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Iftirah Azali
I dance with my own steps,
I flow to my own beats,
I choreograph my own life.

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Wednesday, March 31, 2010 Wednesday, March 31, 2010

virtual suicide.



It was like a stab directly to your heart. Every next click is another stab.

The pain. The agony. The torment you’re trying to endure.

The severe damage it had done. The pricks it has caused. But we insist. Insist to go on; being stabbed.

But I won’t be insolent. I won’t be conceit. Even though it kills me, i’d say i’ll be happy if you do. Cliché as it may be, but I’m trying my best.

There’s other reason for me to be exultant. There’s other reason for me to be blithe. These other reasons will help me surmount all the other unnecessary feelings that I bare.

For he is the reason, I am smiling now.

Final shit: he’s the reason.


Tuesday, February 09, 2010 Tuesday, February 9, 2010

immune-NOT?.



Help me remind myself that I have been through this path a lot of times. Help me remind myself that I have been through the worst, by far.

Falling again is like falling off your bed, and waking up realising that everything was just a dream.

But to every dream, everyone wants to know what happens next. To every dream, everyone will try to finish it to how they want it to be. From there everyone starts to expect.

Expectation will eventually get higher. As expectation gets higher, the chance of us falling again is greater. We know that it is a recipe for disaster, but why do we tend to expect?

As much as I want to prevent myself from falling again, I can’t. As much as I want to prevent myself from being hurt again, I can’t.

To think again, am I really immune?


Final shit: stay low.


Monday, February 08, 2010 Monday, February 8, 2010

Words.



Words are too powerful, too powerful that they are like a drug. Even if you consume a small amount of it, you’ll get addicted easily. Just like drugs, a simple word makes one yearn for more.

A simple word can make one fly up to cloud nine. A simple word can make one melts like an ice under a sun. A simple word can make one smile all day long.

But every good thing comes bad.

A simple word can make it or break it.

A simple word can make one fall from sky high to the ground. A simple word can make one feelings go down the drain. A simple word can make one frown all week long.

If A word is that powerful, think of how powerful a phrase, a sentence and a speech can be?

Final shit: its hard.