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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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What's up with change nowadays? Is it an upcoming trend? Or tradition. What signifies a family now? What signifies a lovely relationship now? What signifies unity now? A mother, a father and kids. Does that signify a family? What about a broken family? How does it go? There is still a mother, a father and kids. But no longer a mother and father. Trite, yes it is, but once a vase is broken, it's broken. You can't have the cake and eat it at the same time. Put two of them together, you can't have happiness and family at the same time. True? I don't know. It's too big to carry. Like the first day of lesson back in freshman year of secondary school. With the Geography, History, Math, Literature books packed in your bag. After 20 years down the road with your partner, does it give you a free pass? A free pass to be so used to them to cheat. Maybe its true what some of them said. As time goes on, your partner's chipped away bit by bit. And you start to shave your soul bit by bit, to match them in a puzzle. Till one day you wake up and you realise you're no longer a whole. What gives? Does being in a relationship make you paint colours across the sky? What if one day you realise that you don't like the colour? Or maybe you don't like colour at all, maybe you feel for grey? Is there actually a different between being in love and love someone? Does being far apart contradicts with being unity? Really? Yours. |
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