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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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Something I wrote for 'If I die tonight-Too Phat.' Yeah, if I die tonight, Who'll cry for me right on my death bed. Feeling empty, hollow, witness the day that I go. I ain't felt that. Lucky ain't I, mate. Who'll be my baby's next Juliet. And how we met, right how I felt Till the day that I'm dead. Now baby, please just don't cry. I'm just gonna fly. You tahu, that I love you kan. So dry the tears, brush your fears. Move on to the next chapter. Now, now, not to forget my pet cat named Cathay. Will you keep her, May? Take good care of her, aye. Keep her nights warm and love her everyday. Because I guess she'll miss me one fine day. Man, so much things I wish I could have done. With the money I have I'd head to town. And get one each something Something meaningful, something worthwhile, yeah something close to heart. I'd get my mumma a nice ring, get sister something pink, get big bro a nice Nike And get daddy this Ray-Ban. And now let's take a walk down my favourite place where I poured out my heart a million times for a million reasons. I wonder who'll come here for me when i go-go. Now, no, no. It makes me sad just to think it like that. So no, I'm making a happy foot print. Just please pray for my leaving. *If I die tonight, you know it'll be alright. Just smile for me. Reminisce the fond memories. Yours. |
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