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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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| Truth. Sometimes, they beckon the unexpected. But sometimes truth, beckons the inevitable. 11/08/2009 11:15:00 PM
bop to the topSunday And when once the confession is made, you don't really expect the outcome. Well, the process of it at least. I think i was afraid of confessions because when it does finally come out, it will then be finally over. Its like knowing something yet your ears, they don't believe you. Its like a true realisation point. Whoever told you that you'd feel the weight of the world being rolled off after the confession is made, he is totally lying to you. In fact, he is just sugar-coating it. Actually, if you're human, you would feel as though the weight just piled on for a bit. Because suddenly it starts to rationalize in your head. You suddenly feel like letting it out so much because you have managed to keep it so together. You would feel like crap, look like crap and even have the aura of crap. You'd feel that you had aged at least 10 years, your face is blotchy and you just look like crap. Well, like i have said, that is if you're human. And then after the blow, you'd start to feel a little better. Its just like the pressure in a test tube in the chemistry lab. Pressure is what that sucks in the liquid, and slowly the water drips as the pressure lessens. Okay, my example sucks, i know. So then you feel a little better. But afterwards, i don't know. But you still stay afloat and alive. So school again this week, it kinda rocks. And so yeah, i will be dandy and candy in no time. Ehy, i remember a joke Na jah and i once shared during our camp. Miss Sha: (writes Lights out at 0000 hours) Me: (whispers with Naj) Naj:(turns to classmates) So what does it mean We'll be sleeping in 0000 hours? Classmates: Midnight la? Me and Naj: Nope! Classmates: Then? Me and Naj: We'll be sleeping in No Time!! Classmates: Eh, lame eh you all. Yours. |
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