd be the last to be picked out for a game of tag. So therefore you procrastinate, you dwindle. And you keep saying that you'll spill tomorrow. Which brings you to tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow of the day after tomorrow. So when you finally had enough, you brush away the sand from your clothes and pull yourself up to face the world. Because i'm a boy at heart. *winks* Yours. |
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